CX, le mariage
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Description
At the Aulnay s/s Bois factory, the CX was assembled on the production line. Where the chassis and body meet is called the marriage. This moment is captured in this miniature complete with some line accessories and production staff. The model is the first 3D-printed one with so many details that we've made.
Thanks to Garage143 for the donor drawings, which were the basis for this development.
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It is the third Thursday of September 1976 somewhere in the morning. I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm still sitting quietly on the roll and still thinking: nothing can happen to me. Slowly this roll disappears into a large scissors. Cut, cut, cut, and there I am. Completely open and exposed in a large unknown space. I am pushed on and then get mercilessly hit on the head. Many tonnages are on the side of the machine I see later. I still have a headache about it. But the abuse is not over yet, I am tickled with electricity from all sides and not just a little. I just let it pass me by. Then suddenly it becomes quiet. I quickly close my eyes because I disappear into a deep bath and then another. Finally a nice warm breeze on my fresh skin. What now and what does that stink? Before I know it, I'm wearing a dirty matte gray coat. When does someone ask me what I actually want? Then I only get all kinds of ointments in my pores here and there. Bah how stink all that. As if I were in a fair, I fly around and keep coming to new places. Suddenly I'm shiny red, according to that gentleman next to me some AC color code, boo! Then a tropical pampering with lots of light, it can't be better. Or at least I do, I can already see the end of the tunnel. Now all kinds of people and machines hang on to me. Threads, fabrics, plastic, leather, and more.
Hey, what's that supposed to do. I am hung like poultry and a piece of metal with a motor appears under me. yes you don't think I ..... Oh, so I did. Apparently I have nothing to say here. Before I know it, I'm on four new black shoes. They are still a bit tight actually, no yes: that can also be added. A battery, oil, grease, what am I supposed to do with all that stuff. Yes of course I also throw in that stinky mess at the back. My windows are nicely cleaned and my red coat is even waxed. Hey, stay off that key, do you know what that means? Who would have thought: I can ride several horses at the same time and my shoes turn much faster than all those people around me. Together we go outside. After 2 kilometers the fun is over. I am now outside among all kinds of peers. I even see a few with the same color as me. Cool. After a few days I go on transport. I can drive myself, I suggest, but big brother takes me on his back and so we go through Provence. After a few hours we stop somewhere at a white building. Concessionaire Automobiles Citroën is on the façade. I am taken off the back and have to wait outside again. Yippee I can go in. Again a few people are squabbling at me under the hood. Then I go to the showroom. Now everyone can see who I am. On my rearview mirror hangs a large map with numbers and letters. Several people pass by. One day a big gentleman comes by with a lot of money. After some bickering in an office, my card goes off the mirror. And what about all those other people? I appear to be sold like a slave.
A few days later, someone drills 2 holes in my ass and in my chin and screws a piece of allumnium against it. It turns out that I always have to show this to everyone. I also regularly get my picture taken. My owner appears to have a fan club that regularly sends him such a photo. How nice, although my beautiful red color does not come into its own in the photos. What amateurs. And so we have been hopping through the whole country for many years now.
Thus recorded by a CX 2000 from Aulnay sous-Bois.
Thanks to Garage143 for the donor drawings, which were the basis for this development.
Coming soon
It is the third Thursday of September 1976 somewhere in the morning. I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm still sitting quietly on the roll and still thinking: nothing can happen to me. Slowly this roll disappears into a large scissors. Cut, cut, cut, and there I am. Completely open and exposed in a large unknown space. I am pushed on and then get mercilessly hit on the head. Many tonnages are on the side of the machine I see later. I still have a headache about it. But the abuse is not over yet, I am tickled with electricity from all sides and not just a little. I just let it pass me by. Then suddenly it becomes quiet. I quickly close my eyes because I disappear into a deep bath and then another. Finally a nice warm breeze on my fresh skin. What now and what does that stink? Before I know it, I'm wearing a dirty matte gray coat. When does someone ask me what I actually want? Then I only get all kinds of ointments in my pores here and there. Bah how stink all that. As if I were in a fair, I fly around and keep coming to new places. Suddenly I'm shiny red, according to that gentleman next to me some AC color code, boo! Then a tropical pampering with lots of light, it can't be better. Or at least I do, I can already see the end of the tunnel. Now all kinds of people and machines hang on to me. Threads, fabrics, plastic, leather, and more.
Hey, what's that supposed to do. I am hung like poultry and a piece of metal with a motor appears under me. yes you don't think I ..... Oh, so I did. Apparently I have nothing to say here. Before I know it, I'm on four new black shoes. They are still a bit tight actually, no yes: that can also be added. A battery, oil, grease, what am I supposed to do with all that stuff. Yes of course I also throw in that stinky mess at the back. My windows are nicely cleaned and my red coat is even waxed. Hey, stay off that key, do you know what that means? Who would have thought: I can ride several horses at the same time and my shoes turn much faster than all those people around me. Together we go outside. After 2 kilometers the fun is over. I am now outside among all kinds of peers. I even see a few with the same color as me. Cool. After a few days I go on transport. I can drive myself, I suggest, but big brother takes me on his back and so we go through Provence. After a few hours we stop somewhere at a white building. Concessionaire Automobiles Citroën is on the façade. I am taken off the back and have to wait outside again. Yippee I can go in. Again a few people are squabbling at me under the hood. Then I go to the showroom. Now everyone can see who I am. On my rearview mirror hangs a large map with numbers and letters. Several people pass by. One day a big gentleman comes by with a lot of money. After some bickering in an office, my card goes off the mirror. And what about all those other people? I appear to be sold like a slave.
A few days later, someone drills 2 holes in my ass and in my chin and screws a piece of allumnium against it. It turns out that I always have to show this to everyone. I also regularly get my picture taken. My owner appears to have a fan club that regularly sends him such a photo. How nice, although my beautiful red color does not come into its own in the photos. What amateurs. And so we have been hopping through the whole country for many years now.
Thus recorded by a CX 2000 from Aulnay sous-Bois.
