Out of the Roof

It’s the policeman’s boots that I recall, an image of two shiny black boots viewed from ground level; that and the pain from various scuffs and bangs I had suffered whilst headbutting the road.

Some hours earlier my best chum, Lizard (G. Lister) and I had been on a pub crawl around the Wetherby, Tadcaster and Selby area.  The rules for our pub crawls were fairly simple, no John Smiths and no lager.  Allowable ales included Tetleys, Websters, Whitbread and Bass whilst Samuel Smiths was allowed as a last resort.  There will have been others but Tetleys was always the favoured one.

We had driven about in my Clan Crusader and had consumed around 12 pints of beer in around 12 different pubs, and although it was my car, Lizard was driving because for some reason I was too pissed and he always seemed to handle his ale better.  In those days pubs closed at 10:30 and although there were several that did ‘late tastes’ (The Pax at Thorpe Arch or the Fox & Hounds at Walton among others) we had a last pint at one of the many Tadcaster pubs, I forget which, and made our way back to Boston Spa and home.  It was a ‘school night’, work in the morning!

Now the Clan was a little 2 seater sports car but it did have a sunroof, a rather cheap fabric one but it opened a reasonable amount.  I decided in my iniebriated state that it would be a good idea to stand on the seat with my body out of the roof whilst driving through the village.  As we passed down the High Street Lizard spotted a police car further ahead outside Millies Fish & Chip shop so he put the brakes on, an automatic reaction.  My automatic reaction was to slump over the windscreen.  Lizard’s forward vision was now impaired by his drunken passenger so he pressed the brake even harder, another automatic reaction.  The laws of physics then propelled me out of the roof, down the windscreen and then the bonnet, where I finally made contact with the road just as the car came to a stop, conveniently next to the police car.  The police car door opened and two boots placed themselves near my face into which a torch was shone.  I jumped to my feet and muttered ‘Evening officer’ and clambered back in the car.  Lizard shot off like a startled rabbit round the corner up Church Street and just up on the right into my mother’s driveway.

My mother was in the kitchen preparing a nightcap of whisky when I burst in through the door, some blood on my face and a general dishevelled appearance.  Lizard was seconds behind me saying loudly ‘I hope the police haven’t followed us!’  Mother dropped the glass…..

Fiat X19

A quick peruse of the superb PistonHeads website brought me to their SOTW (Shed of the Week) page and a Fiat X19. I had one of these some years ago and although it gripped the road like poo to a blanket, I don’t recall really driving it too much, my memories of the late seventies has faded somewhat, must be the beer.

Fiat X19

I had bought it from a garage in London, when it was still very much a rarity in the UK, or even Europe. In fact I think the salesman told me that it was the first RHD model ever made and we all know that car salesmen never lie!  Whatever, as is usual with all my car dealings common sense went out of the window, rapidly followed by the contents of my wallet; I had to buy it….

In those days I was in the Army and based in Paderborn in Germany, so the car came with me to the Fatherland. For various reasons I didn’t use the car much whilst there, but on one trip out the car broke down with an electrical fault. I called out ADAC (the equivalent of the RAC) who arrived to investigate. They found that the car had been adapted from LHD to RHD and moreover rather than using the correct wiring loom, ALL the wiring connections had been done in green earth wire! Disaster! Any wiring faults were therefore impossible to trace.

I had the car towed by one of our Land Rovers back to barracks…. It may still be there.

C63 – The Journey Begins

Been running this car for around 6 weeks and already covered 3500 miles.  What a tremendous vehicle, I absolutely love it, it is such a joy to drive and I rarely stretch it and go more than 3000 rpm, it doesn’t need it.  It is comfortable, easy to drive and feels so well made and secure.  I will admit that it is not too easy on the pocket, but I am not surprised.  When I first got the car the average MPG over the previous 12000 miles was 16.5, I have now got it up to 17.5, but I am driving quite long distances across the motorways of Northern England.  I am also trying to fill with Shell V Power or failing that at least a BP, Esso or other 97RON.  It is a little pricier, but almost universally recommended for these engines.

A tale of two journeys..

17mpg at rush hour
M602 – 4:00pm rush hour traffic just outside Manchester with 17mpg!
25mpg is possible.
After a 4:30am drive to Liverpool across M62. Just over 25mpg, it can be done if the conditions allow.







It’s the throaty rumble and noise that really is the car’s USP though.  I was driving towards Bradford from home, The Better Half and No.2 Son in tow and there is a tunnel under the airport.  As we approached No.2 Son and I dropped the car windows and I dropped a couple of cogs.  I enjoyed the Tinkie Tickling noise for a moment.  The Better Half looked across with a withering look, “you are both so childish….”

Ex Girlfriends and Old Cars

Whenever I’ve sold a car there is always a slight lingering pang of regret, usually financial, and a desire that the new owner should look after her.  I have a habit of referring to cars, in fact most mechanical objects, as female.  It is well known that sailors always referred to ships as ‘she’ and perhaps this habit has carried on to motor vehicles, like women they are beautiful and complicated.  There is this quote from many a US Naval wardroom:
“A ship is called a she because there is always a great deal of bustle around her; there is usually a gang of men about; she has a waist and stays; it takes a lot of paint to keep her good-looking; it is not the initial expense that breaks you, it is the upkeep; she can be all decked out; it takes an experienced man to handle her correctly; and without a man at the helm, she is absolutely uncontrollable. She shows her topsides, hides her bottom and, when coming into port, always heads for the buoys.”

Now that comment may be a little chauvinistic but it may help to explain why we anthropomorphise vehicles and most complex mechanical gear with a female gender.  I’ve had far more cars than girlfriends, but each has left fond memories and their foibles that at the time were very annoying have faded in the recall.

  • The Sunbeam Lotus that was forever snapping clutch cables.
  • The Mini that wouldn’t start, rain or shine, without a squirt of WD40.
  • The Austin that consumed more oil than petrol.
  • The Clan Crusader that consumed more coolant than petrol.
  • The Lotus Elan Sprint that tore fingernails off when putting the roof down.
  • The Citroen Xantia with the iffy brakes and that made me car sick on long journeys.
  • The Smart (sic) car that had to be driven so hard to make any decent progress that it was really uneconomical.
  • The TVR 420SEAC that… too many problems to mention.

Generally when I change my car it is through a thief car dealer and they are particularly unemotional about them, so it was nice to receive an email from the purchaser of my MX5.  He had seen this site and remarked that I was not very complimentary about the Mazda but that he had bought it has a ‘high days & holidays’ car.  I replied that the car was in reality very good and was exactly as described in countless motor magazine reviews, I just didn’t like it.  I also remarked that should it ever be in this part of North Yorkshire again I would be happy to demonstrate in 6.3 V8 form why I sold her.

The list of cars that I regret selling will be listed here soon……

Fighting Talk – The MGB is Rubbish!

Contentious argument here: The MGB GT is rubbish, and always has been almost from its inception. I just cannot understand why they have become so revered. I recall a friend buying one in the seventies less than a year old and I thought then that the crinkly metal dash was a tad out of date. At the time he could have had a Datsun 240Z for around the same money – crazy.

The MGB was a car introduced in 1962 and to be fair it was a good car at the time. Still in production in 1980 and way past its best, it should have been shot in 1968. A limited production “revival” model with only 2,000 units made, called RV8 was produced by Rover in the 1990s, the ultimate example of trying to polish a turd.

Examples abound of cars that were rapidly outdated after their initial production outliving their ‘raison d’etre’ and becoming sentimental memories. Morris Minor, Jaguar XJS, Austin Cambridge (and similar derivatives) and the Mini to name but a few. Have you noticed that all the examples I have mentioned are British? It may be that I am looking at this from an English perspective, but I am not sure that Europeans or the Americans have the same fascination with their own poor quality cars.

Feel free to disagree….