I think it was after about 20 that I stopped counting, or even noticing, to be honest. Maybe 30. Especially when the weather is warm, the windows are down, and youâ€™re sat burbling away at a set of lights.
Having emigrated recently from an increasingly Broken Britain, we are gradually being assimilated into a welcoming Canadian lifestyle.
Like most owners of slightly unusual vehicles, I've got used to having my cars confused for other models by the terminally uninformed.
Time to go, more power is needed!
I was at the 2008 British Motor Show press day when Ford unveiled the Focus RS. It looked incredible up on its stage, finished in that garish bright green and I knew right there and then that I needed that car!
Firstly I know what you're thinking, "Why has he bought it in baby sick green?" It's what I hear quite a lot, but there's a bit of a reason behind my choice...
Having just written-off an 800cc Fiat Cinquecento (in an unsuccessful introduction to black ice), the arrival of my five-door Ford Fiesta encore heralded a new exotic chapter in my motoring career.
I acquired the Puma rather differently to how Iâ€™ve bought my cars in the past i.e. lots of researching particular models/specs etc. I was without a car and needed one quickly as I was starting a new jobâ€¦
Following my encounter with a dozy Focus driver on that sweltering July day I rang Birmingham VW to find out where they sent cars for approved body shop work. I should have known this would be far from cheap.