In article <001c01c1de60$2cb6f8e0$cb1886d9@g6a2g8>, James Carruthers <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes >Mike wrote: > >> My Saab cost me GBP500. A complete new exhaust system cost me GBP400. >> A set of new tyres cost me GBP350. A replacement alternator cost me >> GBP50. That is pretty-much all I have spent on it in the last three >> years. This is definitely the cheapest car, in terms of purchase price >> and repair costs, that I have ever owned. It is also the most >> expensive car, in terms of insurance and road tax, that I have ever >> owned, but you can't have everything! It does about 25 mpg around >> town, and about 40 mpg on the motorway. Overall, it has still been >> cheaper to run than the Spitfire, by about a factor of two. >> > >So really it's the complete opposite of a spitfire then,
Absolutely. Huge, luxurious, all mod. cons. (but who really needs an indicator to let you know when your screen-wash is getting low??), powerful engine, loves to cruise at 90, new parts cost a fortune. Almost everything that the Spitfire is not (and nothing that a Spitfire is). > I can see why the >sensible spitfire owner would want a car like this. <g> I got half-a-ton of peat, gravel and sand in the back of this last week. Couldn't have done *that* in the Spit... > >I've gone off Saab's ever since I moved in with a Swedish guy who I thought >I knew quite well but ended up being a complete psychopath (I shant use the >expletives I usually use) - he had a real thing for Saab's. We ended up >throwing him out of the house. Im not a violent person normally - but I >really wanted to hurt this guy. Thats how bad he was... > >I think I should point out that I also know 2 Swedish girls - and they're >perfectly nice. Im not basing my opinion of an entire nation based on one >guy :) I think the psychotic tendencies inherent in Saab ownership are, in my case, off-set by the neurotic tendencies of the Spitfire owner. This makes me a "well-balanced" individual. Having spent today on a long drive in the country, I realised that, with the top down, and the cassette-player blasting Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, I could no longer hear any of the rattles that had been bugging me all through the winter. Instead I started to worry about *smells*. "Is that burning insulation, or is it the pig farm I have just passed?" ATB -- Mike Michael Hargreave Mawson, author of "Eyewitness in the Crimea" http://www.greenhillbooks.com/booksheets/eyewitness_in_the_crimea.html /// [EMAIL PROTECTED] mailing list /// Send admin requests to [EMAIL PROTECTED] /// or try http://www.team.net/cgi-bin/majorcool /// Archives at http://www.team.net/archive /// Send list postings to [EMAIL PROTECTED] /// Edit your replies! If they include this trailer, they will NOT be sent.
