Irish Car Crustier Than Anticipated Shocker - Sadly There Are Bad News As Well

[Junkman]

Friends in Dublin got wind of my The Climate improvement mission on their home turf (mainly because I told them),

consequently the odd pint was had together last Thursday night. Of course the evening was spent discussing old chod,

since nowadays there isn't actually anything else one could possibly talk about for an entire evening.

Even the birdy talk didn't persist for long, mainly due to me stating my obversation, that last time I was in Eire,

the birds had white skin and orange hair, now it's exactly the other way around.

 

Anyway, the pinnacle of the night was them showing me this advert,

 

https://www.donedeal.ie/vintagecars-for-sale/rover-3500-v8/14795531

 

fully aware of the fact that this would trigger the inevitable.

 

Predictably the inevitable happened, Sealed Beams drew light upon Ireland's dark and lonely outback,

until the destination was reached.

 

 

 

Imagine the seller's surprise over this little tryst:

 

 

 

 

Despite not yet having nearly reached my seniority, the seller has this rural gentlefolkness about him that perfectly matches

the car's overtones.

 

 

An agreement was achieved.

 

[Junkman]

To be perfectly precise, the agreement is that I own the car now.

[hairnet]

do you know where it came from originally?

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

Solihull?

[Junkman]

Solihull!

[forddeliveryboy]

[hairnet]

Solihull?

[Noel Tidybeard]

Lode Lane

[Junkman]

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That was last century.

Now it's like this:

 

[Felly Magic]

I bet the seller's gast was truly flabbered when you turned up in the P6. Well boughtificated JM

[forddeliveryboy]

That was last century.

Now it's like this

Yet another reminder why I'm not living in the 21st cent. Well borted, the seller has hidden his ad to preserve your modesty.

[Junkman]

I bet the seller's gast was truly flabbered when you turned up in the P6. Well boughtificated JM

 

Very many thanks from my heart indeed!

 

Yes, he seemed a tad surprised and said he would have expected a lot, but not this.

The entire affair was most agreeable, since two perfect gentlemen met, each producing a perfectly gentlemanly car.

I don't really know his full details yet, but money changed hands purely on a handshake.

He also was very approving of the fact that I conduct the entire deal without using one of those terrible mobile phones

and showed up at the arranged meeting point at the arranged time without using one of those newfangled girly compasses,

despite the location was 11 kilometres East of the middle of nowhere and in the dark.

 

Also, completely unbeknownst what to expect from each other, it turned out that we both chose to wear tweed for the occasion.

 

This was exactly like it was in them good old times and we both enjoyed every bloody second of it!

 

I mustard mitt, that given the situation any haggling would have been most inappropriate, hence I agreed to pay full whack.

Given his extremely gentlemanly asking price, I'm still convinced that I made a bloody good deal.

 

It's also living proof of the fact, that none of this post 1986 tosh is even remotely innovative, or necessary.

 

He also complimented me on my impeccable* English accent. I had one of my local agents call him first, out of fear that my accent

would scare him off because foreign scammer. Now this North Dublin used car dealer of course merely told him that 'a friend of his

from England' would call to inquire about the car.

 

Irish sense of humour, I guess.

[Junkman]

Yet another reminder why I'm not living in the 21st cent. Well borted, the seller has hidden his ad to preserve your modesty.

 

Many thanks indeed!

 

Looks like this is just another indication a gentleman of what calibre he is.

[Eddie Honda]

The Climate improvement mission on their home turf

0/10 Must try harder.

 

3°C and pissing down on way to work. 0°C and sleet/snow driving down through Kildare / Laois.

[Eddie Honda]

Via Google's chod surveil Lance system

 

ROVER 3500 V8 NEEDS BODYWORK AND WORK ON INTERIOR BUT MISSING NOTHING. , ALL CROME IS THERE , INCLUDING ALL HUBCAPS. ALUMINIUM GRILL MODEL . DRIVING WELL, LOVELY PURR FROM THAT 3.5 V8 ENGINE, ENGINE SORT AFTER FOR KIT CARS.CAR IS IN USE AND IS TAXED UNTIL 1/18. THESE V8 ROVERS ARE GOING UP IN VALUE GRAB A BARGIN Reluctant sale. Text if can't get through. Bad signal were I live - €1650

Lot of shouty caps there.

[Junkman]

0/10 Must try harder.

 

3°C and pissing down on way to work. 0°C and sleet/snow driving down through Kildare / Laois.

 

Imagine what it would be like if I weren't here. You'd probably rolled over a polar bear this morning.

 

Also, despite being the country with probably the most liberal legislation for old chod anywhere in the World,

the indigenous people should sink into the ground from the sheer grade of being ashamed of what woefully

dismal tosh they deem appropriate private means of transport.

You can't leave this essential matter to merely two people and then complain that the result is not meeting

your expectations.

[BorniteIdentity]

Via Google's chod surveil Lance system

 

Lot of shouty caps there.

£1400 sounds like a very, very good price.

The sort of price that would get me behind the wheel of one.

[Guest Breadvan72]

Ireland was chod capital of the Multiverse, with everyone driving gopping wrecks that made Father Ted's car look like a Bentley, until the scrappage scheme, after which everyone got a megadull Honda, except for some of the more canny farmers' wives, who got silver Mercedes to go shopping at the Powerscourt Centre.

 

PS: Lode Lane  - I am from Lode Lane too (well, Castle Lane, around the corner).  Therefore I bagsy a go in this car.

[BorniteIdentity]

I I am from Lode Lane too

 

Sorry to hear that.  Condolences.

[Guest Breadvan72]

Yep, it's a burden, but the therapy is helping.

[scruff]

Mega posh in Lode Lane innit. 

 

Another top purchase JM. 

[forddeliveryboy]

This thread is overflowing with gentlemans, all that is missing is direct reference to a glovebox full of OS maps and a housekeeper with the tea ready for your return.

 

Perhaps 'no girly compasses' should be the title of a thread, someday...

[Captain Furious]

Interior light and cigarette lighter?

[Guest Breadvan72]

Lode Lane is posh in parts, and mucho posh as you get towards the middle of Solihull, but I Iived around the corner in a less posh bit of town.   I used to walk past the Rover factory on the way to Elmdon Park, and my dad worked at the factory occasionally, although most of his BL jobs were in Coventry and elsewhere.  I can only recall going in one P6 as a spotty yoof.  It belonged to the Warrant Officer of the Air Cadets Squadron that I was in, and he still had plastic covers over the seats.  As my dad drove cheap-ass shitboxes, the car seemed to me very grand, but the covers seemed naff to me even then.  The RAF confusingly dress their Warrant Officers a lot like their Commissioned Officers, mainly to piss off the Army, but I suppose that the bloke wasn't quite the gentlemans.

[Noel Tidybeard]

11 kilometrics doesn't sound very Gentlemanly though

[Junkman]

Why not?

[TataBobu]

It's not a round number. It should have been 12 kilometers.

[forddeliveryboy]

No real gentlemanlies would show disrespect by using the now replaced customs and measures of a long-overthrown overlord, while a guest of a country.

 

To clarify: So our Man in Eire respects local customs in using kilometrage, acting like all gentlemans would.

[Junkman]

What?

[forddeliveryboy]

What?

"what?" - a phrase used by gentlemans to confer total agreement on what has been said. Alternatively, "absolutely, old fellow".