Ten or so years ago, being a Citroen enthusiast since I was a kid, but never got around to owning one, I came across a Citroen farm in New Hampshire—about a hun

Ten or so years ago, being a Citroen enthusiast since I was a kid, but never got around to owning one, I came across a Citroen farm in New Hampshire—about a hundred miles from where I was at the time, in Massachusetts. He ended up convincing me to refrain from purchasing the D50 I had my eye on—it was selling for less than three grand at the time, not in mint condition, but with a weathered patina that suited its faded buttery canary yellow just right. The Northeast, he said, given its often extreme weather conditions in winter, uses too much salt to weather driving conditions. I had to be prepared to replacing its chassis in just a couple of years thenceforth, were I to expose it to Boston’s driving conditions. I wanted that little car to be my every-day commuter here in Boston, it would not have proven feasible to garage it over the winter, so I had to let it go. In retrospect, having driven in Boston all these years after the fact, not ending up that little car proved a prudentchoice. Cudos to the gentleman Citroen farmer for his sage advice.