How should you feel when a car that provides genuine pleasure is made by a company that lied to the world?

Judging by his numberplate...

Leaving London 06.30 tomorrow...

When I was a kid, a visit from my mum's cousin (my second cousin?) was always a pretty cool occasion, because he drove a Jag. I remember him telling me he'd never buy a Mercedes, 'because, young chap, they are taxis.' Growing up in London, I didn't really understand what he meant - after all, taxis were horrible…

We've been sitting in stationary traffic in London's West End for a while, with no sign of it letting up, but there's a smile on my face. Ensconced in the fairly basic, but pretty, leather clad interior of the Peugeot RCZ all is well in my world. Ford Transit drivers smile benignly at the squat burgundy coupe. …

I has it for a few days... and she is tres photogenic n'est pas?

Those of you who saw my post yesterday will know I have access to this sweet 4 Series for a few days while I'm on stay-cation in the UK. And, as my username implies, I (used to) have an A5. So, I was keen to see how the two compare.

I know, I know. The Boxster in the background is much cooler. But I cannot afford to rent that, so it DOES NOT COUNT.