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JET AND LIES ON THE ROAD WITH TWINGO

Since we drove to Paris in the car, the whole world knows that we are two dire sissies who cannot drive. The other night I was out to dinner and the waitress said at the end of the evening that she recognised me from the videos from this post and that she felt immensely sorry for us, “haha who can't shift gears?” Well, that means us. Our reputation and carefully constructed image are totally down and, in the process, our car anxiety is greater than ever.

“You just have to try again” May then says, to which my reply is “I will NEVER go in a car again”. Jet, on the other hand, is a bit braver and wanted to try again, so we decided to give it a go. “Yes and then you'll go to the Cornelis Schuyt nicely, little View Shoebaloo, buy a magazine, do things that will make you happy and calm” spoke therapist Mobach. Before we went, Jet did take a lap to practise and when the nerves were under control, I stepped next to her and we drove towards Amsterdam Zuid. At the first traffic light, my heart was already in my throat again but Jet pretended her nose was bleeding and tore through the city effortlessly. “Yes, but this car drives really well” she said, and to be honest, it did indeed look so smooth that I almost wanted to try it myself.


But the real ordeal came when it turned out that the street we had to enter was closed and we had to make a U-turn. As you may remember, that's exactly what caused Jet's panic attack in Paris. Forward reverse steering wheel left steering wheel right shifting and sticking - it just doesn't happen. But the Twingo steers so easily and has such a small turntable that in one smooth little turn we are hup upside down and well on the other side of the street. No gear shifting! Nothing sticking! This is so nice!

Arrived at the Schuyt, we find discharge at the beauty of Shoebaloo, I buy a Linda and The second issue of Harpers Bazaar at the magazine shop, Jet feasts on Molton Brown scented candles at Babassu and we end up at By Danie's vintage shop. There I come face to face with insane booties from my favourite brand Giuseppe Zanotti which fitted like a glove and thus went home with us, you get the idea.

All in all, it was a damn therapeutic ride. The engine stalled ZERO times at all, we didn't feel a speck of panic, the little car drives like a train and even I am mentally preparing to go for a spin soon. What a little Twingo isn't good for.