So, I've just returned from delivering a car to the deep south, and my wheels for the trip back were the part-exchange vehicle: 2001 A6 Avant quattro, 2.7t. Ours for the princely sum of £1800, as it has 140k miles on it. But no matter, it purred like a kitten, showed no obvious signs of burning oil nor other mechanical misbehaviour, and crucially, it went like stink. Naturally, throughout the journey my head was abuzz with thoughts of changing my car. I like power, I like quattro, and crucially, I like big cars. So, maybe, I out to get an A6. 2.7t (pretty much S4 engine). Probably not this one as 140k scares me (being as my '98 has 64k...) but if a slightly newer one came up..... And then it hit me. Why? What's the point? And then I kept finding reasons not to. Firstly, I already have a car I love and it owes me nothing. Secondly, I get about 35mpg, the computer told me the A6 was averaging 24... Thirdly, Why do I need to go that fast? I rarely do the 0-60 drag, my favourite acceleration increment of 80-110 is very illegal, so maybe I shouldn't be encouraging myself? And finally... what happens when I get bored? Is it really worth changing my car for something considerably faster when it's just going to be a fix until something else comes along? And when I get to drive fast cars every day at work as a matter of course? No. Sod it. I'm keeping the A4. And I'm going to make her better. Maybe a bit faster. Because I already love her. A bit like my girlfriend; Sometimes , a blokes eyes are drawn to the sultry girl in the club with the leather skirt and the huge tits, and you think, yeah, that might be fun. And then you could be on a journey to a whole world of regret. But with my girlfriend our love lies deeper than just lust, it's about how well we know each other. I know my car very well. Time I gave my car some love. I have dodged the thunderbolt of temptation. Now it's time to get back to business as usual. This post sponsored by late night alcohol.