01 May 08
They're taking my lovely Volvo C30 away today and my inner child is sulking.
Sure, they'll be other cars to steal my affections, but right now I don't want any other car. I want 'my' C30 and if they take it away from me, I might cry, stamp my feet and hold my breath until they give it back.
It's my fault I've worked my way into this state. I'm guilty of taking life with the C30 for granted and letting the gorgeous Scandinavian get under my skin.
If the C30 were human, I'd like to think it would remind me of myself. Fit, agile, good looking, strong, dependable, and likes a drink. OK, I might not be all of those, but our love affair would certainly be more than fleeting.
You know the old adage, never meet your hero? Well it was with some trepidation that I first met the C30 hatch in sunny Mallorca. I'd seen the pictures and loved it. When I saw it in the flesh I lusted after it and once I'd sat behind the wheel and drove it hard on the tight and twisted Spanish roads I knew I had to have one.
