Car or colender.....what'll it be?
What in the name off all things automotive was i thinking when i coughed up the cash for my Zodiac? Really? I don't remember the exact details but i'm pretty sure i must have been under the influence of something, some sort of common sense eating bug maybe. I don't know.
The reason i'm trying to go back in my head to me saying 'yeah, i'll have it' is because of yesterday. Yesterday was glorious, the sun was out and the birds were singing. This seemed an ideal time to have a few hours alone with the subject of my adultery, the Zodiac. Its fair to say i do have quite a strong love for this car. It's rare, big, laden with chrome, noisy and most of all, mine. Yesterday though, all that love very nearly went out of the window. What started off as me clearing out the boot turned into the worlds largest rust hunt. Pretty much every panel i prodded with a Phillips gave way. Daylight can be seen through the boot floor, but that daylight emitting hole can be seen when the boot is closed via the huge hole in the rear valance. My poor car seems to be having an identity crisis, the old girl knows she started life as car but is now wondering if she should become a colender. I had hopes and dreams of upsetting the locals with its noisy burbling exhaust and big straigt six engine. Indead people will be wondering where i could possibly be going, as the local scrap yard closed down a few years back.
All this was quite distressing, but i'd rather i found it now, not 24 hours after shelling out for a re-spray or something else of that nature. My main concern is my wee bank account and the bashing it faces in the summer, i'm not one for cutting corners when it come to my cars so all will be done properly. Properly though, means expensive.
I should probably warn the Mrs. really.....wish me luck.
The reason i'm trying to go back in my head to me saying 'yeah, i'll have it' is because of yesterday. Yesterday was glorious, the sun was out and the birds were singing. This seemed an ideal time to have a few hours alone with the subject of my adultery, the Zodiac. Its fair to say i do have quite a strong love for this car. It's rare, big, laden with chrome, noisy and most of all, mine. Yesterday though, all that love very nearly went out of the window. What started off as me clearing out the boot turned into the worlds largest rust hunt. Pretty much every panel i prodded with a Phillips gave way. Daylight can be seen through the boot floor, but that daylight emitting hole can be seen when the boot is closed via the huge hole in the rear valance. My poor car seems to be having an identity crisis, the old girl knows she started life as car but is now wondering if she should become a colender. I had hopes and dreams of upsetting the locals with its noisy burbling exhaust and big straigt six engine. Indead people will be wondering where i could possibly be going, as the local scrap yard closed down a few years back.
All this was quite distressing, but i'd rather i found it now, not 24 hours after shelling out for a re-spray or something else of that nature. My main concern is my wee bank account and the bashing it faces in the summer, i'm not one for cutting corners when it come to my cars so all will be done properly. Properly though, means expensive.
I should probably warn the Mrs. really.....wish me luck.
posted by Chris at 4:43 AM
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