Renault Twingo - Spa Shuttle

My life is full to the brim. Pleasure. Snyadanko, checking e-mail (remote work rules), a few phone calls to friends, your favorite TV program over your favorite coffee, and the nearest sports club. In the evening, you know, write to a friend and go to town with him. There's a lot to be said about going out, though, because I live downtown and so close to everything that I walk more miles from my living room to my kitchen than I do in my area.

And everything was fine until that fateful day, when this red-haired chick, puffing on a nearby treadmill, recommended me the best spa in the city. It’s just that my city is not small and the SPA, despite the anger, is just a few blocks away. Plus, despite the anger, it was really the best thing. So I had to get a second friend - a four-wheeled one. And it started...

Is anyone listening to me?

Some people love to complicate things. Instead of focusing on my real needs, the showroom salespeople are starting to supplement simple things with ideologies that make my head spin. Maybe because they see a girl? Damn stereotype. They want to cram everything they have into their price lists, as long as it comes out to some six figures at the end.

And yet I translate. It must be small. She must leave. It should look like. My friends should say something nice when they see it, but they can't be jealous of me because I don't like it. Envying my natural blonde hair is enough for me. Roadster? This is not for me. Big problems with parking, brick. Or a sports car? He is really small. And stylish. But when I saw the price list, I was impressed that the varnish does not fall off.

Another salon and a handsome guy praising the technical level of his car. Such a system, such a system… why should I buy all this, I need a car, and this one wants to sell me a space shuttle. And I need a spa shuttle.

Miss Sixty

Another salon and finally I have something. The car is small, neat and has a rare cool pink color. I approach and see that it will be something really interesting. I would never get into a flower-painted car in my life, I'm not some kind of Barbie - and on this little girl it is done with sensitivity. Only in a few places barely noticeable subtle floral patterns appear. In turn, pink frames are an exaggeration, but generally acceptable.

I look inside and see that someone has been consistent here. Buttons, knobs, all stitching and even leather inserts in velor seats are made in body color, which means ... let's be honest - pink. The steering wheel is also made of leather, and the beautifully rounded visor above the on-board computer screens is sheathed. The car looks beautiful and stylish, although it probably costs, again, a fortune ...

The salesperson probably sees the sparkle in my eye because he stops acting like a hired man, but finally calmly announces that I have a limited edition Miss Sixty Renault Twingo in front of me (but the number - I even have something from in my wardrobe) and in Bohemian Pink. After the boring details of the 75-horsepower engine, 5-speed gearbox and air conditioning as standard, we moved on to curiosities. It turned out that the car has a holder for lipstick and eyeliner, as well as a flower pattern appears on the upholstery of the doors and even on the wiper under the passenger's feet. Okay, the rug is also too clever, but the rest sticks together. And I really like it. Oops, I haven't asked the price yet...

I'm not too worried about the amount of space in the back, and despite the persuasion of the seller, I did not go to try on the rear sofa (not in this skirt), but the guy braced himself - packed back to front and demonstrated that he was not too tight. That's right - knees under the chin showed something else, although after the back seat was moved to the trunk, it was not so bad.

My reaction to the trunk confused the guy. Instead of complaining that it was too small, I was glad that my shopping bags wouldn't fly around a football field-sized boot when cornering. Better for me, but let's get down to business. How?

Now I'm the one who feels confused. The price is three times lower than in the previous salon. And everything suits me. Such a good car for less than 39 thousand? Where is the catch?

gachik

I drove this car for several months and did not find a catch. I wasn't really looking because the baby is exactly what I wanted. Besides, I don't smoke much and no one on the treadmill will set me up out of envy. He's like a good four-wheeled friend, and you shouldn't pick on your friends, right?

I think so, but not necessarily my bipedal friend. A few days ago, he calculated that this year would be the darkest lunar eclipse, made sure that none of his buddies would approach my street within throwing distance of an iPhone, he pulled a baseball cap low over his eyes and went, as he said, to “testdragon” .

He returned an hour later and said that only a woman can love this loader, because pink is not his only drawback. The engine cannot keep up with the vehicle at higher speeds. The light weight of the car masks the low power in the city, but on the uphill highway the car starts to slow down at full throttle and, having accelerated from the hill, begins to smoothly float along the road. The headlights could shine a little more. According to him, the steering wheel is tied to the wheels with a rack, because the steering system is not at all accurate. Deafness is also average, so the tachometer in front of the eyes is redundant. And finally - that the image in the rearview mirror trembles from vibrations.

What are these disadvantages? - I answered. I've been driving this car since yesterday and haven't noticed any of them. For example, I don’t notice vibrations in the mirror, because I correct my makeup not while driving, but when I’m standing at a traffic light. For me, this car lacks at best an automatic gearbox, because it is not difficult to turn on the first one instead of the back one - besides, everything suits me in it. Maybe I don't need that much? Or maybe he came up with these flaws to force me to buy something more expensive?

I won't worry about it. Most importantly, I drive my spa shuttle to the best spa in town. I have a lot of money for this because I didn't spend much on a car. Small. Cheap. Disks. It seems. Besides, he's mine. And let it stay that way!