Nous sommes une automobile

First of all I know is it wrong French. If that was your first thought... shame on you. Go watch fucking Eddie Izzard: Learning French. Just copy paste it into youtube search and you will find what I am talking about.

Secondly, we have a car.
Not a tin can on 4 wheels that brings us places,
Not something that has a faulty carburetor and will stall every time you push the clutch,
Not something that will have half an exhaust and while inside sounds like the whole southern devision of the Harley Davidson motor cycle club is passing except it never passes cause the sound is coming from under your ass,
Not something that sounds like an airplane is taking off when you are outside of the car,
Not something with an open roof that can't be opened and that leaks water anyway,
Not something with a kilometer counter that doesn't work,
Not something with an antenna of which the cable to the radio is broken,
Not something that when you go to the McDrive and it is nearly freezing outside and a bit raining wont let you roll up the window again leaving you to freeze on a 10 kilometer drive before you get home,
Not something that as an result of the repair to the window you did will open the window itself when you drive a rocky road (Life is a rocky road... nein... life is a cosmic symphony... life is a TUNNEL with black light at the end!)

Anyway... We have a new car. Peugeot 405 out of 1994. A car that is a pleasure to drive, a car comfortable and a car that is so quiet that when I stopped I thought the engine had stalled, however it was still running. It has an electric operated roof that does work flawlessly and doesn't leak. Powered steering, a boot where you can hide 2 bodies... It is just a pleasure to drive.