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Or at least that's what my V5C says! The V11 (tax disc renewal reminder) arrived today because my car is nearing its first birthday. A quick scan told me that 12 months tax will cost me £170.00. That's good, and certianly less than my old smaller and much less powerful CLK 230K. But horror of horrors, I then saw those fatal words on the left: "Tax class: DIESEL CAR"!!!
How will I ever live this down? It's bad enough living next door to people with rattle buckets. Thankfully I didn't have a loaded pistol to hand or I may have had to blast out my newly addled brains at the painful idea that I actually OWNED a diesel car. Surely this can't be true.
I almost tore the V5C in half in my haste to confirm that that I hadn't really sunk to the lowest depths. Had I really been so overcome by the effects of a glass or two of Rioja Gran Reserva during the last 11 months that I hadn't spotted the black smoke in my rearview mirror, nor been aware of my ears being abused by the death watch beetle under the bonnet?
Nervously I read section 4 of the V5C: Vehicle details. But there it was: "Taxation class DIESEL CAR", and further down: "Type of fuel HEAVY OIL". 
With my hands shaking uncontrollably I eventually managed to open the yellow folder containing my vehicle approval document that was provided with the new car. Gott in Himmel - it's all in Kraut
. After slowly working my way through the Baumerkmale, Hauptabmessungen, Massen and LotsoffauderFritzsheisse, I found salvation. What a relief to see that my car's Kraftstoff was Benzine. PHEW. (Or does that mean it runs on cheese?)
But I still had to rush out and start the car for final confirmation. Such sweet music. What a joy to hear the dulcet tones of a petrol fuelled V6 emanating from under the bonnet. Bliss indeed
Now all I have to do for total peace of mind is get that V5C back to the DVLA with the necessary corrections.
How will I ever live this down? It's bad enough living next door to people with rattle buckets. Thankfully I didn't have a loaded pistol to hand or I may have had to blast out my newly addled brains at the painful idea that I actually OWNED a diesel car. Surely this can't be true.
I almost tore the V5C in half in my haste to confirm that that I hadn't really sunk to the lowest depths. Had I really been so overcome by the effects of a glass or two of Rioja Gran Reserva during the last 11 months that I hadn't spotted the black smoke in my rearview mirror, nor been aware of my ears being abused by the death watch beetle under the bonnet?
Nervously I read section 4 of the V5C: Vehicle details. But there it was: "Taxation class DIESEL CAR", and further down: "Type of fuel HEAVY OIL".
With my hands shaking uncontrollably I eventually managed to open the yellow folder containing my vehicle approval document that was provided with the new car. Gott in Himmel - it's all in Kraut
. After slowly working my way through the Baumerkmale, Hauptabmessungen, Massen and LotsoffauderFritzsheisse, I found salvation. What a relief to see that my car's Kraftstoff was Benzine. PHEW. (Or does that mean it runs on cheese?)But I still had to rush out and start the car for final confirmation. Such sweet music. What a joy to hear the dulcet tones of a petrol fuelled V6 emanating from under the bonnet. Bliss indeed
Now all I have to do for total peace of mind is get that V5C back to the DVLA with the necessary corrections.
