All the way back in Horse 579 , I remarked that my little red Ka was a girl. Yesterday she was in at the Ford mechanics so I drove my sister's Pulsar to work; this confirmed my suspicion that the Pulsar is most definately a boy.
The Pulsar sits up and does exactly what you tell it to, no questions asked. It points into and out of corners, accelerates upon request and never ever weaves or deviates. Perfectly sensible motoring... but for that noise.
At only 1.8L the Pulsar doesn't really need a bean tin for a muffler. You rather get the idea that the previous owner had dreams of being a hoon and that was it, there weren't any other mods, just the muffler; no real skill at all. The noises that come out the back are of those of a boistrous young yap, who when faced with real competition from anything remotely resembling a performance car is quickly put in it's place.
Perhaps the words of Shakespeare are appropriate:
A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot; full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
A little harsh? Rosalini does not pretend to be a performance car, but she drifts through traffic silently and quickly. The Silver Pulsar by virtue of being just a little bigger does lose a little bit of usefulness in heavy traffic. Very much a boy car: Noisy & Clumsy... but better put together than slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails - what was that person thinking?
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