After all those years of a few hundred kilometres separating us and having to be conquered by car weekly, we finally moved together “for real” in 2005. Apart from resulting private pleasures I do not care to divulge, this suddenly means we don’t need a car most of the time.
My husband loves to cycle to work and does so whenever he can, and I don’t need a vehicle to make it to the home office next door. On most days, anyway. We do need a car to go shopping once a week and we definitely need it for our annual Scandinavia vacation.
Because of this, our Seat Toledo TDI suddenly turns out to be obsolete: while it was happily swallowing the motorway week for week when it was still necessary to do so, it is definitely “overdimensioned” now. Not to start talking about its pollution potential, which is sort of headache-inducing.
You know where all this leads to, don’t you?
It is called Toyota Prius and for the first time in my life, I’ve been wishing (to have enough money) to buy a certain (and only this) car. Go figure.