My parents owned two Citroens when I was growing up, back in the sixties. On the plus side they could handle the hills here in Western Pennsylvania as now American car could in those days. On the minus side, they broke down at the drop of a hat, and were a real pain to get fixed. I think our Citroens are one of the reasons I grew up to be a good walker.

The garage Mom took them to was presided over by a mechanic called El Video. I never met him, but I love the name. Of course Mom might have misheard it.