THEY saw me coming, didn’t they? Compulsive Heap Purchasing Disorder (CHPD) strikes again!
In the same way that some people can’t help themselves but take a peek when driving past a motorway accident, I find myself always taking a closer look when passing my local purveyor of sub-£1000 motors. Most of his stock is made up of the usual fare of middle-aged hatchbacks and youngish Korean appliances. One and all, under a grand.
He seems to do vigorous trade, though, as every time I go past, there’s a new selection of cars in there. I think during the time I’ve lived where I do, he’s had every Rover R8 model in that you can think of… and for that reason alone, it’s always worth going in for look. That was what took me in there this evening – I saw a nice H-plate 416GSi as I drove past, and thought to myself ‘I love R8s, so why not adopt another one…’
I saw a nice H-plate 416GSi as I drove
past, and thought to myself ‘I love
R8s, so why not adopt another one…’
However, as I wandered up, I saw it… an XX-style 800 sitting on Vitesse alloys. Wow. Worth a closer look. Walk round to the back – twin exhausts, and – Bingo! – a Vitesse badge. Excitement mounting – could it possibly be a manual? I took a look… Yes! I almost punched the air with glee! A British Racing Green, V6 Vitesse, with a manual gearbox, and small bumpers… and best of all, a price tag of £295…
A quick drive round the block to confirm it worked followed by some tough negotiating – and ten minutes later, I became the proud owner of an 827 Vitesse.
It looks like a shed, with dull and faded paint – but I know we can fix that. It has a rusty wheelarch – but, so what… It’s a Vitesse, dagnabbit!
So, there you go… how not to buy a car.
No doubt, I’ll be posting more on here, as the horrible truth emerges.
What is it with me and stray cars?