I know it looks like we’re parked, but we were actually heading along the Monesterio to Llerena road at a bit of a lick.
It turns out that the nice German engineers have placed the Merc’s throttle pedal at much more sensible height than the nasty German engineers who were responsible for the Astra.
Wilbur got a drive in the new antique today, with a trip to the vet in Zafra. He seems to be responding well to the treatment, but we’ll be shaving him bald before we let him in the car again. The back seat appeared to have been re-upholstered in a deep shag pile fabric by the time we got home. In a surprisingly uncharacteristic move, I took the hand held Dyson to the seat with the pet hair attachment. The Astra only ever got that kind of treatment the day before its annual MOT in an attempt to make it appear that we took care of the car. I don’t think that the inspectors ever fell for it.