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

[Felly Magic]

Good luck in your latest chodventure, we need a Woollard shot with you in a tweed jacket whilst smoking a pipe

[Ghosty]

Anyway, it looks like until the end of April, I'll have an English registered car in Ireland and an Irish not really registered car in England.

Sounds like 120 OMGMPH and fuck insurance all the way to me.

I can not possibly tell you how much this delights an old anarchist like me.

 

So you have two P6s now?

 

It's not as if registration and such phased you anyway!

[Eddie Honda]

Usually the guards don't touch you if you have a foreign numberplate.

Hahahahah. Mibbie not if you've a ferry ticket home. I got a bollocking by a garda locally for my UK-plated Volvo (fair dos, I am resident and I was taking the piss). Never had the tax man chase me about it and they should know as the Irish insurance co are obliged to grass me up as a foreign plate on their books. Bigger fish to fry I suppose.

[Junkman]

I did 2000 miles around Old Ireland in the 90s. A Series Landy with old standard springs. My back has never been the same since. We used to take a big transit mini bus down for the fishing to Corrib. Everyone sleeping on the bus woke up as soon as we crossed the border. The undulations on the road were like seasickness.

 

You should have used a Caprice.

[Junkman]

So you have two P6s now?

 

That's half the truth.

In reality, I have two Series 1 P6 V8s and even I don't know anybody who can match this.

 

In sheer masochism, if need be.

[Ghosty]

Just pray the rear brakes don't need doing.

[Junkman]

Do not piss me off.

[cort1977]

Good work JM, hope this P6 has fewer supernatural powers than some previous ones.

 

My in-laws import a UK car to Ireland every couple of years.   There is some way they can make a profit on it if they wait for a while before registering it in Ireland but the MiL has had to pretend to be just visiting on several occasions when questioned by the gards or taxman.   Seems like a lot of hassle to me.

[Eddie Honda]

Pretending wasn't on my options list.

 

He may have seen it before - I was local and going around the last 7 months.

 

Turkish lorry restyling doesn't exactly blending into the blandbox background around here.

 

IMG_7244 by E Honda, on Flickr

2014-07-27_17-58-57_223 by E Honda, on Flickr

 

So it was parked up in the drive. If the tailgate had sealed, I would have put down my €200 VRT, got a test on it and continued with the duck tape settling any nonsense claims guard that it was unroadworthy (got an MOT like that no problem which was current and had current UK VED on it)

 

Also when in the living in the last place Mrs H had to give (because friends of another couple in the house) a Polish couple a lift home because taxman seized their vehicle. If there's a chunk of VRT due, the bastards will have it if they can get their mitts on it.

 

Anyway, none of this is JM's concern, he isn't resident and is on a fixed(ish)-term contract. Much as the taxman doesn't like it, if you're on a fixed term contract, even if it extends to 2/3/4 years, you don't need to register/VRT car.

[junkyarddog]

https://www.donedeal.ie/vintagecars-for-sale/rover-p6-ser1-v8/15053467

 

Why not make it a hat trick?

[Junkman]

By Teutates! Do not lead me into temptation!

 

[eddyramrod]

You know, if you needed someone to drive one back for you....

[Junkman]

The unthinkable will happen.

Collection is scheduled for tomorrow. Since it will likely take place after dark, photographic evidence will be unlikely, I'm afraid.

The car will then stay at a friend's place in Dublin until Friday, from where it will ferried to Holyhead and then driven on to the Junktowers,

so the real fire christening will take place after midnight, presumably in the rain and where the Hobbits live.

 

WCPGW?

 

In further good news, the car is still known to her Majesty's myrmidons, so no NOVA shiz and stuff.

I hope the seller still has the V5C or green slip, thus enabling me to get a new one for sod all.

[Felly Magic]

[Junkman]

Car is safe and sound in Dublin.

It did not go without some severe shitism involved.

The taillights wouldn't work and it was already very dark.

Everything else worked, indicators, reverse lights, brake lights, save for the front offside side light.

We only got the nearside tailight working, the offside one just didn't want to come to life.

So a sparesly lit Rover made it to Dublin. Well, it's white after all.

[Junkman]

There are obviously other niggles.

 

The passenger side rear window rattles, the dash lights don't work, the gear selector has no 'click' in positions.
The steering geometry needs looking at, if the steering gear isn't busted. It turns left easier than it turns right.

It sounds gorgeous, a lovely note to the engine and exhaust.
I didn't push it hard, in fact I have no idea what speed I was doing as the speedometer only goes to 25mph!

[Ghosty]

Shonky enough for you, then?

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

There are obviously other niggles.

 

The passenger side rear window rattles, the dash lights don't work, the gear selector has no 'click' in positions.

The steering geometry needs looking at, if the steering gear isn't busted. It turns left easier than it turns right.

 

It sounds gorgeous, a lovely note to the engine and exhaust.

I didn't push it hard, in fact I have no idea what speed I was doing as the speedometer only goes to 25mph!

 

Nothing to worry about there. Even the worst case with the steering would only be a replacement steering box, right?

[Junkman]

"Only", "just", "nothing to worry about", etc. are terms not appropriate for use in conjunction with Rover P6es.

"Worst case" is however.

[Eddie Honda]

In further good news, the car is still known to her Majesty's myrmidons, so no NOVA shiz and stuff.

I hope the seller still has the V5C or green slip, thus enabling me to get a new one for sod all.

 

Depends how it's known to the Doovla. If the old VRM has a big fat export marker on it. Expect to jump through all the hoops.

 

The seller may have a green slip, but the main page needs* chopped in to register the vehicle in Ireland with a Irish registration and VRC (Vehicle Registration Certificate).  The Irish VRC will have the previous known registration number recorded on it. The DVLA would have been informed by the Irish Revenue to stick a big fat export marker.

 

All the above applies only if things were done properly at every stage.

 

(*I've managed to retain one and chopped in a copy, but I managed to persuade the Revenue to stamp it void so I could keep it in the file for the car. Much more difficult, if not impossible to do now with the autonomous robots down at the contracted Applus+ centres)

[Junkman]

• Export marker No

[Junkman]

It just occurred to me that I have hitherto neither seen the car in daylight, nor actually driven it.

[Eddie Honda]

 

• Export marker No

 

 

It's a good job they don't go after back-tax for the missing period then

[Junkman]

I think you are way too subservient to authority.

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

I believe JM is repatriating this fine automobile today. 

 

 

Can't wait to see it! 

[Junkman]

Well.

 

In lieu of a pez station shot, have a photo of the crime scene.

 

 

A real pez station shot didn't come together, because it was dark when the seller arrived with the car and instead of taking photos,

the taillights needed fixing. I got only the nearside one to work, though, and it held up.

 

Since my friend subsequently took off with it Dublinwards and I returned to Newbridge, I had neither driven the car, nor seen it in daylight.

This changed last evening:

 

 

 

So off I took to Dublin port.

 

 

 

 

Here I had the first real opportunity to have a closer look.

 

The dashboard of wet dreams:

 

 

Note Series 2 door cards and pulls.

Interestingly, on the driver's side, it also has the Series 2 quarter light sans wheel, so it can't be opened.

 

Also:

 

 

 

Scheiße mit Ei.

 

Onto the ferry we went.

 

 

 

 

After the crossing to Holyhead, the Junktowers were achieved with the car not as much as wrinkling an arse cheek.

It has a gazillion of little niggles, but driving it is totally confidence inspiring. More than with any other P6 I had hitherto.

I have no idea how fast I went, because the speedo is rather temperamental and also unlit, but going by the rest of

the traffic, I wasn't hanging around, despite I didn't push it.

It must have seen very little use, since it freed up considerably the further I drove.

I guess this was the longest trip it did in a long time.

 

MOAR tomorrow.

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

 

I expected a message from Junkman last night announcing the car's safe arrival. When no such message arrived, I naturally assumed it had vapour locked on a ferry access ramp, got some grit in its carbs on the A55 or been impounded by the police for being registered in two countries at once. But no, it's here, and it's absolutely packed with... character.

 

 

It arrived, so it's got that going for it. The engine sounds sweet, with no untoward noise or smoke on startup. It also managed to sit in traffic for 15 minutes without throwing its toys out of the pram, rather impressive.

 

 

I aspire to this level of creativity. Character, don't you know.

 

 

A characterful battery installation.

 

 

But it has the best character you could ask for - series one purity of design.

 

 

 

And with that we leave it in the hands of an expert, since he is the only one brave enough to look underneath.

[Junkman]

But no, it's here, and it's absolutely packed with... character.

So you really do think it's fucked?

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

So you really do think it's fucked?

 

 

'course not. I like it already, and I've not even had a ride in it. The car did many miles yesterday without problem, so it's already proven itself not fucked. It's a 47 year old car, character a prized trait.

[Eddie Honda]

In lieu of a pez station shot, have a photo of the crime scene.

 

To call that a crime scene is rather apt. He's a robbin bastard for his pez prices. (Just up the road from my place)