I'm Martin, living in Aarhus, Denmark with my 1999 Xantia 1.8i 16V Break. There's also a missus somewhere, but she tends to not care about motors, so you'll not see much of her. In short, a house full of primadonnas and then little old me
I've been a Citroën fan for pretty much most of my life - partly because my father took part in establishing a Citroën club here in Jylland back in the seventies. He only ever owned two cars - both DS'es. I followed suit by acquiring an old and battered CX Athena sometime around 1994. Athenas clearly aren't designed for the danish climate (sunroof, anyone?) so its demise came rather quickly. The Athena was followed by a CX 22TRS (no sunroof this time) which held up until sometime 2006 at which point it failed MoT. Having been divorced in 2005, no funds for cars were available, so transportation has been - well, low cost... I've worked my way through bicycles, mopeds, a motorcycle (I'll highly recommend anyone to go get one of these - they're absolutely epic fun) and recently, another Citroën.
An old, battered and almost scrap-ready Xantia Break. At least, that was what the previous owner thought - chomping at the bit to get her hands on a shiny, new, bloody expensive, boring, focusgroup-devised, middle-of-the-road-designed normality-'thing' of recent construction. One of the bland creations of PSA as it is today.
The Xantia had been sitting in the yard of our local CX-club mechanic for quite some time along with an old tractor and 'som other stuff'. I bought it, unseen, one dark night over the phone. Picked it up the next dark, rainy night and took it straight home - not even a test drive. Completely unfamiliar with anything Xantia, I didn't even manage to locate the radio (retrofit - the one with a lid in front of the actual radio. I never knew...).
Love at first sight. I mean - I went home exactly the same way the missus had driven me, but somehow it wasn't the same road. Another kind of blacktop had emerged out of thin air...
And so, my work has begun. As with all Citroëns, this one is something of a primadonna. A will of her own, rarely any logic, yet indispensable. And of course she's costing me a fortune.
Oh well.
