As if thinning hair and spreading waistline were not enough reasons to give me to believe that
middle , nay, old age ! is creeping up on me, I have finally made the automotive move that confirms I am now on the slippery downward decline into pipe, slippers and being a'bed by ten o/clock every night !
Tomorrow, my Aston Martin goes, only to be replaced by a Bentley. The fact that that the Bentley is seventeen miles per hour faster than the Aston ( 202 MPH as against 185 MPH ), helps soften the pain a tad or two, but even so !
OK, I have made the change in order to permit my teenage daughter to sit more comfortably in the rear seats, and I will be able to get the family luggage plus plus my guns/fishing rods/ skis / dogs in the
boot ( trunk, to you Americans ! ), but even all of this is insufficient compensation for no longer being able to answer when asked " What are you driving nowadays ? ", " Oh, it's an Aston Martin, don't you know ? ".
Or when the Memsahib says " Darling, what car are we taking when we go out to dinner tonight ? "
" Mmm, I think we'll take the Aston ". Worse still, though, is when I recall the salesmans answer to my question when I bought my first Aston Martin. I asked him about the need to be careful when parking -
" Oh ", he replied , " there's no problem there, people just don't vandalise Aston Martins ! "......and, sure enough, they don't ! I wonder if the same is true of Bentleys ?