But my god you have to love them. For a variety of reasons my car has been laid up in the garage for almost 4 months. I walk into the garage, clear the crap off the clams, put the key in. Turned it. Press the button and the wee little sh*t box just jumps and barks straight into life. No hesitation. No fuss. Just vroom vroom.
So, just had to go for a wee blast and even with worn cold ZZR's, on damp winter roads, with no roof on, you literally could not have taken the smile off my face with anything.
Damn. The bloody little plastic sh*t boxes are just so bloody addictive!