Some people love Euro cars. It’s not so much about the brand, as the place. You might be one of those people. You might occasionally catch yourself fantasising that you’re careening around the curves of a French gorge on your way home. You might also fantasise about saving R136,000 on your next car.
Lookout, we have a badass on out hands. Although the story is only emerging now, in 1993 Emile Leray’s Citroen down broke in a Moroccan desert miles from nearest village. Unfazed, he took the car apart and turned it into a motorbike.
One of the reasons I love driving cars from all over the world is that I wrongly or rightly approach the vehicle with the stereotype of the people who made it clouding my judgement. It’s fun. And with the French, there is a veritable cheese platter of character traits from which to choose.