19 Sep 06
The Skoda has gone. Last week a man came and took away our Octavia vRS.
It sounds ridiculously sentimental but I am quite distraught over its departure. You see, the vRS met our every motoring need with such ease and ability that I can't quite imagine how we will get on without it.
Over six months and eight and half thousand miles it never put a foot wrong. It was a delight to drive, it was a paragon of reliability, it was economical, it was spacious and it was safe and comfortable. It was the ideal family car and everyone who drove or was driven in it heaped praise on its multi-faceted talents. It was wonderfully accomplished, and the perfect car for us.
I loved the fact that it was a Skoda. There's a sort of inverse snobbery about the Czech brand. Those in the know - drivers that have cottoned on smartly to the fact that Skoda makes brilliant cars - have the last laugh at those drivers who look down their noses at Skodas. We get a piping hot hatch that's unbeatable value-for-money. They reinforce their prejudice. Their loss, our gain.
