For as long as I can remember I've wanted to own an old London Cab - which is easier said than done when you have to import and register it in France, where not only do they insist on MOUNTAINS of paperwork, but also have no idea what one is and so require even MORE paperwork to get to the right paperwork - who says we can live in a paperless society?
Last year I finally found one that I could afford, and duly brought it over to France - it's taken me until now to sort out paperwork, and we're still not out of the woods.
Called Joe (le Taxi, of course), he proudly sits in my garage and ferries me around our villages and towns, to the delight of the local kids (and adults!) who wave frantically, smile in wonder, or wave threateningly whenever they see me.
He's not perfect by any means, in fact:
- he never starts first time in the cold
- the heater doesn't work properly in the front so it's always cold
- the battery goes flat with alarming regularity
- the stereo works when it feels like it
- he's noisy and smelly like a lot of old diesel cars
- he drinks oil like an old tramp drinks Special Brew
- the back windows don't lock so I can't leave anything in him
- he has the smallest boot in the world
I'm going to have to buy a more reliable car to go alongside Joe, as he's not at his best in the winter, but alongside my kids and my partner (and Johnny Depp of course), he's the love of my life :)