Buying a car, is for most of us a series of compromises, more so when you’re buying used and have set yourself a budget.
Why then*, do ALL the motor car vendors bastardise their bastarding webbie science to make the experience as soul destroyingly painful as their bastard marketing bosses can dream of. I mean, what is the point of having 55 gazzilion selection criteria if, when I press the search button, the first car you present for my perusal fails to meet 54 gazillion of the things I’ve chosen. And then inject another of YOUR choices every five and a half further options.
*Yess, it is a rhetorical question. I know that ht e answer is that they are all bastarding bastards with no recorded fathers on their birth certificates. Well, apart from those that weren’t born; they’re just bastarding bastards.