Cap Gris Nez, Pas de Calais, 18.10.00
The Batterie Todt war museum with the fearsome 280mm railway gun in the background, and my Rover 400D in the foreground. I really should have left it there and come home on the Eurostar, it was the worst car I have ever driven by a long chalk. With a gutless 1.6 engine and a flexible bodyshell (don't try opening the tailgate when parked on an incline) the only thing I liked about it was the colour. It was a happy day when the company came to its senses and started buying Vauxhall again, and it was exchanged for a Cavalier :-)
Cap Gris Nez, Pas de Calais, 18.10.00
The Batterie Todt war museum with the fearsome 280mm railway gun in the background, and my Rover 400D in the foreground. I really should have left it there and come home on the Eurostar, it was the worst car I have ever driven by a long chalk. With a gutless 1.6 engine and a flexible bodyshell (don't try opening the tailgate when parked on an incline) the only thing I liked about it was the colour. It was a happy day when the company came to its senses and started buying Vauxhall again, and it was exchanged for a Cavalier :-)