Yeah, you read it correctly but I'd sooner drink the humour from my own eyeballs than drive the guts of 500 miles in a 1 litre Micra unless it were a K10.
No, I'll stick with the modern for the daily duties. Less hassle and has controls on the steering wheel for that Playstation effect when I can't be arsed using its pedals. In fact there's something strangely enjoyable about bringing a 990Kg car to a halt with a flick of my left thumb!
I might just up the efforts to get the Cord out of Venezuela for my mini fix, but as our respective local authorities haven't succeeded in finding any form of surface transport for my next trip out there, the exchange has had to be put on hold along with everything else.

Rich, you're in the property game, don't suppose you fancy a concrete hut in the back of beyond, South American style? It comes with its own wildlife and is only 80 yards from the nearest water supply. It's not cheap though, I gave the equivalent of £32 for the place and I'd want to recover every penny of that!

(Oh, and foreign nationals aren't allowed to be out unchaperoned between 9pm and 6am, the local plod will confiscate and destroy any device they find that's capable of taking photographs, sh*te beer costs only 11p per bottle but it tends to make you blind eventually and my local equivalent lost an arm to a chainsaw when a student's family decided that he'd handled their complaint against the college in a less than effective way).
See what I'm missing!
