YEARS ago in France I fell half in love with a little car called a Twingo.
It was the epitome of the city cars we know today. But back in the day there were not many city cars around, in fact the genre may not even have been invented. Now the world abounds with them.
I say “half” in love with the Twingo because I was of an age when at the same time I probably fell half in love with a lot of French women. I’m sure an older generation would call this infatuation and they would be right. Yet that attraction I felt as a young man for the Twingo has remained with me ever since.
The trouble was back then you could only buy a Twingo in Europe. There was some story, which I thought apocryphal at the time but was apparently true that the left-hand drive Twingo would remain just that — a left-hand drive car that could not be converted for the British market. It was, it turns out, a question of cost.
Today of course when cars must be able to be sold anywhere in the world it makes little difference if you want it in left- or right-hand drive because any “conversion” is routine.