A wet grey day probably wasn’t the best time to drive a Twizy. More revered journalists than me have said this one-seater is all the car you need. Looking at it, I thought it would be perfect for delivering pizza. But it wouldn’t work for my biggest need: delivering my husband to the train in the morning, because there’s only one seat.
The pizza joint would have to be in Palm Springs. The side screens that zip on top of the mosquito wing doors remind me of the wet-weather kit for a classic motorcycle sidecar. They don’t fit. And there’s no heater.
I was heading from the test day to Tetbury three miles away. By halfway I was freezing cold and my feet were getting dripped on. I suddenly realized, too, that it would be quite embarrassing driving this thing around. It’s kind of funny looking.
So I turned it round before I got to the town and hot-footed it back. Even if I had a way of plugging it in at my garage- and drive-deprived home, I don’t want one.
The pizza joint would have to be in Palm Springs. The side screens that zip on top of the mosquito wing doors remind me of the wet-weather kit for a classic motorcycle sidecar. They don’t fit. And there’s no heater.
I was heading from the test day to Tetbury three miles away. By halfway I was freezing cold and my feet were getting dripped on. I suddenly realized, too, that it would be quite embarrassing driving this thing around. It’s kind of funny looking.
So I turned it round before I got to the town and hot-footed it back. Even if I had a way of plugging it in at my garage- and drive-deprived home, I don’t want one.
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