Auckland has traffic problems on an LA-like level, so for yesterday’s excursions, I decided to borrow my parents other Citroën (yes, we really are that hopeless) that’s a polar opposite to the sporty, highly-strung BX 16v that I posted the other day. It’s a shabby but much-loved BX19 TRI, with plush seats, a lethargic automatic transmission, and the softest suspension known to man. When you’re never getting much past 30 MPH anyway, a supremely comfortable car with no sense of urgency whatsoever is the perfect antidote to road rage.