The 'new' car is from another garage and was bought rather hastily. Hence it being somewhat older and slightly more expensive. It may be called 'Max' because of its registration plate.
But the logic was that it looked clean, it had no mysterious dents or stains and...it has power steering! This (in theory) means that my wife will be able to, maybe even want to, drive it. For short distances, a smaller engine is supposed to reach its efficient operating temperature more quickly and therefore be more economical.
Silvery and reminiscent of a previous Corsa I owned, this car seemed to be okay. At least in comparison to the Fiat Seicento, it went (and way more than 3,000 rpm) and has more space inside. I have some affection for these cars, but the last one I traded in because I bought a longed for Alfa....(*sniff*).
Anyway, moving on. There was nothing wrong with the previous Corsa except that it had no air conditioning and the steering was heavy. Well, aircon is a cost (it impacts on fuel and, I think, is probably not good for polar bears). I might have to check that last point.This car has, at least, solved one of those problems and the weather in the UK has solved the other. It's chilly.
All this brings me to the 'but'. The car was a bit reluctant this morning; it sounded like one cylinder was misfiring. It warmed up and was okay.
A more niggling thing is that when I first took it for a long run I stopped only to notice a wisp of smoke from the bonnet. It turned out to be some oil dropping onto the hot exhaust under the engine. The chap at the garage (let's call him Clarabel...see previous posts) said it was probably spillage form where the oil was changed and topped up. Mmmm.
I was getting a bit worried when the inside seemed to smell persistently of oil and then my 12 year old genius pointed out the new car mats I'd bought (£9.99 from Poundstretcher...needs to be added to the costs page). They are rubber with carpet insets and smell like...well, rubber of course...and oil.
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