Off topic again, just back from a quick trip to Sainsburys, parking up, a young hoodie comes running across the carpark towards me with a mad look on his face and approaches me puffing and panting, out of breath with spittel running down his face

''My father has the same car back in Poland, beautiful car, beautiful car!''
Two dozen pictures later we went our seperate ways with a big smile and a handshake!

I love my little car (even more than that Polish chap)!