I've never been much of a car person; it is only about 7-8 years since I got a car licence. I'd always previously been a motorbikist, with no intention of buying a car. However, the old classic Jaguars were an exception and I was always drawn to them.
Having seen the writing on the wall for my old Toyota as it approached its latest MOT, I decided to take the plunge and go for a Jag. It doesn't have the same level of toys as more modern cars, and the 2.5 V6 petrol engine drinks fuel like a Wigan hen-night drinks Lambrini, but it is the achieving of an old promise to myself.
Back to moans, just about everywhere on my commute to work seems to be construction work. My beautiful maroon paintwork is continually splattered with road-crap.
