Oh my god, I'm in love. I actually want to eat this car. I really think this is one of the most desirable Renault 4s - or cars generally for that matter - that I've ever seen, and I'm literally green with envy. Just look at it; what a beautiful thing it is. However, if I did own it, I don't think I could possibly drive it and risk putting marks on its body, I'd have to just place it in the middle of my lounge and admire it lovingly whilst having my dinner and watching the telly. In fact, I'd sit in it whilst having my breakfast. I'd sleep in it; wouldn't you? Am I mad? Even the number plate is faintly edible.
I want you all to use your imagination for a moment. Think about sucking a chocolate lime boiled sweet on the back seat of this car, followed by a glass of cold Crusha lime milkshake, whilst perched atop a Portuguese valley on a fresh spring morning surrounded by squirrels and kangaroos, having your hair shampooed with lime and kiwi gel by a girl in a catsuit (or, according to your persuasion, a boy in a.... I don't know.... a fireman's hat?). I hope you now get an idea of my desire. I want this car's babies.