Time for yet another update in the saga of E225CMV. When I left you last time, the car wasn’t running properly and had a few bits and bats left to do. During the last month, some of the issues have been solved.
I’ve been after a Rover Sterling radio for some time, and a friend of mine happened to have one he wasn’t doing anything with. So naturally I asked how much I’d have to part with to make it mine. “It’s a complete setup with CD changer and the data lead, I’ll change the colour to match your instruments and help fit it for £60 all in.” Very good – but I thought I’d check this against what other friends have paid for theirs. Texting Richard Gelder elicited that this was a cracking deal, and that should I wish to join the West Yorkshire mob for a few bevvies I was more than welcome to join the pub crawl.
The morning after, we decided to check my car out. It had been running like a pig, running on, and seemed fairly lifeless to me. A Gunson Gastester, we reasoned, would give us an indication as to the fuelling. So on it went, and Greenpeace breathed a heavier sigh of relief than any of us were expecting. Too heavy. Commentary soon ensued to the effect of “Look at the Yorkshireman, he hates parting with money so much he’s running his car on thin air!” – for the carbon monoxide reading was barely 0.1%. Much carburettor playing later, I have a car that functions as was intended – and it feels fantastic!
No matter, the MoT was bound to elicit something unsavoury – if not a fail, then at least an advisory of some description. I’d been prepared for disappointment by the wing bolt which sheared and parted company with the car the night before, leaving me the unpleasant task of driving to the test with flappy bodywork. Imagine then my surprise when it received nothing but compliments – a clean sheet and a request that I keep taking it to the garage in question for the variety! To treat CMV for a job well done, it was treated to a thorough service and full fluid replacement – along with the thermostat change which has been on the cards since day one and the rectification of my flapping wing. Result: A car that knows it can’t fly, functions perfectly but still needs bodywork. Let’s leave it there for now.
