Today I feel tough. And manly. And have no insecurities on the basis that I drive an Excel – not that I ever feel particularly insecure on those points… it is after all, a purple Excel.
But Excels are for tough people. Bikies even. When they’re not riding their Harleys and bashing each other to death in airports.
And Excels are bulletproof (almost) and will keep you alive in the face of gunfire. Apparently. So there.
