UPDATE // 19-OCT-2023
I'm not really sure where to start. I've kind of lost track of where things are at with #165! In fact, with life and cars in general! The reality is that cars have been quite low on the priority list for the last 18 months, and will remain so for the foreseeable, but I also thought that a cheeky little update would not go amiss. That's not to say I haven't been able to enjoy one or other of my cars; heck, they are very much a release and afford me a level of freedom and enjoyment that has worked wonders in terms of well-being.
Please forgive my lack of creative writing and, no doubt, numerous grammatical errors and smelling pistakes. I'm absolutely knackered writing this and feel emptier than my GT4's fuel tank after a 250-mile blast around the hills and valleys of Wales.
I'm still very much 50/50 whether or not I want to keep #165. On the plus side, it's now driving very well after Mick (Diamond Motors) was able to identify, and fix, some corrosion/sensor issues with the engine loom a short while back. The only problem I've had since then was an EML due to a failing O2 sensor. No biggie and easily sorted. So yeah, #165 is driving well, the engine feels lively and strong, and it is undoubtedly a lot of fun to drive. The amusing thing is that I've probably put more miles on it in the last few months than I have over the last decade! Whilst they haven't all been "fun" miles (commuting and hospital runs), an awful lot of them have been for the sheer pleasure of it. So it's not all bad.
What to do, what to do... and that's the problem, isn't it? The Trophy continues to age, parts are expensive and difficult to source (if you can find them at all), and maintenance headaches and bills become larger and more frequent. And then you go and jump in it, enjoy a superb drive on some amazing roads, and find yourself sucked back into that lovely, warm place as the Trophy continues to deliver the driving thrills that belie its vintage.
That's what happened last weekend. I won't lie, I was very much in need of a driving weekend and the weather forecast for both Saturday and Sunday was perfect for a bit of warm, autumnal sunshine driving. I flipped a coin to ultimately decide which car to take out on each day and, first up, it was hot-hatch Saturday (I won't bore you here with the content of Sunday's sports car drive).
Enough incoherent waffle, here are a few snaps. Talking of waffle... you can't beat a good drive out with a quality cuppa and a huge slice of diabetes (no disrespect to my diabetic friends out there).
As long as you didn't look too closely, #165 looked "kinda" ok.
I expect a few people are familiar with this part of Wales (or this section of road).
And there we have it, #165 is alive and well. Although I fully expect I've just b*ggered it up by uttering those very words. It needs a lot of TLC to bring it back to a standard I'm happy with. There is the list of outstanding work that I want to complete from over a year ago and that has had to take a back seat, plus there are other bits and pieces that have cropped up, too. The most important things are that a) it seems to be running very well, b) it has been reliable, and c) the rust gremlins are staying away. Inside, the interior is in fabulous condition and the seats look like new. Of course, the steering wheel has melted and a new wheel was on the todo list. Oh yes, and the gear gator base (plastic clip) has snapped meaning that each gear change is now accompanied by a flapping gearstick gator and a view into the workings of the gearshift mechanism! I will either look to buy new (if I can get the part) or just ghetto fix with some careful centre console removal and self-tapping screws.
I'm sure there are things I've missed, but that's the lot for now. I am tired and I need to put a couple of hours into Starfield before I go to bed.