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Done also

Coincidentally got an email this morning inviting me to subscribe, so I've done it. It does look like a 21st Century Jalopy ( if you squint a bit)

I absolutely love this thread, it reminds me of this one http://www.kingofobsolete.ca/index.html Though yours is somewhat better written!

There are certainly a few pained expressions on show usually.

Ahhhh! Im not a proper member there, only a "spouse member" Mrs Privatewire is the one with money in our house!

Hahaha! I see you are familiar with the establishment sir!

Young lad has just started working with us, This is his daily. He’s 19, i think he shows promise!

Nope, you are quite right, it was a Charmant!

In the mid to late 80's I had a metallic blue Daihatsu Applause which was a weird luxury spec, chopped that in 6 months later to the same garage for a Mini Clubman 1275GT which had the Denovo run flat tyres. Predictably, on the day I was to pick it up, all four tyres were indeed flat, much to the salesman's embarrassment.

When I was a mere apprentice working for the "Post Office Telecommunications Board" these were regularly deployed in the army surplus gang lorries that passed for transportation ( no other heaters fitted)* * I am not recommending this

Is this the Schrödinger's cat of cars? It may or may not exist, we will never know until we look into Hairnet's box. Bag's not first to look.

Aww man, how satisfying was that to do? Like picking at a scab! Seriously though, there's something about the Sierra Estate that just looks right. I'd still love a top spec 4x4 version.

Breadvan Polos, used to be 10 a penny round here, but can't remember the last time I saw one. Have they all just fizzed and dissolved away into a puddle of brown water and disappointment?

Happy New Year!

My New Year resolution is the same one that I fail at every year. I.e. I resolve not to be just as much off a social hand grenade, the sort of chap who gets the giggles at funerals, says the first thing that comes into his head, or tries to do something inappropriate with the financial director of the company at the Christmas Night out. I usually last until the first New Year party. Sigh.