Like most of my car acquisitions, this one all started when my "friend" sent me a link along with the tag line "this wins". It was through this method that I have ended up with a Montego in the past......a car whose welcoming blue velour interior and harsh but robust lines I miss to this day.
Anyway. I had actually wanted a 505 wagon (or family estate if you want to get all proper about it) for quite some time. But had rather given up on owning one due to their rarity - having all fallen to either the scrappage scheme (stupid cockwomble asshat government) or the promise of $4000 in your bank account courtesy of a Gambian Prince upon receipt of your 505 at Banjul harbour. This one however, had escaped and was now advertised for stupid money on Crap & Classic. The price was too high but as it was only 20 minutes from home and such a rare beast I figured "screw it, I can just take a look". As you all are probably all too aware, this was the fateful mistake!
What greeted me on arrival was an extremely cosmetically shabby (moss on the outside, straw and hay on the inside) but generally not too rot stricken base model (GR) 2 litre petrol 505 family estate. The guy had had it for over 10 years, and at 105k on the clock it was barely run in. He was not a mechanical chap, but had serviced it religiously each year - just a pity he never cleaned it! He also had ALL the paperwork, including the original options tick list, radio code, key code (for spares to be cut....I nearly fainted, I thought they only existed in legend), all the books and brochures and a mound of service history.It hadn't been used in the past 2 years, only to go to and from the MOT station, and had been in the barn to be used as sheep storage - hence the straw. Needless to say, I was hooked!
A deal was struck for just over half what he was asking - he was asking too much, mainly to put off "the Polish, Africans and travellers" (his words not mine) - and then I was off, with a completely bemused Mrs Schwifty sat in the damp, straw covered passenger seat! I chucked 40 quid of fuel in it at the nearest station, along with a bottle of redex and then booted it home. The poor old girl spluttered and coughed like hell for the first few miles but had started to clear up by the end of the 15 mile trip home. Needless to say, when I got home to my small residential street, parking all 3 metres of this enormous barge proved tricky and with the rest of my fleet already taking up space it was clear this needed to go elsewhere until the fleet could be thinned down a bit.
So the next day instead of taking my trusty K10 Micra down to rural Somerset to see the parents (225 miles), I decided to take the 505 - and leave it there. Much to my disappointment, the 505 bumbled along and ate up the miles with ease, giving me great hopes for a stupidly long French camping holiday next year. Luckily, the parents were happy to have it sit there until other shite is sold too!
I spent the weekend doing a general inspection and clean. Pictures below. I have ordered a number of service items from Dean Hunter (Peugeot Parts Specialist - top bloke) And if anyone has a set of 505 GTI alloys please let me know. More to follow soon!
As it arrived in Somerset
Ubiquitous hemi-head XN1A petrol engine
Then a bit of a hoover:
Lots of tidying jobs and rust prevention to do. Lots more to come shortly!