The Renault 5 Turbo was a beast. Something about the French taking front engine, front drive hatchbacks and turning them into mid-engined monsters…c’est parfait.
The Renault 5 Turbo was a beast. Something about the French taking front engine, front drive hatchbacks and turning them into mid-engined monsters…c’est parfait.
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I posted this in another thread, but thought I'd add it here since the body shop just called to confirm it's a total loss.
25mph speed limit, 1p on Weds, my wife is street parked downtown and her XC90 was struck by a drunk in a BMW SUV. I can't tell from the pictures if it's a 3 or 5. Not pictured is the driver's side of my wife's Volvo, which was pushed up on to the curb and then back down as she dragged it forward into the next parking space.
Wife's car...
... and the drunk.
Seems like the BMW fared better than her Volvo. We've already been shopping and driving various electric cars to replace the Volvo.
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You never know, cars like the Renault5 were people movers—simple, amenable, cheap to buy, cheap to own, cheap to run. Cars like that can work their way into people’s hearts and make them feel nostalgic. Look at how simple, “Cars of the People” as James May would put it, become beloved decades after they go out of production, like the 2CV.
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Last edited by litlmn; Feb 19, 2024 at 03:20 PM.
Indeed. Finding a picture of one like mine it all came back. My thrill of buying a new car rather than one that was half worn out, the interior with its soft grey surfaces, the surprising zippiness of the 1.4 engine, the look of the red paint after I washed it. It was modern, and dare I say, chic. Off we went, me and my wife, touring around Britain, staying in country cottages. It was almost a rarity, amongst people I knew, owning a new car that just worked, reliably. Wonderful memories, and the little red car is part of them. Nothing fell off, nothing rattled, and it was happy to sit at the legal maximum on the motorway. If you wanted, you could dash around country lanes like a hare. And the alternative might have been a Vauxhall Chevette that started to rust from the day you bought it.
I can also be nostalgic about postal delivery vans -
but not in quite the same way.
Jeez sorry Wayne. Sending my best
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