I’ve never been into cars in any great way - to me the only thing that matters is that they can get me from A to B.
Of course, over the years, I’ve learned that they need a bit of TLC to keep them on the road.
In the past my neglect has seen me run out of petrol, oil and tread on my tyres ... and we’ll gloss over the occasion when my brake discs were so worn I had to use my handbrake to slow down.
However, with my own car off the road for the past few weeks after someone bumped it while I was parked near the railway station (thankfully they were honest enough to let the police know about it), I’ve grown to appreciate their attributes a bit more.
Or, to be more accurate, I’ve grown to appreciate their gadgets a bit more.
The first hire car I had boasted a heated steering wheel.
I can’t say it was any great benefit but I made full use of it while I could.
The next one was something else altogether with folding wing mirrors, a built-in hands-free kit for phones and climate control.
Just a pity that the cruise control button was hidden behind the steering wheel ... and I didn’t find it until I returned to the garage AFTER my 400-mile trip down south.