Upon being told that she wanted to go down the SUV route, I had no hesitancy in recommending the – then – new Peugeot 3008. Such was the case three or so years ago when the sister-in-law decided she wanted to trade in her venerable Alfa Romeo Giulietta, but had no clue what she wanted to replace it with. When it happens that the end result is entirely successful and satisfactory, all is good but in the event the car turns out to be a dog for any given reason, it is ironic your head is the one on the block and not the duffer who sold it to them or even the damnable people who made it. Selling it to him in order for him to buy one for his wife is an even more perilous exercise. Selling a car to your brother – or in my case, selling the idea of a car – is a process filled with potential disaster.
