When we bought our car last December, Con the salesman confessed that “Subaru’s sell themseles”. Supposedly, the reputation of their cars is so great, that many folks buy their first, and then only buy Subaru’s again. Today I took my car in for a service, and when I got a call late morning, I assumed it was about my current vehicle. No, not at all. THE KEENEST YOUNG SALESMAN IN FISHERMAN’S BEND wanted to tell me all about their latest models and deals and when I told him I’d owned my current car (bought at the same workshop) for less than 12 months, he reluctantly asked if he could leave a brochure inside the car for me. Their workshop is something else – a squeaky clean, American-service-model-inspired facility where shuttle buses arrive every 45 minutes to take you to the city and back; where you get a brewed expresso coffee whilst you wait, and where they know your name before they even meet you. No wonder I keep going back there. As for mister Salesman, unless he can find a Subaru that’s cheaper than mine, with seats that don’t make my middle back ache after a couple of hours, there’ll be no deal.