Connoisseur of the Classics
Carol is a connoisseur of cars. For example, she understood the favourable
impact of the model 16 on Renault's fortunes in 1965. Designed by the
legendary Philippe Charbonneaux and five times winner of the dipstick
d'or, the Renault 16 catapulted the company to success in the medium
/ large family car sector. Unfortunately Rob's old 16, like many of
the era, was fabricated entirely from rust. Carol did her best to make it look
What Carol always wanted was a saab cabriolet. Her parents had had
a saab with a fold-back roof, which was fun, never-the-less Carol always
dreamed of a full-blown cabrio version. (Carol wasn't impressed when
Rob said a fold-back roof sounded like a 2CV. It wasn't a put-down,
Rob really likes 2CVs - pink ones). In 2004 she achieved her dream -
a nice shiny red 900 convertible - coveted by schoolboys and brides
alike Carol avoided getting the 900 stolen by having the paint refitted.
If someone tried to break in, the special chameleonic "alarm-paint"
completely foiled the nefarious evil-doer. The back-room boffins say
it's something to do with liquid crystals; all we know is, it's a boon
at open air discos (oh my god, that sounds like something Jeremy Clarkson
The last scribe has gone off to commit ritual suicide after developing
Jeremy Clarkson syndrome. Just as well, because here's something Jeremy
Clarkson would hate - a magnificent American behemoth. Always willing
to take on a challenge, Carol got to grips with her uncle Jim's Cadillac,
while visiting him in Florida. The air conditioning used up more gasoline
than the motor and we all loved the wacky speedo designed not to function
above 85 mph!
Being a well-balanced person, Carol is no petrol-head. She's a diesel
head as well! Petrol for performance and diesel for dog-transport. There
is a down side however, and owning 2 cars can be hard work. Not for
Carol though; she employs pixies to help with the upkeep.
Carol is also a mean driver of model cars. Her brother-in-law was so
shocked the day she thrashed him at Scalextric, the only way he could
save face was by bestowing on her the title of "honorary boy".
He had no idea how close to death he came on that day.