The Quest: Concluded

In a previous Witter, I shared our adventures in the quest for a new car.
We had tried a teeny tiny car in an effort to downsize from the wide open comfort of the Ugly Bug; we tried a bigger car which had a suspicious rattle somewhere under the dashboard and we tried yet another which smelled like a fisherman's tacklebox.

Anyhoo, the following weekend we decided to go for a nice walk along a sunny beach. Lovely. We strolled past ecstatic dogs chasing driftwood into the water, past families exploring rockpools and two game but deluded souls attempting to surf ankle height waves. It was very relaxing and refreshing and after we'd enjoyed a leisurely lunch His Nibs suggested we take a little detour on the way home. Lulled into a false sense of security by coffee and pastries, I agreed sleepily.

Shortly after, I found myself being escorted round another showroom far away from Bowing Salesman land and now clearly in uncharted Shiny, Buffed Salesman territory. His Nibs and I ambled around for approx 25 seconds before being set upon by Mike ['I'm old school, me']. He let us pause for a nano second before affixing us with a look not unlike that of a cobra about to strike.
I knew we were facing peril and yet I was transfixed.
Before you could say "Just browsing..." the fatal blow fell. He asked His Nibs to look at the very model which had caught his eye from the car park. Uh oh.

It had been love at first sight and Mike knew it. Poor Bowing Salesman didn't stand a chance. Neither did the savings account.

Suddenly, the deposit was paid and His Nibs was picking up The Big Sexy Beast the following Thursday. I did my best to joust with Mike but it wasn't easy with His Nibs all but self combusting beside me with excitement. It is his dream car. "Those are not headlights dear, they're rocket launchers...". You get the picture.

To cap it all, the Big Sexy Beast has a name.
Black Betty? No. Kit, like from Knightrider? No.

I spend hours jousting for glory and he names the car Marvin.