Owning this car was a surreal experience indeed. Admittedly it was a reasonably high-mileage car at purchase, but the number of strange and inexplicable electrical quirks defied belief.
As I've listed above, before its final spectacular demise in March 1999, it was privy to more strange occurrences than the Marie Celeste.
On the plus side, it wasn't the slowest car I've driven and it got my entire band plus amps and drum kit in it without breaking too many laws (I hope).
As seems to be the fashion with French cars, it seemed to float a couple of inches above the road rather than actually on it; there was virtually no feedback from the road at all and the suspension was morbidly soft.
After two years of merciless caning and virtually no servicing, my poor French friend finally died in an explosion of steam and smoke in a morning school-run traffic jam. A call out mechanic came and stared at the tattered hoses under the bonnet and couldn't seem to figure out what on earth had happened.
I was due to part-exchange it at a garage that morning; needless to say I kept the appointment, got a friend to tow me to the dealer's car park and made a hasty retreat in a much newer and more Japanese replacement...