I was recovering from a cardiac arrest when it was time to change cars, so my wife chose our next car, a two-year-old 1.8 petrol Mondeo. Well, under the circumstances, she'd hardy choose a Lotus or an MG, would she? For some reason, all my girlfriends have always liked driving large cars, so she, despite being quite diminutive, chose the Mondeo. It drove well, had a comfortable ride, never broke down, and travelled effortlessly along the motorways to France (my wife is from Lille). And there was always plenty of space for holidaying in some remote gite in France, with all the luggage in the boot and the wine on the back seat, and the kids in the roof box. I have only two real criticisms of the car (and one of me). It did seem to attract bumps and scrapes whilst parked in our drive and in car parks. Its other problem was that the front doors would continuously leak water, so you had to drive wearing wellington boots, which made it look as if you had really wanted to buy a Land Rover all along. And me? I have leg problems now, so our new car is a sit-up-and-beg Renault Megane Scenic. Diesel.
