Early November 2015 I spotted a car for sale up in Preston, UK. This reignited my passion for a car. That car is a 1964 Citroen 2cv AZAM.
Not unusually for a Frenchman, I’ve always been surrounded by 2cvs. I was raised in a tiny French village of a population of 80 for the first 14 years of my life. Back then, in the early eighties, my parents owned a 2cv Van which doubled as the village school bus. My mum would shove half a dozen of kids in the back, without seatbelts, for what felt like an adventure. With the bouncy suspension, any bump on the road became a rollercoaster with kids flying around the back and crying tears of joy to eventually make it to school in one piece.
Back in 2001, my mum bought me a red 2cv which I kept for two years in the south of France in Montpellier. This car was synonymous with freedom. I’d pack my fishing rod, a ham sandwich and a bottle of water, roll down the roof and storm down to my favourite fishing spot at raging speeds of nearly 50 miles per hour… if the wind was there to help.
But Montpellier wasn’t able to stop London from calling me back and after 2 years, in November 2003, I came back to the UK selling reluctantly my 2cv in the process.
It was a sad day.
Here we are, 12 years later and out of nowhere, the 2CV virus has reappeared in my system.
From the moment I spotted it and after consulting my lovely wife Chrystall, it didn’t take me long to buy the car. Call me impulsive but I don’t believe in coincidences, instead I believe everything happens for a reason.
After travelling up from London to Preston by train to inspect the vehicle thoroughly, checking for rust on the body or the chassis, checking the engine and all the paperwork and history linked to it, my mind was set and I sealed the deal.
A 255 miles journey on the back of a truck and Babette was finally delivered safely to our Dorset home on 19th November at 1pm.
Day one and 75955km on the counter, let’s see where Babette takes us!