Apart from the fact that my new car was not driven back from Stuttgart with my dear sister squirming Haribo's into the Connolly leather seats with her arse and screaming "YOU NAZI FUCKING BASTARDS WE'LL DO YOU NEXT TIME IN ALL YOU CUNTS" at a poor photocopier salesmen from Koln who was just trying to get home. Apart from that... We start on a fairly level playing field. Neither of us want some cunt in a cheap suit showing us what the buttons do. That is a puffs move and whilst me and jerrod may be called many things, a puff is not one of them. Not if you find your legs useful. We know how to use a steering wheel and some pedals, so off we go. I'll start shall I? Good. I noticed some little clear plastic strip sticking out from the inside of the windscreen, off of the door pillar. I assumed it was some factory tat that had been overlooked on the PDI so I tried to pull it off. But it was stuck. Turns out, it is to slide your parking ticket under. So the parking attendant doesn't have to squint to see it. I am sure jerrod will be here soon with some thing his new car has got, which mine has not. Just as soon as he has got a hang on the steering wheel - pedals interface.