The 2CV is back on the road!
I have absolutely no idea how Dave the mechanic managed to put it all back together, but he did and I am absolutely delighted!
To celebrate, I decided to go to Ploermel to do some shopping. I parked next to a big white van in Super U’s car park (Super U is our supermarket of choice) and went in search of some fresh fish.
I never lock the 2CV, the theory being that there isn’t anything of any value in the car, and should someone want my shopping basket, I would rather they opened the door and took it rather than smash a lock or tear the roof.
After shopping, I returned to the car swinging my kilo of mussels, jumped in the car… and saw that there was a man in the passenger seat. Aaaaah!
He was a respectable looking man in his seventies, with a moustache.
“Bonjour Madame” he said.
“Bonjour Monsieur” I replied, somewhat automatically.
“I had a 2CV just like this when I was a young man, I adored it, but unfortunately the chassis corroded. I hope you don’t mind but when I tried the door of your car and it was open, I just had to sit in your car and remember the days of my youth. Merci Madame”.
He opened the door, got out of the car, took one last look at the 2CV and disappeared behind the white van. Sometimes, sitting in a 2CV is such a temptation for a former 2CV owner, that they just can’t resist it. Who am I to argue? Perhaps one day it will be me… it definitely felt like our sweet little 2 CV had done a good deed.