One benefit of having a car that runs in a predictable fashion is that you can take it places, and this is what we did yesterday, noodling at high speed down the A9 to the Spanish border. We dipped the dog in the Mediterranean, visited monk’s cloisters in Elne, and saw the sort of sunset that makes you think for a moment that you’ve survived a heart attack and that now, after a lifetime of selling insurance, eating red meat and stressing over money, you can really, really see what a sunset looks like, unlike those poor schmucks down at the Chamber of Commerce.
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