So the Land-Rover Discovery that appeared in my last blog did a sterling job of towing the Scimitar to Blackpool. In fact, there were moments when it was all so effortless that I had to check my speed, as well as frequently wondering why the bloke behind was driving so bloody close before remembering that I had a trailer attached.
The night before was a different matter, though. It was curry night and so I was despatched to my local takeaway for the usual order. On the way back I got rather agitated at the fact that the car kept beeping at me. For the life of me I couldn’t work out why until I pulled into the driveway and noticed the seatbelt warning light.
Yep, clearly there was too much curry in the bag on the passenger seat because the Land-Rover thought there was someone sitting there.
According to our resident new car aficionado Clements (he actually has to "teach" the rest of us how to use the blinking things every time we get one in), a lot of moderns now have a ‘curry hook’ somewhere in the footwell, perhaps to avoid this very scenario).
Clearly I had not even considered that someone, somewhere in an automotive design studio would have thought that up - my Landie doesn’t even have hazards let alone a hook to hang food on.
At one point I couldn’t work out why my hand was getting rather warm, until I realised that I’d inadvertently clicked a paddle behind the steering wheel that heats it up so your indicating finger can still operate in minus temperatures.
