What's wrong with a Combi, anyway??

There are so, so many things about which I would like to be an expert. I have shelves full of books on astronomy, politics, evolution, history, biographies…. I’m hungry to be full of the knowledge that they contain. And at the end of each day I think to myself ‘fabulous, that’s another day down. Didn’t learn anything of any consequence today’. I just don’t have the time to do everything that I want.
But, lo and behold, it seems that I do have the time to be an expert on something. I now am the proud owner of all the information that I could ever hope to possess on - wait for it- cars. Well, used people movers to be exact. A large amount of my scarce mental energy is currently being allocated to the discussion of fuel capacity, compression ratios and how many km’s a year a car should have done. (You don’t want anymore that 25,000 a year, in case you’re interested. Maximum. In fact, use any more than 20,0000km as a negotiation tool).
I have visited car yards (one car yard, actually, and the man was a bit of an arrogant sod. Yes, Stuart at Motors, that mean you, mate), I have rung car yards and I have scoured the classifieds. You may think that all this Car Carry-On would be mens’ work, but apparently not. He will swoop in for the final negotiation and enjoy the glory of bringing home the Great Silver Steed, but I’m the one doing all the leg work.
Something about him working long hours and me being at home near a phone and with time that is my own or something along those lines……made complete sense so I stopped listening.
Just kidding, love you honey :)