I had a great day out indeed, although I was knackered by the close of play, as I had done an eight hour stint DJ'ing at my friend's 50th birthday party - this was always going to be a long night, but I hadn't taken into account the clocks went back - so in effect I had planned on finishing at two o'clock, but the bar kept open to take advantage of the extra hour's takings! So not only did I lose an hour's kip, I had a panicked last hour trying to work out what else to play as I'd used all my usual end of night tracks, so no stress there then. So I finally got to bed about four in the morning aching like a bugger as I'd been on my feet most of the night, not my usual routine at my age!
Anyhoo, I woke up about nine, and was on the road just before ten, arriving in Lancaster about midday, at the Sainsbury's in the town centre which has a pay and display car park - I foolishly decided to put an hour's ticket on as I was sure we'd be done in that time - not so! (luckily the traffic wardens did not do the rounds as we were still there a couple of hours later at a guess, but my luck was soon to run out!).
I wandered in to the cafe, established Eddy was still waiting for Sam, and ordered a veggie breakfast for the win - I was informed it would be twenty minutes which I reckoned was fine - it would have been if they hadn't given me the bloody meat version in error So another twenty minutes later, they brought out the correct meal, which I proceeded to chow down on, and very passable it was in the end.
As compensation for the delay, the manager offered me a refill of my large size Pepsi, which I duly helped myself to after Eddy and Sam had turned up and eaten their nosh - this bit is significant to the return journey as I will relate soon.
Eddy supplied some quite wondrous baked goods for us, and frankly makes him the best Shiter of Eva
We woolarded, mucked about as you do, exchanged paperworks and set off on our merry ways, with the warning that fuel refills were necessary and so on
In my complete lack of wisdom, I placed my free Pepsi, in very large container with plastic lid and straw, in a cup holder I brought in the Saab as Peugeot were crap in the mid nineties for that provision, and set off gingerly into the lancaster traffic, eager not to run out of juice until I found a petrol station, which i did fairly soon - so stuck thirty quid's worth of unleaded in, and proceeded to test the abilities of the car, which were many and pleasurable, until one bout of rapid acceleration and kick-down unleashed the full contents and holder of the soda all over the centre console, passenger seat and carpet BOLLOCKS!!
I sacrificed my fleecy lumberjack coat to mop up the worst of the spillage, but I was well miffed that I'd hardly had a drop of the wet stuff, and now there was a couple of hours worth of cleaning this environmental disaster up waiting for me some time in the next couple of days, bah!!
Next smoll inconvenience was the sludge the windscreen wipers blarted all over the windscreen when I tried to clean the windscreen several miles later, it seems the reservoir had run dry aside from the dregs, which completely obliterated the view, but that was fairly easy to pull over and I sacrificed a cloth bag for life cleaning it off, which turned out nice
Anyway, aside form this baptism of excess and then paucity of liquids in a ten mile or so stretch, I thoroughly enjoyed the big Pug's qualities, which contrasted with the Saab's sporty skittishness - it was heavy compared with the steering, sure-footed, less dramatic with the power delivery, and hardly a creak from the interior - the full leather is lovely, and the front centre armrest is just fantastic, truly a mid level execs wet dream The interior is spotless from my cursory inspection, aside from the mess I have caused, and now I really must restore it to that state, and I still need to ascertain if the CD changer works, and maybe fit an AUX in for my phone, or even Bluetooth it somehow as I like my premium tunes - total kudos to Sam for keeping it so spotless, this is a mighty fine car!
I am really sad to see the Saab go, but Our Lass doesn't like it, and has an irrational hatred of soft tops, so it had to go for something she could use when the Magentis needs work (not often but still, she works too far away for public transport etc), and the towbar means I have a vehicle for dragging my shed next year which actually has working aircon as well. The Saab is in it's element on journeys like yesterday, a hundred miles from Leeds to lancaster via the yorkshire Dales on twisties, such a shame the roof is stuck, and it really needs regular useage - I would have used it for work if it had any kind of load carrying capability, but it doesn't understandably, so onwards with a new owner I guess
I have to confess also I managed to tax the Pug online today, then realised I have paid for the whole of October - what an idiot I set up the direct debit monthly and missed the dates I was in such a rush, so if anyone has any ideas on how to change that I'm all ears, but resigned to the hit in reality
to sum up, I fully recommend the Eddy Ramrod sales/swappage experience, especially if you literally love eating all the pies