Pug 309 retrieval and rehoming.

[Jim Bell]

It was a frigid morning in April, and I was a fool.

My alarm beeped and beeped and beeped.

 

There was something I was meant to do today, I thought as I picked at some eye-snot which had built a home in the corner of one of my looking holes.

 

Oh yeah. I have to go to a suburb of Birmingham to buy a car I've already owned.

 

Shirley you can't be serious, I hear you think.

 

I am serious.

 

And don't call me Shirley.

 

 

Let's go to Shirley.

[Jim Bell]

06:24 equipment check.

 

 

 

 

Cash. For buy car.

 

Lucky peg. In case get stabbed situation.

 

Lockback stiletto. To win at get stabbed situation.

 

No scotch gang can take my £300 or my Shit Car and cover it up as botched drug deal.

 

300 odd miles to go. Let's hit the road.

[castros_bro]

That peg is a dead giveaway for as essential Morris/Austin BL manual choke holder outer.

[Jim Bell]

First spot of the run. Defender Dailly.

 

[Jim Bell]

06:33.

 

Victorian and modern rapid transit is awaited.

 

 

I need a wee. Are we nearly there yet?

[Jim Bell]

06:41 public transport on time shocker. We are officially traveling at speed now.

 

Think I need a poo. Are we nearly there yet?

 

 

 

Cattle.

[JohnK]

Will follow this with interest. My turn tomorrow for live collection thread. Love a good trip out

[Jim Bell]

There's time to kill while the public transport jobs it's job, so I'll tell you about the destination car.

 

I bought it about 4 years ago when I was dead cool. Because I was dead cool, I put leather in it. And deep dish steel wheels under it. And coilovers on it. I then sold it at a massive loss.

Another Shitter spotted it for sale on eBay recently and sent me a link. It's now on plain steels, strut suspension and has a touching cloth GTI interior chair set.

I couldn't really remember why is sold it in the first place, and couldn't think of any reason not to buy it back, so o bunged the seller an email.

"BARRY! I've been looking for your number everywhere!"

He remembered me.

"I dont want to sell the car, but I need funds for the 305 cambelts and brakes".

A gentleman of taste.

"if you give me first refusal when you come to move it on, I'd be happy for you to come one get it."

Low numbers were discussed. Theoretical handshake was offered and received. Tickets booked.

 

Here we are today on the way.

[Norbert]

Good luck! Reading this with interest as I've just arrived at work in....... Shirley. It's a fair pull from Slade, hence mega early commute to avoid OMGM6KAOS.

 

Give us a wave as you go past the old Lucas R&D building (can't miss it , it's the big 60s thing next to the hideous Audi bling palace on the Stratford Rd as you head back out to the M42)

[Pillock]

Awwww man, I was in Shirley yesterday. I could spied on you from behind a tree.

[Jim Bell]

 

Big train.

 

 

 

Big River.

 

 

 

Officially moving at HIGH SPEED now. XC trains charge for wifi?! WTFCRAIGTHEPRINCESS?! sort it out PLS.

 

I paid £2.00 for an hour. Now find I have nothing to say or post. It's a three hour journey.

[Jim Bell]

I never knew Shirley was such an Autoshite hub of activity. If I'd known Pillock was behind a tree yesterday and that Norbet was in an old building, I'd have worn my best shoes and brought cake.

[Jim Bell]

07:48 approaching Darlo. Almost 3 counties down. Still more than 200 miles to go.

 

[Jim Bell]

07:57 blue dot update.

 

I am not nearly there yet.

 

[purplebargeken]

Yeah, has to be be something BL - the peg was a giveaway.

[Jim Bell]

The peg may have been a red herring I'm affraid. It's unrelated to the car, which is frensch and has no choke.

[stuboy]

golf?

[Jim Bell]

 

 

08:22 blue dot update says York.

 

 

Two polished old Australian women talked about the men who pause from deep under immaculate hairdos all the way from Fartlington. I wish I could say I learned a lot but all they taught me was that their Bruce's have given up on them and left abandoned them to each other. Which seemed cruel.

 

 

 

 

Think the trolly dolly fancies me. He's offered me a bottle of Doom Bar twice. It'd take more than that, Gavin but do have a lovely day.

Actually, maybe I just look like an Alchaholic and he's just trying to look after me. Now I feel sad and ugly.

[barefoot]

Ten shillings says its a Peugeot

[Jim Bell]

Close. It's a Talbot. Named after an American state. And I don't mean Joan Rivers. Though she was a right state.

[oldcars]

06:41 public transport on time shocker. We are officially traveling at speed now.

 

Think I need a poo. Are we nearly there yet?

 

 

 

Cattle.

If you need a poo better find a garden centre, you know the rules.

[Jim Bell]

 

Power plant!

 

The power plant of the destination car is an XUD.

[Inspector Morose]

I'm off today. I might come over and stalk you.

 

If it was tomorrow, I'd have cadged a lift back up country with you. Off over to Whitehaven to pick up new purchase!

[Jim Bell]

Blue dot update sez DONCASTUH

 

 

 

 

 

The lad in the Burtons suit sitting behind me is on his way to a meeting with Charles re: the Leeds Bradford airport contract. He's speakung overtly loudly on his phone. I bet he has red braces on.

I listen to the conversation. Pick out all of the management speak, chew it up and swallow it like nuggets of braised kidney so that I can enjoy shitting it out later.

I hope red braces and Charles both die in a chip pan fire. We can but hope.

[Jim Bell]

09:03 update. Out of wifi.

 

Found a Yorkshire water road.

[KruJoe]

It's a Talbot California Speedster Diesel

 

AICM£5.

[Jim Bell]

It's nearly a Vera. But not as aerodynamics.

[holbeck]

Close. It's a Talbot. Named after an American state. And I don't mean Joan Rivers. Though she was a right state.

 

Talbot Arizona, cunningly disguised as a Peugeot 309?

[Jim Bell]

You win the prize.

 

Hooray!

[Jim Bell]

09:52,update. Blue dot of doom sez Derby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

35 mins out from Brum now. Getting closer.

 

Nothing much happening on the train.