This morning I had the dreaded MOT visit again with the Celica.
I made it there at 6:45, before they opened and was first in line. I guess i'm not the only one crazy enough to do that, since at 6:46 we were already 4 waiting for the gates to open. So I drive in, the guy pours all over the car, slightly cursing at my LPG installation, which gives him more to do. But in the end all is fine and the car still conforms to what's written on the documents.
That is until the time comes to pay. The guy in front of me is called to the desk and is given an LPG price, on which I step in and tell them that will be mine. I pay my dues and walk off with my papers. Having a bad feeling about the name mix-up i check my documents, and they are for a Renault ... yuck ... a Kangoo of all things. So I head back to the guy and sort out the documents with him. Upon which the desk clerk wants to see all the documents and spends another 5 minutes rummaging through them before realizing her mistake and handing both of us the correct papers. I guess that's a downside to arriving this early, they haven't had time for coffee yet.
So I go out to the Celica with a green ticket and a new LPG sticker to put on the windscreen. After which I drive off and decide to take the small windy roads home in celebration. Of course paying homage to my old adage "life starts at 6200". After some slight speeding on the tones of AC/DC combined with a screaming engine I arrive home with a huge smile on my face.
That's about when it hit me. Of all the cars I have been rambling about, there's actually only just one which can give me the same feeling as the Celica. The S2000. There is just no substitute for revs. The feeling you get when the car kicks you in the but at 6200 after a nice smooth buildup of power throughout the rev-range ... I confess, I'm an addict :-)
So there you have it, if the Celica will ever be replaced, it will be by another high singing car. For the moment the only car worthy is the S2000.
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