Well here's my tale!
I had been looking for an Exeo for some months, and a few had slipped through my fingers at the last second, damned annoying btw, when I spotted her.
Urano Grey 143 Sport Saloon, dark blue 18" alloys, only 27.7 on the clock, full service history. I fell in love with it, this one HAD to be mine.
So I immediately called the dealer, and put down a £200 deposit in order to prevent my being gazumped again.Then realization hit, the car was in Chichester, and I live in Manchester, so some planning was called for.
Now a friend of mine lives in Southsea, not far from Chichester, so I thought I'd visit him whilst picking up the motor. Plans made I organised the trip down.
I bought a first class ticket on the Virgin Pendalino from Manchester to Chichester. This meant catching the underground from Euston to Victoria, then catching another train to Chichester.
So I arrived in Euston 20 minutes late, due to some
problem or other on the Southern line, and had to get over to Victoria in order to catch my train, suffice to say that I missed it even after running right across the station, it pulled away just as I hit the ticket barrier. I was sweating like a galley slave, and panting like a dog by this point, and I'm fairly fit!
So I had a 30 minute wait for the next one. If I'd known they were every thirty minutes I could have avoided the half mile full pelt sprint!!
Anyhoo, I arrive in Chichester, after some confusion with the train splitting in half!! My mate was there to meet me, and we ambled over to the
dealership which was only 5 minutes walk away from the station.
There she sat, newly polished in the early afternoon sunshine, even better in reality than in the pictures I'd seen. So a swift chat with the dealer chappy, and a nice long test drive later, plus the paperwork of course, I laid down the cash and drove off. Straight to the petrol station, they'd kindly left me enough fuel in it to get that far. I did swallow a bit when I brimmed the tank though, hoping the fuel consumption figures weren't exagerated.
I drove my mate back to his place, where we picked up his lass, and we all went for a nice Italien dinner. He paid RESULT!
I was going to stay over, but I wanted to get home, so I bid them goodbye and started the long journey home, arriving very tired at 01:20 in the morning.
But what a drive it was. I enjoyed every second of it, we truly bonded
So how's that for a tale?