It's not pining, it's passed on. This Peugeot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late Peugeot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Peugeot. For a few years now, Jane and I have owned 2 Peugeot's. I think they're great. When I bought my 1995 405 sti, it was pretty much my dream car. Mags, leather, electric everything, very zippy motor, plenty of room... well that was the first of the 'features' to disappear. I bought my first full weight 88 key stage piano, but being a prestige European car, the rear seats didn't fold. Not so 'roomy' any longer. Then the lovely electric seats that was such a draw card decided that if I tried to move them, would blow the fuse. I set the seats with a fresh fuse... took the fuse out, and that's where the seats stayed. Being of European standard, the glue holding the roof lining couldn't quite handle the Australian heat, so once that started to fall in, I used thumb tacks to keep it up. The electric windows were wonderful too. After the passenger window failed to go down... I thought 'oh well' no big deal... it wasn't until my first car wash after that, I realised the window wasn't quite weather-proof... if you clamp that window with your hands, you can slide it all the way down. After a tiny altercation with a bollard outside the chemist, the boot no longer closes via the conventional way... you have to be Courtney Ryan Murphy to know how to close the damn thing properly. The ignition lock was next to go. One day after trying to take my key out... post trip... it would not budge. The key was stuck... the ignition barrel clamped down on that sucker like a lonely woman late in her 30's. So the key stays. I use my spare to lock the car. Lastly and very recently, it overheats at the drop of a hat. My zippy motor is still zippy, it's just less 'Jake' and more 'The Fatman' these days... it perspires. Literally... the floor is covered in oil. Where has THAT come from? It has a kick arse stereo in it. I put that in myself. I loved that car. Still kind of do in a masochistic kind of way. Fuel economy was exceptional. 700k's to the tank on a country trip, no worries. Just so reliable, until the cancer set in. Today I traded our other Peugeot in for my new car. A Mercedes ML320. Oh it's sweet. you just have to see it, once I've worked out how to upload photos properly I'll pop one up. It's very sexy. The 405 is currently sitting in the yard waiting to be taken down to the wrecker. I don't even know if it will make the trip. Sitting next to my new car... my prized 'ex-Peugeot' awaits its doom. People like to personify cars; so do I. My little 'Chicago' is a soul-less shadow of its former glory. Dead.
Posted: 2009-02-13 05:33:10Author:admin