So, undertook my first shiter collection of the weekend and what an ambitious one it was.
My steed was awaiting pickup from a leafy suburb south of That London, some 430 miles from my home near Glasgow.
After investigating the various transport options the tightarse in me was disgusted by rail and air prices. I identified a cheap fare on the overnight autobus, £12 leaving Glasgow at 22:15 on Friday. An unpleasant night loomed.
I was dropped off by my better half at the bus station early doors and I secured the last window seat, the seat next to me was taken by a rather odd fellow who used his outdoors voice indoors, but was harmless enough. I stuck my headphones on and dozed until the bus lurched off the motorways into London. A not too unpleasant journey in all honesty, I alighted at a chilly Victoria Coach Station at 5:20am.
Sensing I may be a bit early to head to the owner's gaff, I waited on Wetherspoons in Victoria Train Station to open and holed up there with a coffee and my breakfast for a couple of hours until it was time to catch the train to Orpington.
Apprehension was building. I made my way through and met the owner's son who was conducting the sale on behalf of his elderly father who was retiring from driving. Insurance and tax had been arranged and it was simply a case of driving away.
The car - a rather dusty Rover 416 GSI Automatic born in the foul year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety-three. 63k on the clock and MOT history was absolutely pristine save for a CV joint gaiter and a bit of sill welding some ten years ago. Looks to have covered very few miles in the intervening period.
First impressions - It's very dusty. The Heather Mills spec gearbag shifts well. I should have my string backed driving gloves.
Brimmed her and checked tyre pressures. Some miles later approaching the Dartford Tunnel on some disgusting behemoth of a highway the little Rover achieved Engine Warning Light. Became convinced the fucker was going to overheat despite temp gauge being below half and no discernible issue. Made a very nervous passage of the Dartford tunnel with my arse making buttons. I was envisaging a tow truck in my near future. I managed to make it to a service station where I opened the bonnet, no obvious dramas, all levels looked clean and fine and it hot started no bother with no EWL. Fuck knows, I let it cool down then nervously set off again.
Anyway, the rest of the journey went absolutely without incident surprisingly and the car drove well. Only few issues uncovered were;
- Needs a wheel balanced, vibration through wheel at about 60mph.
- No hot air through face vents - air through Windscreen vents and the wee door vents works fine, cools and heats with a turn of the dial...
- Steering wheel off centre, car drives perfectly straight though.
I got it home sometime after 6pm after three cans of Red Bull along the route and also two cold Sausage Rolls which I inhaled at service station north of Penrith.
Yesterday I gave it a much needed hoover and blast with the hose and the inside a quick scrub. I'm very happy with my purchase so far. Bits of rust here and there but it seems very solid. Interior is immaculate. I also shoved an £8 stereo in it from China, more out of curiosity to see how shit it is - it is quite dreadful and I think the original cassette deck will be reinstated.
Have some photographs and I'll stick up a wee list of jobs identified later on today;