Description
If you wear a moustache, blue suits, and you like things done in order and with discipline, you certainly have a knack for certain trades. But if you don’t like napping beside the main road after the aperitif, with binoculars set crooked on a wobbly rock in the hope of a long‑anticipated bonus to finally swap the chandelier for which your partner-in-crime has been nagging you for at least eight months, thanks to this new version found on a Chinese site “but who looks so elegant at Bertier’s!”, you can opt for a middle ground with this magnificent R60 Series 6, as new as the day when De Funès made the aforementioned job more amusing. Can you read that sentence in one go? you’re not even a tenth of the endurance of this brave Behemoth. For fifty years she’s run like clockwork, starts in all weathers, and yet remains as lively and modern as a joke about the constabulary. She’ll still run after your last crown has unthreaded on a pothole, and that’s not for the near future given how soft her suspension is. She’ll purr again after your last hair has fallen out, and that’s not soon because she enjoys pootling along gently on country roads, delivering more sensation at 80 than any electronically injected go‑fast gadget where you have to hit 400 to see your adrenaline rise higher than the Livret A rate. She’ll carry you still after your last tear of happiness has gone, leaving your face drier than a Pringles tin in a sandstorm, but fixed in a blissful, peaceful smile. It’s new but already full of stories and History. Its carefully kept service book since 1982 can attest to that; its total refit in 2024, its up‑to‑date papers and a clean MOT too. Promise, even if you don’t yet have a moustache, you’ll be able to drive it—the thing will grow on you once you turn the handle; it’s the smile underneath that counts, anyway. And that, it will always give you.
