The only thing I really know about cars is how to drive them. Well, sort of, at least - not taking into account the accidents and fines I have met with so far. I guess I am not that typical "cars, football and girls" kind of guy. Although I do envy them sometimes. They probably do not have to take care of Sunday morning speedshopping. I do. But this morning, my trip to the local supermarket was actually quite uplifting. There they were, almost side by side: a brand new Citroën C4 coupé, a lovely old Citroën Ami 8 and an even older Citroën DS. It was almost as if someone had put them there on purpose for everybody to stop and take a look. Apart from me, however, nobody really wanted to face the cold wind and enjoy the view. I did. Reflecting on how the line of the C4 certainly resembled that of the DS in a way. On how lucky that former soccer pal of mine is, driving a DS (as well as being able to tinker with it - another probably typical male feature I lack). On what a pity it was I did not bring my camera along. On how wonderful it will be when, some day, scientists come up with a camera built into heads, probably integrating a USB link somewhere behind our ears or so. Anyway, the result of my mind drifting away like this was that the speedshopping session was an almost record-breaking one. As well as not making it on time to the butcher's before closing. But hey, at least I drove home with a (I admit: probably stupid) grin on my face and the intention of buying a French goddess when the time comes to replace the Renault Scenic we own now. I am not sure, however, if I'll be able to convince that other, down-to-earth kind of goddess I share my bed with...