RIP lil'Sirion, a truly noble steed that did sterling work taking us to a mystery lane in the general vicinity of Rugby to buy that Alfa 156.
Happy days. I remember it performed amazingly well on the journey south, then I realised why on the way back when the almighty Storm Doris-induced headwind left me no chance of keeping up with the awesome power of a 2.4JTD.
It was a proud, valiant little car, the Sirion. Despite having led a life of abuse and neglect before I bought it, it never let me down, provided me with three and a half years of near faultlessly reliable service and took me all over the country without complaint (from the car at least). If I'd had somewhere to store it I'd have kept it while I stockpiled parts and welded it up but real life ruined that dream.
Sadly it was killed by its maker: not only did they build it from steel even the Alfasud quality control people would have rejected, they then priced all the parts way beyond the bounds of sanity. This was OK when there was a decent supply of reasonably priced parts elsewhere, but this had dried up in the time I owned the car, especially once the Daihatsu parts specialists started closing down.
At least I know its good bits will go on to keep other Daihatsus alive.