... was a whizzy 'new' car!
It is so pretty :-)
In the space of 30 hours I have gone from a grown-up, restrained silver Audi estate with enough room for a bazillion kids, 500 car seats and three dogs to a surfie chick, bush-bashing, (occasionally) completely topless jeep-y kind of thing with just enough room in the boot for a picnic blanket and an esky (coolbox) filled with sparkly wine and strawberries.
And I love it.
This afternoon we took the front roof section off and while the kids and I went bombing around back lanes they decided my whizzy new car is in fact a limousine! I feel certain the suspension has different ideas.
After much discussion we came to the conclusion that the best way to find out the car's name was to ask it so may I present ....
"My name is ....