Seeing France’s Wild Mountains Through a Clouded, Classic Windshield
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We spent a few weeks driving around the French and Spanish Pyrennees in it. I'm not at all a car person, but fell in love with. Its quirks and personality make it a pleasure to drive. The time you spend broken down is balanced with the people you meet who all have a story about this car.
Buzzing around the mountain trails and getting jealous looks from ferrari drivers are all part of the perks.
There's a huge passion behind these cars - they even hold annual rallies for pushing these cars way beyond their intended limits.
> The motor-car has restored the romance of travel.
> Freeing us from all the compulsions and contacts of the railway, the bondage to fixed hours and the beaten track, the approach to each town through the area of ugliness and desolation created by the railway itself, it has given us back the wonder, the adventure and the novelty which enlivened the way of our posting grand-parents. Above all these recovered pleasures must be ranked the delight of taking a town unawares, stealing on it by back ways and unchronicled paths, and surprising in it some intimate aspect of past time, some silhouette hidden for half a century or more by the ugly mask of railway embankments and the iron bulk of a huge station. Then the villages that we missed and yearned for from the windows of the train—the unseen villages have been given back to us!