Ls460On Saturday at 13h00 I picked up my new car. By Sunday at 18h00, I’d hit a curb and punctured both left tyres. It’s currently sleeping at the Sasol on Witkoppen if you fancy saying, “hi”. How fucking much does that suck?

I gotta say, I was really loathe to buy a Lexus, and nearly cancelled the test drive on Friday, but after testing just about every other car on the road I figured what the hell, and shit, I’m glad I did. This is by far the nicest car I’ve ever driven (with the exception of the DB 9 Mike brought around). It has every toy imaginable, and the service has rocked too.

For example, when I chatted to the kick-ass sales guy, Riccardo, tonight about the puncture, he called me back within two minutes to see if he could collect me and take me home (I’d already bought the car, he had nothing to gain in the short term). Oh, and when I went to pair my phone, he’d pre-named my car “Capitalist Punk”, something he’d picked up from my email signature.

Lastly, when I got home with my new wheels, there were three wrapped presents hidden in the boot; a box of chocs, a rad coffee-table book, and this hand-picked-just-for-me gift:

Lexus Belt

Made my fucking day that did, wicked-cool touch. I’m thinking this one may just be a keeper…!

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