It has been four weeks and I think Buffy has done her fair share of whizzing up and down the motorway, daily commuting notwithstanding. In the first three weeks, I’ve driven her down to Northamptonshire and Oxfordshire on the M1 and M40, respectively. The turbocharged diesel engine meant overtaking was piss-easy. A less boring drive was her first trip to Manchester via the A57 Snake Pass. I’ve never driven a car with such superb road handling (I only have owned three cars thus far, as you already know). I’ve to say the main reason why the Snake Pass drive felt so good was because of her automatic transmission – no more dropping gears at tight bends before the highest part of the road! But the best was yet to come.

Last weekend, I drove Buffy to the Lake District and what a drive it was. As my dad was in no condition to do 10-mile rambles up the pikes and fells, I brought the car! We went in a three-car convoy as I don’t know the lay of the land. The width of the B and C roads were ridiculously narrow which meant being the last car in the convoy allowed me not to be on full alert for oncoming traffic. I also don’t know how these people could live in this neck of the woods. Yeah, because of the nice scenery and peaceful surroundings – but these (obviously rich) people drive wide Range Rovers and Cayennes!

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