While I was still busy getting things together (hey, I've never been the most organised guy on the planet) the equally slick driver of aforesaid slick vehicle squeezed past me. Like me a few minutes before she gave my vehicle a once-over and seemed unimpressed,
She also gave me a quick glance and seemed even less impressed. She looked at me like I was a bug, or lower than a bug – actually she looked at me like my first name is Julius (guess only the South Africans will get that :)
I took a closer look; polished to shiny perfection, carefully sculpted lines, only the best (mostly synthetic) materials used. Obviously this kind of construction and aesthetics come with a hefty price tag, but enough about the woman and back to the car. It really was magnificent, but in my opinion too magnificent, rather like the driver. Like people, I prefer cars with character even if it comes with some flaws and minor damage.
My Indian-built SUV is now 4 ½ years old and showing some general wear and tear as well as a broken spotlight cover (courtesy of some night driving on dirt roads), a neat crease down one flank (a Friday night, rain, poor visibility, neighbour entering the complex as I was leaving, 2 remotes pressed at the same time), and is generally covered with a thin, or not so thin, layer of dust or mud or both.
Strange maybe but I prefer it that way to when it was brand new and unblemished, like a mechanical new-born. Every chip, nick, scratch and minor dent tells a story of a camping outing, road trip, visit to my father-in-law's farm or some other fun event. In the same way I like people with stories to tell, even if they have the odd scratch or dent.
So Ms. Immaculate in your immaculate contraption, I bet you don't have many interesting stories to tell. Your plastic surgeon on the other hand...;)