rARsh!

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I got to Constipation Motors early - too excited to wait - but they didn’t seem phased. In no time I was out with a rather portly salesman (so no real issues about fitting in the car although it’s certainly snug inside).

Off we went to the north for a few miles towards Holt, him driving at first but with me taking over for a meander around the backroads.

“Don’t take the left to the ford.” said Portly Salesman.

“Why not? That sounds like fun?”

“It’s over three feet deep.”

Discretion won the day.

My overall verdict: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! But not in yellow - with the red seats it looks destinctly Noddyish (especially with my blue driving cap, the one with the big bell …)

I’ll have to give this very careful consideration.

After my test I popped in on Tall Andy, Kitten and young Sam. What a sweetie, eh?