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Kev Mills 

Rover SD1 goes to Longbridge

As some of you will know, I was the lucky fellow who took Keith’s Rover SD1 down to Sussex a few weeks ago for the Vintage at Goodwood festival. It was an ace event; really something else. Once I’ve gone through my pictures, I’ll make sure some come on here. 

Since Goodwood, I’ve been looking after the Rover while Keith enjoyed his holidays. To be honest, I’ve been a bit reluctant to use it – it is a really nice car and I was paranoid about putting a dent in it or somesuch. Then my daily driver – my trusty 46-year-old Land Rover – threw a brake-related wobbly. Mrs Mills was away working and had taken her Rover 200, the Mini is out of test and the 1952 Landy is in bits. The SD1 was therefore pressed into use for a couple of days. 

My commute takes me from my house in deepest Rutland, over the hills into Leicestershire and beyond to the tropical paradise that is Northamptonshire. Quite frankly, I fell in love with the old 3500 – it just felt ‘right’, with a nice feel to everything and a proper gearbox that felt like you are connected directly to the ‘box’s internals. It wasn’t even that bad on fuel. Why haven’t I got one?? 

Anyway, on the second day of SD1 commuting I wasn’t in the office. I had to go to rural Staffordshire to see a man about a Land Rover and some steam engine repairing so we growled down the A47, through Leicester and onto the A5, a fuzzy tape of Earth Wind & Fire’s Greatest Hits crackling away from the quality ’70s Unipart ‘stereo’. 

My job only took until noon and, with time on my hands and a full tank of fuel, I had a look at the map. Hmm, not far from Birmingham – I could burble home the long way round and take in some BL history. I also reckoned the old Rover would get some looks in its spiritual home. 

We left Tamworth in the pouring rain. From the driver’s seat, the wipers are about the only thing that really betray the car’s age. Don’t get me wrong, they work, but with the space-age dash and four-door-Ferrari looks, the chrome arms and relatively slow speed look rather odd. I decided to avoid motorways and headed down the A453 and onto the A38, round the Sutton Coldfield bypass, and onto Castle Bromwich and past the Jaguar assembly plant. The road is bordered by old factories and brick-built, grime-stained industrial buildings, now either empty or housing double glazing firms, hire companies or those ‘self-storage’ establishments. 

Rather surprisingly, the traffic was free-flowing and the Rover was getting plenty of attention from other road users. Further ahead I needed to decide my ultimate destination - do I turn left and head for Lode Lane and the Land Rover works, where this SD1 was built but where I’ve been dozens of times, or carry on to Longbridge, recent home of Rover and with far more to look at? I pluck for Longbridge. 

I come into the place from Longbridge Lane, over the bridge and past the ‘new’ British Rail station, which is almost as old as the SD1 I am sitting in. On the right is the Austin Sports & Social Club, whose sign also probably rivals the SD1 for age. To the left they are building a new Bournville College on the site of North Works, while at the traffic lights you can just see over the fence opposite to the new and old West Works – which, of course, aren’t there any more. All that remains is just a flat landscape with a few piles of rubble. 

Left at the lights and over another bridge. The old Longbridge station, boarded up and graffiti’d, sticks out like a sore thumb. I don’t reckon it’ll be there much longer – doesn’t really go with the developers’ ‘Fresh start for Longbridge’ motto which is emblazoned on virtually the whole parameter of the old works. Trouble is, with the lack of progress on any form of development (bar knocking the place down, and the new college), it feels like a bit of an empty promise. 

At the roundabout, the Council have plonked a Mini in the middle and covered it with flowers. It looks pretty sad, the poor old thing, but pleasingly it retains its funky ’80s Austin Rover wheeltrims. To the right of the roundabout, the old K Gate is a hive of activity. They are knocking down the old Paint Shop and two rather bored looking blokes are standing in the left-hand carriageway to divert traffic into the right-hand lane, just in case the demolition rig drops a few tons of bricks into the road. I clearly can’t park the old Rover here so we head on down Bristol Road and left into Lowhill Lane. 

It is spookily quiet. Outside Q Gate, the main entrance, a lone TF stands guard while the car park beyond is fairly full of cars. Not many Rovers or MGs, mind. I burble down the hill, past the flight shed to the site of the old East Works, and park up. 

East Works and the Cofton Works beyond are long gone, but the security building at the gate still stands, complete with a message written in a dusty window – ‘Don’t worry, lads – we’ve still got the Allegro!’ Across the barren, flat site the works’ painted walkways are still in place, snaking around the missing buildings. I walk back up the road and around the outside of the works as far as the bridge on Longbridge Lane. Here are a few pictures of what I saw. Poor old Longbridge. 

Old knackers, Polish Rover SD1

Keith Adams 

Rover SD1

It’s been a long and tough 2010 so far. There never seem to be quite enough hours in the day to get everything done, what with the demands of Octane Magazine and AROnline but, here we are, still delivering great stories online. This week’s scoop about the Rover 55 is a case in point – and the reason why this site, and the stories that are on it, will never die through lack of interest. 

Simply put, there will always be new material coming out of the woodwork, new cars we never knew about and missed opportunities that will bring a tear to the eye. 

Anyway, it’s time for a few days off… but the site will continue ticking along thank you very much. We’ll be bringing you the latest news, all the blogs you could ever want and more of the same copy that you seem to enjoy reading. Thanks to Alexander Boucke and the rest of the team, AROnline will be at the forefront of all new developments. 

As for me – I’m off for a quick break in France. I was going to take the Polski-Rover SD1, but that’s on display at Vintage at Goodwood this weekend, so instead, I’ll be cruising down in a nice Lexus IS220d. It might not look or feel like a Rover, but it’s certainly painted in what looks like a fetching shade of Nightfire Red. 

When I get back next week, I’ll start planning an AROnline gathering. We’ve not had one in ages so it would be nice to meet you… and give that old Rover of mine a bit of an outing. 

TTFN! 

Holiday transport in a Rover-ish colour...

Other manufacturers, Polish Rover SD1, Random stuff

It’s been a long battle with the Rover but the war is now won. 

Mike Humble 

Just moments before I sat down to write my final ramble on the progress of the SD1 belonging to Keith Adams, I learned of the sad death of Spen King, the ex-Director of British Leyland’s Engineering Division and creator of legendary cars such as the Range Rover and SD1 - two vehicles admired the world over for style, British ingenuity and performance. I guess, then, that as one door closes another opens in the form of my declaration of Keith’s SD1 being fully fit for service. To close this paragraph, I and the AROnline team wish his friends and family our thoughts at the loss of Charles ‘Spen’ King. 

On a lighter note, having run the SD1 fairly hard over the past two days, I can now state with confidence I’m happy with the way she’s running and consider it to be the best I could do with the budget and time scale allowed. It’s been so long since I have had a real British Leyland product to work on - the last being my old ’81 Dolomite a few years back and other Leyland tin I have owned, cobbled together and driven in my 20+ years of driving. To quote big Chris from the film Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels: ‘It’s been emotional’. 

Originally, my services were called upon to deal with the cooling system that was below par and keep an eye on the girl while Keith visited New Zealand. It very quickly became obvious that the 1976 3500 was in dire need of some fettling and tender loving care. Just on the journey from Farnham to my home in Sussex, all of 35 miles, I knew damn well that I was to encounter some nasty surprises and, boy, was I right. 

Some very black looking engine oil & rusty oil filter

I shall do my best to keep it straight to the point, but stated below are just some of the issues dealt with over the past few weeks…. 

Replace life expired radiator & viscous fan hub
Replace oil and filter
Tighten loose carburettors
Reset engine timing, idle speed,  balancing of carbs & over tight throttle*
Clean up spark plugs
Re-route clutch hose that was chafing on a major brake pipe
Tighten loose fan belt
Repair under bonnet illumination
Make good of loose ignition circuits
Repair horns
Blown bulbs in clock, speedo and sidelamps
Short circuit on badly fitted and broken number plate lights
Blown bulbs in dashboard, sidelamps and clock
Repair broken throttle cable
Make good of poor cigar lighter connections
Loose washer jets
Badly fitted tailgate flow vent trim
Loose and dangerous wiring behind drivers glovebox
Main starter motor live cable rubbing through on earth harness
Ill-fitting breather pipes and cracked Y-piece on carbs
Loose headlamp bulb multi-plug
Non-functioning panel dimmer (rheostat) 

There were a few other odds and ends too but, without the risk of boring you all rigid or coming across as picky, I’ll leave it there. In a nutshell, the car has had a pretty good body restoration but it’s obvious that the interior and trim had been thrown in and bodged up. A couple of the above issues had the potential of injury or possible death. 

Three generations of Rover cars in one street

I’m not of the habit of knocking other people’s workmanship but, had the car been mine, I would be deeply offended and angry at the quality of craftsmanship. The car is now fit for the purpose and I’m sure Keith will be over the moon with his revitalised Rover. Yes it angered me, yes it’s bitterly disappointed me, but have I enjoyed myself? Hell, yes and I’ll be sorry to see it go!

Polish Rover SD1

Mike Gets To Grips With Some Truly Shocking Electrics… 

I’ll never forget watching the film The Omen for the first time - I don’t know which was scarier, little Damien or the Nanny character played by the brilliant Billie Whitelaw. One thing I can confirm to be scarier than either has been some of the wiring and other items I have been tackling on Keith’s Rover 3500. It’s been a horrible week but, finally, I’m getting somewhere and it’s very close to being the car it deserves to be. 

Recent events had almost made me believe me that the car was trying to kill me.  Some badly fitted sound insulation fell onto the driver’s side exhaust manifold causing some interesting smouldering. Then, early one morning this week, I was travelling to my place of work minding my own business when, without warning, smoke started to wisp out from the fusebox cover. You can imagine my concern, driving someone else’s car that’s worth a few quid let alone its sentimental value to then set the damn thing on fire. The problem was the circuit for the sidelights and panel lights. 

I was initially mortified, as two days earlier, I had replaced  blown bulbs in the clock, dashboard and front sidelamp – was it something I had done? Had I ‘upset’ something and, more to the point, could I deal with it? My knowledge of auto electrics revolves around fitting starters, alternators etc., and that’s it. I have no real skill in this area although I do fully understand the principle and theory. 

Keith keeps reminding me now and again to and I quote ‘enjoy the car’. I would really love to do just that, but I can’t until I’m 100% certain it’s on the money or as best as you can get for 1976. Following all sorts of poking, prodding, disconnecting and wiggling of electrical components, I found the culprit and the fault was nothing short of disgusting. 

Heath Robinson plate lamp

At some point during the fitting of the number plate lamps, the clear lens had snapped where the copper circuit terminal joins. Someone had dealt with this by using a cable tie to hold the connector to the bulb. Over a period of time, the slamming of the boot had caused a live terminal to short out on the tailgate, hence the Indian distress smoke signals. 

Why, though, didn’t the fuse blow, I wondered. Simple answer: the correct grade of fuse is 15 amps though someone had seen fit to use one of 25 amps – not ideal eh? 

Repaired plate lamp units

The bloody awful broken plate lights have been repaired using chemical steel and both work fine. Some minor melting of the fusebox has happened, but not sufficient to warrant a replacement. All the fuses have been checked and, where needed, refitted using the correctly rated fuse. 

However, this has not been the only electrical issue. 

Just today, whilst checking continuity, I stumbled upon an issue that quite honestly could have killed myself, Keith or anyone else travelling in the car. In all of the 20+ years of fixing or driving cars, I have NEVER witnessed workmanship as careless or dangerous as what I had to deal with this afternoon. 

While I was nipping up the slightly loose fan belt, I noticed that the main live feed from the battery to the starter motor had been rubbing on the earth strap, allready chafing away the outer insulation. 

A disaster waiting to happen

The picture is slightly blurred but you get the general idea. I’m pleased to report that this cable has been routed well clear of any potential earthing points. Had these two cables eventually been left  to rub through and contact each other, the outcome would more than likely have been a rather big bang followed by the driver dialling 999 and requesting the Fire service – and I’m not joking either! 

A thorough inspection of the under-bonnet wiring ensued and any wiring or routing problems have also been tackled. One the whole, a shocking lack of attention to detail. I’m sure Keith will be making a phone call over these facts – I’m sure I will! 

Rover Keeps His Cool 

Earlier in the week I received a rather large box from Rimmer Bros containing a reconditioned radiator and new viscous hub unit. Taking full advantage of these long summer evenings, I set to work finally laying to rest the weepy radiator and god awful noisy, clunking, squeaking and grinding fan. 

On the whole, it all went without incident apart from the old fan hub being stubborn requiring much heat, hammering and swearing to release itself from the water pump. 

BL Special Tools 10L&B 18G BR-EW

Follwing an extensive road test, the awful racket has gone and the temp dial shows a healthy looking 85 degrees. Peace and tranquillity at long last! 

New radiator and hub unit keeps a cool head

In all, the car can now be driven in confidence without risk of loosing water, overheating or exploding into a thousand parts. It’s been an uphill battle, but it’s sure as hell been worthwhile and most enjoyable!

Polish Rover SD1

More motoring capers with Mike and the Rover… 

Well, the weather here in West Sussex has been glorious, perfect for smoking around in a V8 hatchback catching admiring glances and receiving brilliant comments from other people. Thanks to a leaking radiator (pending), the cooling system is having to work hard for a living and, as a consequence, the (knackered) viscous fan is really worrying me. 

When the fan tries to cut in, your ears are greeted to the sound of what can only be described as a canary tweeting and a loud banging noise akin to some form of Soviet-made industrial steam hammer. Sufficed to say, it’s got the potential to scare old ladies and make small children cry. As a result, it made me put my thinking hat on with regards to a temporary fix if you like. 

The problem is a very very worn out bearing race in the hub of the fan – it’s been bothering Keith Adams for ages and it sure scares the cr*p out me too. The collateral damage of a free spinning fan detaching itself into the engine bay does not bear thinking about – mental visions of the Tasmanian devil in a Chinaware shop comes to mind. Until the new radiator and fan arrive, say hello to my little, albeit temporary, modification… 

The best 4 pence spent on a temporary fix

What I did was loosen off the left handed Nylock on the water pump spindle enough to create a large enough gap behind the thick spacer washer, place the coins at opposing sides behind the washer and tighten up the nub nut. This locks the fan solid and stops the fan jiggling around - the source of all the horrendous noise. Net result, the car can now be driven without the risk of a circular saw flying round the engine bay and no more embarrassing clunks, tweets and bangs! 

Shocking Electrics 

I had some fun just the other evening when the throttle cable decided it would be a good idea to snap at the pedal end whilst leaving work. I’m convinced that the car knew I had a table booked at a Horsham restaurant for 8.00pm and the time was 6.00pm when it happened. 

Some quick thinking was required and, owing to the fact the cable had snapped at the nipple on the loud pedal, I rummaged around in the workshop for some suitable idea for a repair. The answer came in the form of a block connector or chocolate block as some readers of taste may know them. 

Working cable once more with some awful looking wiring!

The frayed ends of the cable were trimmed back and the connector was clamped onto the end - result, a fully functioning throttle cable once more. As mentioned in a previous ramble, the cable was initially too tight which has caused it to weaken and break. Just for the record, we were in the restaurant for 7.50pm. 

What was also obvious was the state of the wiring above the pedals. The flasher unit was just hanging by its wires and a section of loom was, in fact, being rubbed the the throttle cable. A plastic tie wrap was used to truncate the wiring clear of any moving parts (i.e., the brake and throttle pedals). Now the indicators can be heard ticking away thanks to the flasher unit being correctly fitted into its metal clip. 

As a final thought, one thing is very true and needs to be considered. Anyone who considers running and driving an older car without any mechanical knowledge or ability to ‘make do and mend’ is only asking for trouble. Charm and character in abundance older retro classics may hve, but these kinds of problems can seriously leave you in the lurch if you don’t have the know how or right contacts! 

Polish Rover SD1

Mike Humble cracks on with the Rover’s ever growing list of jobs 

Don’t you just love these warm, light evenings? While others nearby are busy poisoning themselves with half-cooked sausages on the barbecue, other people are having much more fun, namely me, spending my spare time after work rootling under the bonnet of Keith Adams’ glorious SD1 

I’ve been using the car on my commute to work which is a 22 mile round trip using dual carriageways and country A roads and it’s been a joy. Having driven the car a few miles, it’s become obvious that it can run much better owing to the pinking, hesitation at low revs and a really unstable tickover. 

Wonderful sounding but running a little rough

After spending a few hours last Sunday afternoon, I had managed to deal with the fuelling issues. It was noted that the idle speed was set up wrong, the throttle cable was too tight, the advance vacuum pipe was not connected and four out the total of eight nuts securing the brace of SU HIF carbs were loose to the point that you could see the washers joggling around on tick over – not good! 

One of the four loose carburettor securing nuts

The CO2 mixture was also very weak but, thanks to a slight tweaking, the engine now has a wonderful smooth idle with fantastic burble from the stainless steel tailpipe. Virtually all of its low speed hesitation has now gone - I simply can’t wait for Keith to return and feel the difference. Some other under-bonnet items also gave cause for concern, including loose low tension spindle nuts on the coil and a very bad fitting ignition amplifier plug connector. 

The spark plugs were removed and found to be in good shape with only a good clean up being required. Driving the car now is, without doubt, an absolute joy. Admiring glances and smiles of approval when sitting at pedestrian crossings just add to the experience of the SD1 - a head turning car back in the 70s and still commanding the same response from the public some 34 years later. Even if you cryogenically froze Jack Carter, the SD1 3500 is still a whole lot cooler! 

I’m just waiting for the radiator from Rimmer Bros to arrive, then I’m off to the breaker’s yard to source a suitable donor car for a decent electric cooling fan. 

Watch this space…

Polish Rover SD1

Mike Humble gives Rover a new home…

As Keith Adams packs his toothbrush for his epic journey to New Zealand, his pet Rover is now safely in its temporary new kennel in leafy West Sussex. The drive to Horsham was a fun one. You can imagine the joy and laughter I had switching on the wipers every time I went to signal on a roundabout or road junction thanks to the period wrong way round column stalks!

I have not received so much attention since I owned one of the very last Triumph Dolomite 1850s. Heading for home at a steady trundle, passing cars would slow down and look in wonder as they passed. Driving into Horsham past a busy retail park one driver even tooted his horn at me – lovely stuff!

Keith's Rover arrives safely in Horsham

Keith has asked me to do a little bit of fettling on the old girl while she’s in my care. One of the major jobs on the list is to fit a new radiator (courtesy of Rimmer Bros) and hopefully sort out the painful sounding viscous coupling on the cooling fan.

….More updates coming soon!

Old knackers, Polish Rover SD1

Keith Adams  

Driving the Polski-Rover 3500 is fun - but, looking at this picture, it's clear that UK roadsides are a digusting looking place. For my country, I apologise!

IT’S GOOD to know that there’s some love for my Polski-Rover out there. Whenever I take it out onto the mean streets of Eastern England, it’s met with smiles and comments from quite a few other drivers out there – something that has never happened to me before. 

However, as mentioned in previous blogs, the old girl is expected to work for a living and, on a number of occasions, it’s been pressed into service as my work hack. Luckily, turning up to Octane magazine jobs in a mass-produced old Rover is no problem at all as the car now seems to be viewed by just about everyone as an all-time classic – the Maserati specialist I visited last week commented that ‘they were great cars and have aged so well’ and that seems to be typical. That’s good. 

Of course, there have been further problems. The viscous coupling is now shrieking in a most unseemly manner, while the cooling system has finally cried enough. A quick run back from Rimmer Bros last week had it dumping the remains of its fluid on my garage floor in disgust. 

In the past, I might have let that get me down, but I know these are issues associated with driving a car that’s been stood for the best part of five years so I’ll be carrrying on and getting the bits fixed as and when I need to. 

I’m hoping that, by the summer, it’ll be good enough for me to use for a  tour of Europe. Wish me luck!

Old knackers, Polish Rover SD1

Keith Adams 

Following a nice day out at Longbridge yesterday, I decided it was time to stop ignoring all those little cosmetic issues that my Polski-Rover has and get them sorted once and for all. 

Don’t worry – by that I don’t mean that it’s rusting or has picked up some nasty stonechips – but what has been niggling me (and you, judging from the feedback I’ve had) is the lack of a bonnet badge, the incorrect door mirrors and the hubcaps, all of which are missing their centre caps. 

The mirrors had been bothering me the most and, considering the rarity of the rubber items used on the original SD1, I thought it might be a case of living with them for quite some time. Except that the day I rolled up into the office for the first time in my new car, colleague Mark Dixon, produced a brand new one from a fresh Unipart box. Wow. 

Of course, one isn’t good enough really so, after posting a notice on the Rover SD1 Owners’ Club forum asking for one, fellow member Tim Leech shouted that he had one. And so, that’s why at Longbridge yesterday, he’s coming up to me with another fresh Unipart box in his hand, saying ‘here you go’. Wow again. 

So, it seemed churlish of me not to fit them. And you know what, despite my reservations, I love them. So, thanks guys for being so generous. Karma is a great thing and it’s nice when something nice like that happens to me… 

Boxes filled with joy...

The bonnet badge was also a problem. The Poles had lost the original and, when restoring the bonnet, they decided to fill the mounting holes with brass. Not good when you need to fit a new badge. Anyway, in the end, I removed the fixing pins from the back and trim-taped the elegant looking skeletal badge to the front of my car. Again, I haven’t particularly missed it, but now it’s on, I think it looks great. 

The hubcaps – again – have their correct badges in the middle and look great all polished up. 

My car now therefore looks complete. Those missing items may not have been any real significance but, now they’re on, the magnificence of Bache’s design stands up under even the closest scrutiny. 

Speaking to people at the Pride of Longbridge show yesterday, it’s clear that there are many who have been delighted to see my old SD1 restored to (more than) its original glory. And to see the delight in show-goers’ eyes when they saw the car gave me real pleasure indeed. I hope it’s also inspired a few of you to follow suit… 

See you at the next one! 

Polski-Rover has the correct mirrors now!

Old knackers, Polish Rover SD1

Sam Skelton

Polski-Rover at Pride of Longbridge

My very first memory, earlier even than family events such as holidays and birthdays, is of my father’s old SD1 Vanden Plas. A V8 automatic Series 2 in Moonraker metallic, it imprinted itself firmly upon first my young retinas and later my developing mind. I am sure that this car is responsible for my love not only of British Leyland, but of cars in general. Since these memories, maybe from the age of four, I have longed to drive an SD1 V8. And I didn’t think my chance would come until I was at an age when I could insure one.

I tried doing so. On the Skelton ‘Cars I talked of Buying’ list there is an SD1. A Vanden Plas EFi that was being sold locally by a friend. I was close to enquiring before I got an insurance quotation. Suffice it to say I was given a miserably expensive quote and so thought that losing my SD1 virginity would have to wait – that or I’d have to start with a smaller engined version. However, I’d reckoned without Keith Adams.

Keith is, as I’m sure readers of the site know, a huge British Leyland fan, who has recently had his V8 Series 1 restored in Poland. He’s also a generous and big-hearted chap, who knew of my reasons for loving SD1s. I was discussing SD1s with him last year and he commented “Play your cards right, and you can have a go in mine when it comes back.” And so it was that on the 17th April 2010 I found myself behind the wheel of a V8 Rover, about to realise the ambition of some thirteen and a half years.

The first thing to strike me as I closed the door was that it’s a wide car. A very wide car. My mother had commented that upon passing her test and getting straight into an SD1 2300, it felt like an airliner – such was the feeling of width in the cabin. I mocked her when she first told me, but she wasn’t far off the mark – the handbrake was a fair way over to my left, as was the gearstick. I turned the key and felt a slight shiver down my spine as the big Buick V8 burbled into life. In gear, and off we went.

So what’s it like? I’d append ‘on the road’ but I was in Cofton Park. Well, first impressions were favourable. Looking down the creased and sculptured bonnet, which I had long admired from all angles but this, I felt that the SD1 disproved the old adage that one should never meet one’s heroes. It’s very much my kind of car. Big, quite lazy, yet with the feeling that had I put my foot down it would have gone like a scalded cat. The steering was assisted to the point of feeling easy, yet retaining plenty of feel – and I also relished my first go with a quartic wheel. There was only really one fly in the ointment – Keith mentioned that there was a screeching fan bearing, which seemed at it’s worst when letting in the clutch. Having not driven a manual any great distance since passing my driving test (I’m a convert to the lazy life an automatic brings), there was the constant nagging question in the back of my head – was the noise my lack of competence or the bearing?

Pulling back up beside Keith, I switched off the rumbling V8, and emerged from the Pendelican powerhouse a far happier man. As I shook his hand, I thanked him for helping me realise an almost lifelong dream. Would I have one? As a hobby car, of course I would. Like a shot. But as a daily, I don’t think I’d dare to. I’d forever be hoping that tomorrow wasn’t to be the day that the V8 rumble became somehow ordinary, or the day upon which I stopped feeling childishly thrilled at the thought I had my own SD1. Given the fond memories I associate with them, I’d rather the magic remained.

Don’t let that stop you, though…

Old knackers, Polish Rover SD1, Uncategorized