My Gallic Steed.

There’s something I’m not happy about with this flashy new motor. The throttle is slow to respond, and the clutch is both stiff and bites at the bottom end. That’s a recipe for aching calf muscles and stalled engines. This is going to take a bit of getting used to.

Really interesting so far? OK, now the boring bit.

It’s also typical of modern, nanny-mentality technology. It does what it thinks is right, not what I tell it to do – like wiping the rear windscreen when reverse gear is engaged, and locking the doors when the engine is started. I like technology that does what it’s told – no more, no less. This is the first vehicle I’ve had that was built in the 21^st century. Being dragged kicking and screaming into the modern world, I am.