Good riddance to bad rubbish

Sailing types say that when you buy your first serious boat, it’s the happiest day of your life. Then comes an even happier day when you sell it. For a couple of years I lived aboard a 35ft ketch in Brighton Marina, and there was indeed toasting in champagne on both the buying and the selling days.

That’s also how it worked with my Dodge campervan, albeit on a smaller scale. It always drove clumsily, and would never take off smoothly, despite weighing 8500lbs and having a six-litre V8 with an automatic transmission. The van also sometimes just didn’t work, for no rational reason. Copious fuel