In August, we eat Sturgeon. Yes?

Tis a phrase that I hear gunmetal gray cars utter as they drive past.

(its pronouced oar-guuust, and stuuur-gen, just like Voitek at work does)

Just as you can imagine every (truely english) car in british racing green go "Humph!" in that lordly tone as they putter past.

And scooters (Of the vespian variety) zoom past in high pitched italian, the chinese copies (just like my previously owned black steed) go 'QQQquaaauuuurrrr' in passing.

Mercs wear black and white suits of various varieties of formality (tuxes for the cls, sports suits for the slk)

BMWs wear black leather bomber jackets just like the pilots that used to fly their planes in WWI.

Audis are all genteel older warriors, a touch of grey on the sides but still that killer bright spark in their blue eyes.

Alfas slick their oiled hair back and their gleaming dark eyes reveal mischief and amusement (Maybe i will get you home tonight? maybe not?)

Hondas say only one word, "Heyyyy!" In varying timbres across their range.

And Volkswagens? They're the 2nd son in every teutonic family. Princes, not kings and they know it. So as long as they make the people smile, they're happy enough.

So its always been with Germen Bob (yes folks thats the name of my volks).

Until 6 months ago.

I showed him my idea of the rims of my dreams.

hmmm.... I like those very much. said he...

but maybe not for me hmmm? too rich, expensive no?

and so we walked away.

3 days ago, we found them again, the same set of customs, surfacing one last and unlikely time.

An unlikely knock on the door this time.

"Master? I know it is not august, but may we try for the crown? Just once?"

So we did try, and the numbers did crunch, twas tight but doable...

Germen bob looked quietly pleased.

But just as we were about to seal the deal...

"Sir, let us pull out. I have decided no. The crown, it is too beautiful for me. Let another have it, our current gear will do fine."

So there we go.

Bye bye pretty shiny things.