Now that the delivery date of my recently ordered Citroën C4 Cactus is getting really close, something else has happened to me. I am transforming. What happened?
Growing up, my dad was a big fan of the aforementioned brand. I was taken on family vacations (to France, obviously) in GS’s, GSA’s, and later in XM’s. At the time of the third XM I was of legal driving age, allowing me to drive this beast from the Netherlands to the south of France with my dad falling asleep next to me. An experience I will never forget.
In France, I admired the Renaults, Peugeots and Citroëns in all their colors and trims. And I guess this is where it first started to happen. I was infected by the french car virus.
For years and years I ignored it, convincing myself that the rumours about the quality and reliability of french cars were true, and I drove almost anything that I could find that was nog french. Just a little while before my decision to grab a Cactus, I started, for the first time, to look for a french second hand vehicle to my liking. The Peugeot 407 break popped up, as well as the Citroën C5 break. Both plenty available on the second hand market at very agreeable prices. I don’t mind age and lots of experience for a well built car, so I looked at ten year old ones.
So, using a lot of words, I will now openly and unafraid, declare myself a fan of french cars. There, I said it.