To explain why I adore my Figaro, ‘Betty’, is like trying to explain the chemistry with a newfound partner, a parent’s love for a child, it’s impossible to express in words… she’s a part of me and I just do. Yes, she looks fantastic, exuding elegance and class, but it’s the indescribable feeling when I sit at her wheel, the privilege she is to drive, the honour she is to own, that makes her so very special.
My work embodies the ‘Life in the Fast Lane’ cliché, often taking me away for weeks on end, but when I return home and drive Betty, that fast lane slows to a leisurely pace. With every mile I drive, the stresses of my week fade, easing me into the pleasurable lifestyle I work so hard to attain.
Even though the Figaro was born in the 80s, its design feels like a 60s classic, with all the romance, the allure associated with that. And when I drive ‘Betty’ I too am taken to another time – I’m Audrey Hepburn in ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, I’m the model in a David Bailey photograph, I’m an actor in a Fellini film.
Betty is as valued a part of my life as a cherished pet or beloved friend. I treasure her uniqueness, her personality, and she always puts a smile on my face. She is more than just a car – she’s Betty.