What does my car say about me?

I may have mentioned that I have what the fledglings refer to as the most embarrassing car in the world. Its a bit harsh to describe an L Reg Toyota Carina that has seen better days and had more caring and understanding owners and has done, well a lot of miles, as the most embarrassing car in the world but I can see their point.

I am not that bothered about it. It gets me to work and out and about and occasionally takes us on long trips fully laden with teenagers and other stuff that Mrs BW insists on taking on holiday with us. It rarely complains and apart from the kids rarely attracts any sort of comment. Until...

I was at a clients one day last week. I parked my car in the car park at the front of the building, next to the Mercs and BMWs. The main man greeted me at reception and once we had got the initial greetings over he told me that he had just had a visit from some bloke trying to persuade him to sign up to some Management Consultancy deal (scam!)

"You should have seen the car he got into, a bloody Y reg Mondeo. What on earth makes him think I am going to take advice about my business from a bloke in a Y reg Mondeo."

I had no choice but to agree with him and even tutted for good measure. He gazed out into the car park. He could not miss the WMEC standing out like a sore thumb. He looked back at me and I could see that he had made the connection.

"Well at least your advice is free" he said.