No Less Than He Deserves
I was out running this morning along the main road in my development. Off in the distance I could hear a car approaching because its horn was sounding. I mean, this car's horn was really going off repeatedly and continuously. It sounded as if the driver was in trouble and desperately trying to get someone's attention.
As the car approached me, I looked at the driver. He started shaking his head and waving his hands as if to say "Don't worry, this is what my car's horn normally does. Pay no attention." The car slowed at an intersection, horn going off nonstop, and then took off. The horn continued to sound until the car was out of sight.
As it pulled away, I noticed that the car was a Peugeot. Who would buy a French car?
Horn malfunctions are probably the least of that guy's car problems.
K-
That horn would reinforce a number of people's opinions about the French.
I like the Harry Potter books--I started reading them when Howard did because he was only 8 and under the recommended age for them, and then I got hooked. I think it's a bit premature to get on the list for the next one, though.
I thought Charles Dickens wrote the Hardy Boys as relief from the stress of writing all the classics. *LOL*
Brings to mind memories of a friend's Renault Dauphine, from the early sixties. What it lacked in style, power and comfort it compounded with lack of dependability.
Sometime later, enjoying "The Pink Panther," laughing at Inspector Clousseau's antics, I had an epiphany of sorts about that Renault. The only uncertainty concerned which was more true: Clousseau types making the car or Closseau types buying enough of them to keep the company in business.
But then it occurred to me a Frenchman might've been just put off by a Nash Metropolitan or, for that matter, a 1958 Chevy — infamous by about 1964 in northern climes for rusted out floorboards through which quite a few people put their feet.