Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!

Although it's been said many times, many ways (probably), I am not a petrolhead; yes, I like nice cars and yes, I have owned some nice vehicles over the years but I don't get off on them. And I certainly don't talk the blokey language that often comes with the territory.

Hence, when I saw my first Figaro I didn't even know what it was. It looked like some kind of kit car assembled in a factory somewhere east of Berlin. However, it was pink, so probably not East German. Then, a couple of weeks later, I saw one in brown. And that's when my interest was piqued: I asked on Twitter what the hell they were. The response was very non-blokey (i.e in a language I could understand*) and, with a bit more digging, I got a handle on what these unorthodox convertibles were all about.

A car made by Nissan c.1994/5 and in such small numbers (about a thousand found their way to the UK - and all in pastel colours) that I can't believe I've spotted three (that's right, I clocked another one this evening parked outside Aldi) in as many months (and all within a 10 mile radius of where I live). It also appears they are very collectable. 

I also found this somewhat random film on YouTube. Sorry, it is presented by a motoring journalist. But his wife isn't. Yes, she's gobby and yes, she's forthright, but her take on why she loves her Nissan Figaro is really quite sweet. If in a gobby and forthright way**.(She comes in at 0:47). Anyway, I just thought I'd share these funny little cars I keep seeing with you. Normal service will be resumed, I promise.

* Except the word chod.

** She's also desperate for you not to know how old she is.