New Wheels

While we had planned the old car clear out well, it occurred to me only last night to clear the sat nav of favourite addresses, address history and favourite radio stations. R thanked me profusely for thinking of that.

We were to collect our new car at 11.30 yesterday. I wanted a couple of things at the shops and so we decided to go early to Bay Street, Port Melbourne, have brunch (I was good with a ham, tomato and onion sandwich. R was bad with pastie. Our goodness alternates). I pulled out a supermarket bag from my backpack to put into what I had bought and then it started. You are not going into that new car showroom to collect our new car carrying a supermarket shopping bag. I could have put what I bought into my backpack I suppose but as R said, as we are way too early, so we went home and out again to pick up the new car without a shopping bag, or my backpack loaded.

Gee, I thought I cared about what people thought of me, well I did when I was younger, but R is worse than me.

Everyone was so nice at the car dealership. Our hand over person was openly gay, to us at least, and is about to marry his partner and next year they will have two babies. Yes, it is complicated. The hand over took about an hour.

He explained how many things in the car work, which went in one ear and out the other. Then it was time for the photo shoot. This is how you are presented with your new car. You can take photos and upload them to the dealership FB or Insta. It was all quite a nice experience. The new bow tying person, although straight, is quite good at putting the ribbon on and does it with style, as we were told. The last person was hopeless, so the hand over person told us, and he used to fix up the ribbon himself.

On the way we stopped off to take photos of our soon to be no longer our car. Some cars we have named, like the one of our Mazdas we called Masada and my Humber Super Snipe was called Archie, R's VW Beetle was Bluey because it was blue, but we never named this one. Goodbye One Credit and Six General Practitioners.

However the new car has already been named Letitia as the number plate begins with 1QL, 1 Queen Letitia. Was she an Islander Queen or something? Maybe a Spanish Queen? I came up with something quite vulgar for the last letter and numbers. But it is an easy way to remember your car registration number. More to come about the new car, I suppose.

We drove along the beach to Elwood, parked and bought an ice cream and then drove back home with a couple of stops along to way to check and adjust things and change drivers. The two cars don't look so different in photos but the CX5 is somewhat bigger.

Oh damn, out of focus and I should have taken the photo from higher up. He was hot.