On Thursday I drove the SD1 through OMGSTROMKAOS to that London for a bit of work and fun related stoppage over. The big old thing feels the wind a bit, but has pretty good aerodynamics and a big chinny spoiler and so forth, so doesn't get blown around like, say, the Dolomite does. The coolant level in the expansion tank has not gone down, and the coolant light hasn't come on again, so thus far the K Seal seems to be doing its bodgetastic best.
It was pleasant driving down Regent Street with the roof and windows open yesterday morning. Van drivers like the car. Lots of oi mates, what's that, and what year, and thumbs ups, and so forth. The car park dude at Middle Temple came over as I parked up, I thought to give me a bollocking for not displaying a parking sticker, but in fact to glom the car, and tell about his love of 827s.
Trip Advisor bit: Here is the car outside a pretty good and not stupidly priced hotel in Marylebone, called Durrant's. Old school, slightly faded small hotel that has not gone hipster-boutique (with corresponding price hike), and has a decent bar and restaurant, although we went out to get pissed with my nephew and his charming, clever and sensationally smoking girlfriend at a groovy fakey Austrian place called Fischer's on Marylebone High Street. Note to self: do not drink like thirty year old when out with thirty year old. I am supposed to be doing culcha and lunch and stuff today, but think that I may bail on hangover grounds.