Last Wednesday my stormy two year relationship with my Lotus Elite finally came to an end when it packed its stuff (a few spares and some paperwork) and left me for good.
Despite writing on this site that it was going to have to go, I hadn't actually advertised it for sale because I wanted it to go to the right home.
And, as I had hoped, my blog teased out exactly the right new owner, a marque and model enthusiast who had wanted to buy this very car years before but had been thwarted.
More importantly, he is a marque and model expect who understands all the generic problems and is prepared to put in the toil to make it right.
This was precisely what I wanted and I rapidly adjusted (downwards) my price expectations accordingly.
Yes, I would be a rubbish car dealer.
The odd thing is how fate decided to cope with my disloyalty.
As I have blethered on many a time, I love that Elite, but there are a few fundamental things that it didn't do, primarily allowing me to change gear for myself.
The boys in the office have also grown bored of me suggesting that, despite the wonderfulness of the Lotus engine, a V8 conversion would not be the worst thing in the world for an Elite. James Page, in particular, disapproves.
