Friday 13th of April 2018
Living in the Czech Republic you either proudly drive a Skoda, or you drive something else, sheepishly.
Unless you’ve got a Porsche 911 or something. Drive a flash foreign car here and you will be afforded your due status on the roads, because you’ll be considered to either be a super important dignitary or a super successful business person. Or a gangster. And here, they can often be one and the same!
I drove a Getz.
I was particular in the Yeti that I wanted:
One previous owner, with full service history and low miles, err, kilometres!
Previously owned by a non smoker (I had given up the week before and could smell a stale fag a mile, err, kilometre away).
Not the face-lift model; it looks like an Octavia from the front. Boring (no offence to my friends over at the Yeti Owners Club).
Silver or black or blue. Definitely not that ugly brown; it’s for old men and colour blind people (no offence to my friends over at the Yeti Owners Club).
I viewed two and decided against them (one nearly matched my criteria but was in that old man brown) (no offence to my… oh for God’s sake).
Then I spotted the online ad from a Skoda dealer. Roughly two hours of checking the car and its documents, this included a test drive.
Yes! This was the one for me.
Now it was time to pay
The dealership prepared the car for me and a couple of days later I took ownership of my first ever Skoda
And not just any Skoda, as I would soon discover!
I sold the Getz not long after. Some young punk was looking for a jalopy to strip then race across the fields in. Farewell, old girl.
I didn’t know it at the time, but purchasing this Yeti would reignite my passion for driving!
Do you have any stories about your Yeti? Send it across and I’ll publish it on the site. A picture or two of your car will be nice as well (scrub out your registration number or I can do it for you before publishing).
Would you care to share and help me grow my site?