Wednesday, September 3, 2003

Going mad

by Suw on September 3, 2003

If I don't get my connection sorted out soon, I'm going to lose my marbles completely. Sometimes it's fine. Mostly it is intermittent – I can get some emails but not others. I can read some sites but not others. Some pages contain 'data' and some don't. But it’s always annoying.

Please, someone tell me how to fix this stupid connection!

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The best toy ever

by Suw on September 3, 2003

Fancy going for a quick spin in the convertable… up the Thames?

The Gibbs Aquada is possibly the sexiest car I've ever seen. I'm not a big fan of cars, having spent the last 14 years since I passed my test finding good excuses not to get behind the wheel of one. Despite my car phobia, however, I would learn to drive again if my car was an Aquada. I think it's something to do with the way the wheels pull up into the body when it converts into a boat, or the beautiful lines of its hydrodynamic underbelly, or the fact that it's a convertable and looks as sexy as fuck on the water as well as off.

Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be much online about the Aquada, except a Real Media BBC report. The Gibbs Technologies web site doesn't give much away, and the Aquada web site doesn't work (for me, anyway. Maybe you'll have more luck), which is a pity. I wanted to see more of this sleek beauty, moving over land and water with grace, style and speed. Actually, the thing shifts like shit off a stick, considering that it's half boat/half car – it can do 100mph on land and 30mph on water. That's not so surprising when you find out there's a V6 under the hood, but oh, the style with which it moves!

I'm in love with this car in a way I have never been in love with any sort of vehical ever, in my entire life. I usually hate cars. Black sheep of the family, see. My Dad used to be a kart driver and then rally driver. My brother made replica Fords. Various cousins and assorted uncles have been racing drivers, either with karts, hill climbing or rallying. Really, cars should be in my genes, but it seems that they skipped a generation.

I think my fear of cars started the moment I started to learn to drive one. I have appalling depth and speed perception, so find it hard to accurately judge the state of driving conditions. Then when I was 18, I totalled my Mum's car on a dodgy junction near here and haven't been quite the same since. I used to have the most horrific nightmares about driving and was terrified quite beyond reason when behind the wheel, even though I'm actually a reasonably good driver. (So I'm told.) I make a pretty bad passenger too, the fear never quite leaving me, even if I'm not driving.

But I would conquer all that, I would deal with my terrors, if only I had an Aquada.

Anyone got a spare ?150,000?

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