MONDAY - Disaster. Worse, a predictable disaster. Drove away from home on a routine mission to collect a car, with the Steering Committee assisting.
As is becoming increasingly common, we were in a ‘keyless’ car, its all-important fob in my pocket. You can guess the rest. We arrived at our destination and, engine still running, swapped seats. I got into the other car and drove off on a reporting job.
The Steering Committee then went to head for a different destination, at which point – of course – she discovered her car wouldn’t restart because its ignition controller was now some 30 miles away.
There ensued a flurry of phone calls, fuss and inconvenient dashes, during which both of us railed against this gigantic built-in drawback of keyless systems that makes any apparent advantage seem minuscule. I ‘get’ remote locking, but not the keyless thing. The convenience so often cited is illusory, especially since these systems have evidently also been aiding thefts of upmarket cars. Who wants one?
TUESDAY - Funny how your opinion of a car changes with time. When it was new, I thought of the Peugeot 407 (2004-2010) as an inoffensive car of no great merit, its plus points all but obscured by the better credentials of the Volkswagen Passat and Ford Mondeo.
Now I’m starting to see 407s as special because of the Ferrari-derived front-end styling that starts with the ‘mouth’, the rakish lights and the wide egg-crate grille.
All of a sudden it seems remarkable – and as history flows it will inevitably become more so – that a big-selling family model was styled to echo the best points of the Ferrari Daytona by a French designer (Gerard Welter) who simply could not disguise his admiration for the Italian supercar.