I'm convinced it's about noise.
Noise and feel.
And possibly the idea of internal combustion.
Either way, that's something for another day.
This week I 'ave been mostly trying to sell the bosses car. Anyone in the market for a Merc SLK in black for roughly 8k?
It's funny (or not), as soon as you become known as a car know it all people actually assume you know it 'all'. Those 'all' things include how to sell a premium sports car/convertible hardtop thingy with no experience of actually selling a premium sports car / convertible hardtop thingy.
So, where to start?
It's all about the Pee's.
The preparation, the prevents, the piss, the poor, the performance..
She (the car, not the boss) needs a valet, all four alloys renovated/reconditioned, a 65,000 mile service and a letter 'R' from the 'Kompressor' legend that seems to have gone for a little one way trip.
Probably to the back of a chav-mobile.
Sorry that's not fair is it?
Ok, how about; its probably masquerading as a 'racing' badge on a lowered washing machine?
Either way, project 001a is now underway.
Transmission ends....
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