A flamboyant gesture in one’s declining years. It’s taking a bit of getting used to: the on-line handbook is practically illegible, looking as if it been three times through a fax machine. For example, it took me hours to find out how to open the bonnet - no thanks to the manual - and when I finally got in there, apart from the 12v battery, the brake fluid and screenwash reservoirs, there wasn’t a thing I recognised as part of a car. We haven’t worked out how to make the cruise control work (time for a call to the dealer) and tomorrow’s other job is to try to commission the charger in the garage.
We went for a ride over the Ashdown Forest this afternoon, so are slowly getting used to how the car drives. It rides well, even over the atrocious potholes that remind us endlessly of 14 years of Tory government. Over the 60 miles we’ve put on the clock, we’ve used a quarter of the charge, so that’s pretty satisfactory for our purposes.
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