Watch out: spoiler alert, but I really mean a spoiler. At the risk of being called a car fanatic, I’ll say it anyway: where a nice package does something for a man or woman, a spoiler does something for your car. So if I may make a suggestion for your new TWINGO  (just choose that one, because you can lease it for a song per month): get a spoiler. My first, second, and third car all had a spoiler and your car benefits enormously from it. It’s the facelift of your vehicle, it’s the truffle mayo on your hamburger, it’s the mascara on a makeup-free face. I’m heading straight to the premiere of Le Mans ‘66 after work tonight, because I think I’m going to earn the title of crazy car woman from now on (and the name of the film fits so nicely with my last name). Bye bye.