On Saturday, I bade a sad au revoir to Annie-Rose, my 1988 customised 2CV6 Charleston. Now that the other Grumpy Old Sod is retired, we can't justify or afford to run two cars, so she has been sold, and is going to France, to live out her days in the Limousin region.
My love affair with these extraordinary French beauties began when I was 15, and a youth leader had a bright yellow one. I loved the shape, the chugging 'gawd-I'm-struggling-here' noise the engine made and the way other drivers' eyes widened in fear as the little car rolled dramatically when cornering.
I never thought I'd actually own one (mainly because I didn't drive), but the serendipitous coming together of passing my test and a local mum wanting to get rid of a red and white Dolly, got me my first 2CV. She had Paris stickers and pictures of the Eiffel Tower, and I bought her outwith asking the GOS, so had to park her in a side street until I plucked up courage and told him.
|Red and white Dolly (not mine)|
It took me a week of determined effort to master the gears. If you've never driven a vintage Citroen (and they are now vintage cars) this is what the dashboard looks like:
They have so many quirks and oddities (I have started one with the obligatory crank), and they are temperamental to industrial strength, but in a world of boring lookalike grey cars, they stand alone. And you can always locate them in multi-story car parks.
I am a member of 2CVGB, which meant I used to rock up to the local group every now and then. Many of them owned multiple cars, known as 'the fleet' and it was there that I bought a 1988 Plums and Custard Dolly for You Must Be Mad's 18th birthday. It had been 'moddied' by its previous owner, meaning that it could reach scary top speeds of over 90 mph. She used to take on the boy racers at traffic lights, and venture into the outside lanes of motorways, with me clinging onto the seat for dear life.
|Plums and Custard Dolly|
She learned to drive on it ~ we called the car Tintin, because of the Herge figure on the door, and the noise it made going uphill. It was the nearest I got to a 'fleet', and we brushed off the inevitable 'Are you going to mate them?' comments from passing locals when they were parked out front for cleaning. Eventually, when you could see the road passing under the floor mats, daughter sold Tintin, and I was back to one car again.
Annie-Rose also came from the local group too. Originally, she was light and dark grey, but in a moment of madness that I've never regretted, I had her resprayed pink. She is, I believe, unique, and we have enjoyed so many adventures over the years, turning heads and provoking stories of 2CVs owned by other people in their youth. I have rarely returned from shopping trips without finding someone admiring her, or wanting to ask questions about her.
I shall miss the quirkiness, the stubborn refusal ever to start first time in cold weather, the lack of proper heating meaning your fingers go blue in winter, waving to other 2CV drivers and the cameraderie of owning a car that ignorant people, who've never sat in one, regard as belonging properly in a circus tent.
Most of all, I shall always remember, with great fondness, the many many days when my 2CVs and I have gone bombing along a country road, hood rolled right back, sunshine pouring down from a blue sky and Diana Ross blasting out of the cassette player. You can't get much closer to heaven than that!
My heart is bleedingReplyDelete
Have cried. Will cry when I see her loaded onto the trailerDelete
A nice piece, Carol. I forwarded this onto a friend who has owned his flying snail for many years. He assures me it starts first time every time and that despite the rolling on corners, they are impossible to turn over. I always dread him demonstrating the fact when I am in it.ReplyDelete
Yes, you can't roll them over by going round corners, but you can terrify people following you who are grinning all over their faces. Oh. Yes.Delete
I suppose it comes to us all ... she said, rubbing her creaking knees. We all get loaded onto a trailer eventually!ReplyDelete
Aw, what a lovely post! So sorry you had to sell her. xReplyDelete
I miss my car and I miss being able to drive... both of these were the saddest days so far...ReplyDelete
I have t relearn now. On an automatic.Delete
My best friend was a huge fan. Her last one had a customised wooden roof (detachable, of course) made by her master carpenter husband. She had a model of it on her coffin. I adored it almost as much and Caryl did.ReplyDelete
They inspire great affection...Delete
Love reminiscing about these cars. As a youngster, I ran two Honda N600s (not both at once, but there was a short overlap between them). Two work colleagues had 2CVs, although one was really a Dyane (not sure of the spelling). Both N600s & 2CVs had two cylinder air cooled 600cc engines. Wow, in spite of that, did they motor ☺ReplyDelete
I'm always amazed how many people had one..and they always regret parting with it. As I do.Delete
Oh no, I missed this while on holiday! Hope you are okay now. xReplyDelete
Beautiful car, I can see why you will miss it so. :)ReplyDelete
Oh no.....!! I can't bear it...ReplyDelete
Being a passenger for the first time and going around a sweeping right hander is terrifying, you think you'll be kissing tarmac at any moment! A laugh for the driver I'm sure. 😱😱ReplyDelete