Hermann managed infinity MPG today as he went on the back of a truck to Glasgow to have his crusty rear treated to some TLC by Audi's bodyshop there.
Fnar fnar.
In his place is a 1.2 Polo - same colour and same country of origin but the only other shared attribute is the over-optimistic MPG gauge - apparently I did 75 MPG on the way to work, which is entirely nonsense.
The Polo is worth every penny I am paying for it, which is £15 for the insurance and maybe £5 for fuel for the next few days. Otherwise it is hateful in every way - tiny boot, numb steering, rough engine, a manual gearbox which has a change more random than a 1982 Allegro - and they had a square steering wheel
And this (above) is a far more interesting place to be.
Still it keeps the rain off.