Here we go then. A tale of ridiculous stupidity. Times two.
I started yesterday by driving the Subaru Impreza from home to Peterborough - a quick 195 miles with impressively little traffic. The Impreza is at the back of this lot.
I helped shift some cars, which meant driving the Mk1 Mondeo saloon - an auto with beige interior. I failed to get any photos. I also got to drive a Merc 190E 2.6, which was pleasant. I enjoyed the wiper.
Then it was time to start the caper proper, which meant a train.
I made a terrible error.
I had train envy.
I reached Alfreton to collect a car from Mrbollox, but I was quite a lot early. Bub to the rescue!
Hilarity was had. I managed not to die.
Mr B was met and he introduced me to his charming Rover. It was covered in dust and cobwebs and full of his stuff. 0/10 for presentation. In fact, some of his stuff is still in it. I dashed off to grab fuel, as the night was young.
I also decided to check the tyre pressures, as I thought the fronts look low. I'm a shit judge of tyre pressures. They were fine. However, the rears were both low! For extra LOLs, the offside rear valve didn't reseat properly and went flat while I was doing the other side. Oh how I laughed.
The plan now was to head to Birmingham, jump on a train and collect car number two. Trains are shit though, and wouldn't get me to the car until 11pm. Gee, that's useful! So I drove instead.
Yes, a 1999 Daewoo Matiz SE, first sold to, er, me! The only car I've been stupid enough to buy new. It was a lot cheaper 19 years on.
That meant another one of these. I'd day-insured the Matiz, which I'm leaving with a friend in Brum, so I abandoned the Rover temporarily and set off - complete with a blowing, rattly exhaust, a shafted CV joint, a coolant leak and a humming wheel bearing. She's going to need some love. However, it was bloody great to drive it again. I'd forgotten just how much I love them. It makes the Nippa feel entirely half-arsed.
Not that everything was going to plan...
This morning, the Nippa was abandoned at my friend's house and I went all public transport again. I didn't catch or get run over by this tram.
The Rover was still where I'd left it in Hinckley, so I took it for a wash. Then, I had a business meeting in Stratford, so I drove over there. There was only one place to stop for lunch. Garden centre!
On the way over, the brake warning light had been flashing occasionally. It didn't change with pedal pressure, which led me to suspect a low brake fluid level. However, I couldn't open the bonnet, so I announced how shit I was to the world and went for lunch.
Afterwards, I discovered that you push the safety catch to the side, not towards you... The level was indeed low.
The meeting overran quite dramatically, so I didn't even start driving back home until 1840hrs. By 7pm, I'd stopped for food and felt exhausted. Food perked me up a bit and I got my foot down. Which meant...
Actually, it had delivered 30mpg, so no complaints there. However, 223 miles had taken it down to quarter of a tank! Needs moar capacity. It was wonderful for just eating up the miles though. It's a three hour schlep home, and it wasn't a hardship at all. The ride is good, the gearbox is super-smooth, the handling reassuring. It's exactly what I want - a bit of luxury that isn't the size of a house. It fits Welsh roads.
Eventually, home was achieved. I've clocked up over 250 miles in the Rover in a crazy two day spell that included driving four other vehicles. I would relax, but I've got to drive 170 miles in the Invacar tomorrow...
Anyway, thanks Mr Boll! I love it. As I suspected I would when you first bought it. Cheers for fixing stuff along the way!