OK, hope you’re sitting comfortably.
My previous car was a Mondeo estate, top of the range Titanium X, all the bells and whistles. Loved it. Hugely spacious, excellent to drive, thoroughbred motorway miles muncher. Unfortunately, when it munched its (DSG) gearbox for the third time I moved it on to that great parking lot in the sky (well a scrapper up near Glenoe). Since this was during lockdown and I wasn’t doing much driving I couldn’t justify replacing it. I got by as a named driver on Mrs Willy’s X1 and my son’s 107. They fulfilled my motoring needs, if not my wants…
In this neck of the woods motoring is something of a contact sport. The nearside of a car is always clean as the hedges scrape the dirt off when passing oncoming vehicles, especially farm traffic. On account of this we do drive older cars. the 107 is 16 and the X1 is 13 years old. Both well maintained but inevitably they do occasionally need some extra tlc. A few months back when the X1 was in with a broken spring the exhaust dropped off the 107. We came perilously close to having no car. I started planning (or is that plotting?).
Justification for the realisation of my car “wants” came in this form.
The X1 dash lit up like a Christmas tree.
It reset after an off/on and a few yards drive. I guessed that it might be an abs sensor. Sent the photo to the workshop manager. He guessed that it might be an abs sensor. Took the car in, plugged in the diagnostics and the computer said “abs sensor my arse, that’s your transfer box”. So the X1 was parked up at home for the three weeks to the first available slot to attend to it.
Plotting stepped up a notch. Difficulty is that there is no single vehicle that would fulfil all my wants. Internal space of the Mondeo, dog friendly, fuel economy of the 107, V8, convertible, Japanese reliability. A compromise was called for. Considered multiple options, Audi S8 V10 estate, Lexus IS250C, TVR Chimera, and too many others to recall.
Picking up Mrs Willy from the airport one Wednesday evening as she returned from a concert (had been with her sisters) I mentioned that our son was driving me back there the next morning. “Why”. “I’ve bought a car and I’m going to pick it up”.
Those of you who have previously deployed “Forgiveness rather than permission” will understand the atmosphere of the remainder of the drive home.
Next day I flew into Manchester, collected the car, drove to Cairnryan and got the ferry home. What no-one expected me to arrive in (including myself just a few days earlier) is…
Obviously doesn’t tick all of the boxes but is quite possibly the optimal compromise (for now;-). It’s a good fit on our wee roads. Very economical. Fun to drive. The lid be folded and unfolded from the driving seat in about 3 seconds. Has also been adapted to it’s primary purpose of taking Zukov and myself to walking locations.
It’s the 1.5 litre engine (which revs to 7500) and is, even in this exploratory phase of ownership averaging 48mpg (on run from Manchester to Cairnryan it was in the high 50s). The suspension is softer than the 2l models, a blessing on some of the roads around here, but still fun to drive once you get the hang of it. The 1-2 throw in the gearbox is a tad long but after that it’s click, click, click, click.
Oh and the heater controls (two of three visible in the above photo) are fully manual.
Willy.