Background
The Citroën 2CV is one of only a very few cars that can claim to have genuinely changed the world, bringing as it did mobility to people who would have previously relied on a horse, donkey or Shanks’s pony.
Born in 1936, it continued to be built, sold, and driven in essentially the same form for the next half-century – and even then, in the 20th century’s sunset years, it was legislation that finally killed it off rather than a lack of consumer demand.
Infinitely repairable and now served by a massive aftermarket parts and service network, it appeals equally to diehard enthusiasts, bearded hipsters, engineering aficionados and people who, for some reason, still feel the need to safely transport trays of eggs across recently ploughed fields.
These cars are as quintessentially Gallic as a waft of smoke from a Disque Bleu, cheese before dessert, unisex toilets, or an unscheduled transport workers’ strike.
And we love them for that.
The example we’re showing you today is really very good indeed.







