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Last night eighteen month old Lottie took delivery of her first new car, in fact her first car. It’s a brand new ’07 model Cozy Coupe from Little Tikes and she’s delighted. The little red and yellow coupe has been a popular seller for years and can be seen all over the world parked outside gardens and garages everywhere. Due to its eco-friendly power unit and simple design it looks set to stay as the top selling car for years to come.
Wearing one of her bigger smiles Lottie was overjoyed at her new acquisition and almost lost for words, but she did have this to say as she stood back to admire the gleaming coachwork,
“Car.”
Ever since her handed-down 1986 model developed suspension problems late last year which led to poor handling and eventual irreparable wheel and tyre damage she’s hankered after a replacement. Tough emission laws in Switzerland meant a longer than usual waiting list as cars had to be specially modified for the odd anti-car nation, but the fun-loving Aussies had Coupes on the shelf! So when Santa’s funds arrived from relatives afar the order was placed with immediate delivery.
A spokesdealer for Little Tikes was only too happy to offload another plastic push-about in the name of play, saying,
“Lottie is one of our top customers in ’07 and we hope she enjoys many hours of fun with the car, it’s just a shame we couldn’t deliver it in a more fitting colour for such a well-known celebrity.”
None of this idle chit-chat seemed to be of any interest to the keen driver as she fought off hijack attempts from her siblings to be first in the driver’s seat and enjoy some high speed rattling around the patio…
I had written a rather venomous piece all about the events surrounding the traumatic loss of the 230TE’s bonnet star but after re-reading it decided against publication for fear of upsetting readers into thinking I was some kind of crazed psychopath intent on harmful revenge of some mindless, booze fuelled lout who had though it particularly heroic to rip my star off and steal it.
So, after many weeks of piloting the Merc around sans star looking out over the bonnet with just a horrible broken stump I’m happy to report it’s back where it belongs, thanks to the international efforts of an electronic auction house and a like minded anorak who also couldn’t bear to see a Mercedes without its star.
Last night amid a fair amount of colourful language (I still haven’t worked out how it should be fitted) the newly acquired loft clearout treasure was put into its rightful place on the bonnet bringing back not only the pleasure of driving but a sense of completeness about the whole palaver. Without the proper ‘pedestrian sight’ driving anywhere just wasn’t the same, I’m afraid. Now we can glide along without the slightest care even with the trio of under fives stretched across the back seat filling the car with chattering noises, endless questions, sweet-wrappers and those horrible sticky lollipops that well meaning grown-ups keep giving them.
Just a word of warning though, if it gets torn off again and I catch the perpetrator you will probably not hear from me for a period of time while I serve out a jail sentence…
