We were wrong – Scrappage didn’t wipe out the smokey Jaguar. Trainee Publicans across the nation rejoice!
Admittedly sub-£1000 bangers are getting thin on the ground today, but gems like this Jaguar XJ still appear every now and then. What’s not to like? Nine months’ MoT, XKR alloy wheels (and, rather strangely, two of the correct alloys in a metre square ballast bag on the back seat…), the Irish cherished registration and no real major body damage. Okay, so it was last washed using a scourer, but what do you expect for £800 or near offer?
With £700 in crumpled £50 notes and RAC stored as Speed Dial 1 in your mobile the world is your oyster…
Unfortunately, the wedding ring I own precluded me from making the fateful call. I never got the chance to squeeze the keys and watch most of the central door locking motors release as I stickily shuffled into the gummy leather and wondered just why the previous owner had grasped the wheel while eating a kebab.
Hopefully, as I slowly opened each eye maybe the instruments would only show one or two warning lights; the unimportant ones – low washer fluid, ABS failure, that little engine one with the exclamation mark on it. Then the moment of truth – IGNITION! Followed by ‘popping’ the bonnet to get the jump leads on (of course, trying to go direct to the battery via the boot lid that was ‘working earlier’ is just foolish).
Nope, I never did discover whether this once proud feline pulled like a Carthorse or a three-pot Corsa, but go on, give the number a ring and leave me a reply about how you got on.