stewartwillsher
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Not wishing to Hijack the thread where brown is being discussed, so I give you a WAFFLE on a near-brown encounter a long while ago,
You may have read my WAFFLE on wobbly tyres on my first ever brand new car.
This story, perfectly true, as always, is about the same vehicle, at the time of purchase.
Matrimony equals mortgage equals life insurance equals no more motor racing - boo!
So, flogs Clubmans Lotus, trailer and tow car.
Fist full of dosh to buy a runabout.
Chose a Honda N600G from not a very wide selection, once whittled down using logical criteria.
Near where I lived was a branch of a large Honda dealership in East London, so in I went, with wife-to-be, to order car.
There were three variants with same body, a 360 engine (no thanks) and two 600 models, the G having some trim and seat improvement over the standard 600.
Salesman did his spiel and asked what colour we would like.
I said "not bothered", but up pipes the betrothed, that she wants to see what is available.
He rummages for a paint chart, and proffers it to missy.
Quick glance at options and wrinkled nose and points at one, "don't like that!".
Arthur Daley makes note that the gold is off limits.
It actually looked close to a sort of bronze/brown hue, so I conceded it was not desired.
This was 1971, so no internet to browse cars available,
Man said he would phone round and could we come back tomorrow, which we duly did.
We were greeted by subdued salesman, who said there was only one G model in the country and order time for others would be months.
OK, so?
He screwed up his face and mumbled with a fearful expression - it was the gold!
We just both burst out laughing, which he had difficulty interpreting, thinking perhaps he had lost a sale.
"Yes, we'll have it" we chortled in unison.
I thought he was going to cry with joy.
I don't think he had sold a car before because their Honda showroom and brochures was all bikes.
We were a little apprehensive, but when it turned up a few days later, it did not look too bad, not too bling and certainly not BROWN!
Close encounter of the brown kind, though!
You may have read my WAFFLE on wobbly tyres on my first ever brand new car.
This story, perfectly true, as always, is about the same vehicle, at the time of purchase.
Matrimony equals mortgage equals life insurance equals no more motor racing - boo!
So, flogs Clubmans Lotus, trailer and tow car.
Fist full of dosh to buy a runabout.
Chose a Honda N600G from not a very wide selection, once whittled down using logical criteria.
Near where I lived was a branch of a large Honda dealership in East London, so in I went, with wife-to-be, to order car.
There were three variants with same body, a 360 engine (no thanks) and two 600 models, the G having some trim and seat improvement over the standard 600.
Salesman did his spiel and asked what colour we would like.
I said "not bothered", but up pipes the betrothed, that she wants to see what is available.
He rummages for a paint chart, and proffers it to missy.
Quick glance at options and wrinkled nose and points at one, "don't like that!".
Arthur Daley makes note that the gold is off limits.
It actually looked close to a sort of bronze/brown hue, so I conceded it was not desired.
This was 1971, so no internet to browse cars available,
Man said he would phone round and could we come back tomorrow, which we duly did.
We were greeted by subdued salesman, who said there was only one G model in the country and order time for others would be months.
OK, so?
He screwed up his face and mumbled with a fearful expression - it was the gold!
We just both burst out laughing, which he had difficulty interpreting, thinking perhaps he had lost a sale.
"Yes, we'll have it" we chortled in unison.
I thought he was going to cry with joy.
I don't think he had sold a car before because their Honda showroom and brochures was all bikes.
We were a little apprehensive, but when it turned up a few days later, it did not look too bad, not too bling and certainly not BROWN!
Close encounter of the brown kind, though!
