Test drive by Renault Clio 5 doors 2001 - 2006 hatchback

Without raisins

Boredom a terrible thing. Okay, there is also a Russian spleen with a raid of philosophy. Or English splin, sounding like the music of Radiohead. But Sku-u-U-Uka ... Renault Clio Symbol has everything in place, everything is in order. But, my God, how bored with her! She, like a decent wife after 10 years of marriage. Neither a hint of flirting, nor thought about the adultery. And the husband, who scored a solid abdomen on her amazing pies, is already looking at the young.
KEY
The good hostess has all solutions to genius. So much so that when the key to Renault was in my hands, I thought: we survived, the immobilizer is no longer in fashion, we will unlock the doors in the old fashioned way. But I got excited. The cherished button was still found. Only no conventions like an open or closed barn castle were on it. And in general, as something that you can press, the key does not look. As a person who has found the blue panels of Norton in infancy, I got used to a convenient and understandable interface. Even on the keys. It's not difficult, huh?
 
Adjustments
In this world of unified size, I got used to some independence. For example, with the help of scissors, almost any girl is able to break through an additional hole even on the thickest leather belt. I'm not even talking about dozens of over -sewing straps from swimsuits and rearranged buttons. But in the car, well, do not manage myself. Do not put, after all, a pillow on a chair? In Renault, I quite successfully adjusted the seat, but the steering wheel was not given to me. No matter how comfortable to back and feet, the steering wheel was still infinitely far from me. And this is despite the fact that he has his own height adjustment. But I pleased the seat belt. Usually he digs into my neck, tightly squeezes the trachea and strangles, strangles. And only in Renault I sighed in full chest. And all thanks to the adjustment of the belt in height.
Drive
I do not get tired of repeating: the automatic box is a great thing. Did its inventor give the Nobel Prize? What happiness, a short clock in the Moscow traffic jam, do not tear a frantically lever of the gears, not train caviar, squeezing the clutch, and it is relaxed to listen to the autoradio and be touched that the street you are standing did not fall into the list of movement is difficult. And then break out of the captivity of other cars and fly a hundred meters to the nearest traffic light. UV, it is even surprising that ardent Frenchmen make such excellent brakes. And even more so shocking how this fat -haired housewife runs so briskly. And smoothly, very gently overcomes countless sewer hatches, potholes and tram tracks.
TRUNK
I rented my apartment because of the kitchen. I rarely cook, but the kitchen was so large that I could not resist. So the trunk just fascinated me. It is completely incomprehensible why I have so much space, and yet ... The contents under the tie of a loaded trolley from a supermarket absorbed this trunk and did not notice. It seems that three more such would have entered there. It is possible that a stroller for twins would fit there. And a set of diapers for a week. And at the same time a full -fledged rear seat. Not a point for attaching a children's armchair and not a kutsey place in which an adult does not know where to place his legs. That's just the rear window opens only to half. So that, probably, a particularly active child, poorly fixed in his chair, does not fall out of the car.
Signals
My worst memory of the school is a disgustingly piking Chinese alarm clock. This nation knows a lot about torture. And so, imagine all the horror: the signals of this car from the turn signals to the uncovered doors exactly reproduce the sounds of my school tormentor. With a reminder that the headlights are not turned off, you can still put up. If the sound was not so nasty and obsessive, who would pay attention to it, then the turn signal could tag and more pomorous.
Little things
Somehow at the gas station they put me before the fact: yes you have no fuel tank caps! I felt like a perfect fool, and I was immediately offered to buy a lid. For a fifty dollars. I believe that this is a touching business of gas stations. I know for sure that I always twist the lid and never leave the gas station with a hose in the tank. To prevent such excesses, Renault has a magical remedy. The tank opens with a ignition key and hung on a special hook. And without a key, you won’t leave the dressing.
True, not everything in Clio is so thoughtful. Here, say, a cassette radio. Nowadays, a combination of an automatic box and a cassette player is equivalent to a plasma TV without a remote control. Agree, this is absurd.
Well, the smell of burning when turning on the stove and fan. I immediately felt like in my nine nine.
APPEARANCE
And in general, the feeling of something native and to the pain of a friend’s pain did not leave me. And the point is definitely not in the ten years of in -depth study of French. Maybe this feeling arose from the fact that in the heavy priest of this housewife there is something from dozens? The gray salon is not diluted with a single bright button, like the walls in school corridors? The rear stand is not for a person, but a person for the back rack? And this is with an excellent ride, thought out inner space. When looking at Clio, I really want to give advice, quoting a female glossy magazine. You have so many advantages, do not give up, change, strive for perfection. Buy a short skirt, make a new hairstyle, learn a foreign language. Be daring, cheerful, self -confident. Find a highlight in yourself. After all, men love their eyes. I will add from myself that women are crazy about beautiful things. And they will prefer a beautiful thing convenient. It is worth thinking about it.
 
Text Olga Islamkina
Photo by Leonid Grandfather
The style of Svetlana Piryazeva
Young model Mirol
 
 



 

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