A Midwinter Drive, a Wash, and General Musings
17-Jan-2026
Trophy #165 continues to deliver and frustrate, although there are far more positives than negatives!
I probably sound like a broken record but (a) too bad, and (b) some things are worth shouting about!
Due to #165 being used pretty much daily (or certainly every other day or so) I hadn't, perhaps, realised how tired its underpinnings had become. It still felt great to drive, and I had no issues whatsoever during the Welsh Weekender, yet I am as pleased as punch in terms of the difference the minor suspension component refresh has made. This Renault-relic has absolutely no right to feel like this.
With the weather bearing its teeth and freezing weather a regular visitor, #165's stablemates have largely been sat warming the benches. Looking on with a hint of jealousy as they see Mrs SharkyUK, or myself, reaching for the Trophy's keys
yet again. They will get their turn, but now is not the time. Capsicum Red/Pink is the order of the day. #165 does
not fear the salt and grit. And also has a friendly and local detailer on hand.
As work is still evading me, I am continuing to enjoy my random and regular coffee runs. Let's not paint a picture of pure driving nirvana, though; this is a Renault Clio of age after all. And the signs are there. On the plus side, the oil level issue appears to have fixed itself. No longer is the dash alerting me to the fact that I have no oil. The gremlins must have become bored. Or maybe they just on to the "next thing". Indeed, those very dashboard-dwellers have decided to have some fun with my tachometer/rev counter. A veritable dashboard-dweller disco nonetheless. A treat for my eyes as the lights appear on, then off, then on, and then off... to the beat of some inaudible disco beat. It's not a major thing. I can live without it as long as all other lights are fine. The rev counter is no substitute for feeling and the ears.
Alas, the (above) pictured coffee run did highlight the fact that I was in need of new front tyres. I was hoping they might see me through the winter but, and quite sensibly, it wasn't worth taking the risk. They were approaching the wear markers and were increasingly struggling for grip when applying a liberal dose of right foot. A few days later and #165 was shod in a fresh set of rubber, Michelin PS5 for those who enjoy the details. I don't normally run mismatched tyres front axle and rear, but the rear PS3s still have 6mm+ on them. I figured I would use them this way (PS5 front axle, PS3 rear axle) over the winter whilst driving is generally slower and less enthusiastic. As much as this feisty little car likes to "egg one on", I can and do respect the laws of physics by which we are bound, and generally take things a little steadier. You could say I drive Caerphilly. Fnar fnar, local joke there. Sorry. Naturally, the change of rubber made quite the difference once I had put a few miles on and scrubbed them in. And dropped the tyre pressures to something more sensible!
Upon returning from another drive out recently, I discovered a new rattle that my ears had not registered before. The source was from somewhere low and at the rear. It wasn't the usual flatulence. Surely, it couldn't be the brand new exhaust mounts/inserts that I had just purchased and had fitted? Of course it was those flippin' things! Both inserts had popped completely out and the exhaust was pretty much bouncing off the rear subframe and axle. It did not sound great, and I was a little concerned as to the unnecessary strain this was putting on the exhaust itself. Thankfully, it was quite an easy fix. A quick twist of the stereo volume dial, up to 14 or louder, and the awful knocking sound vanished. I'm all for quick and easy fixes.
Joking aside, I had a bit of a secret weapon when it came to getting the exhaust hung and back in place. Sure enough, I returned home in the car, pulled on the driveway, and parked up in front of the garage. I stepped carefully out of the car, so as not to slip on the now freezing driveway as temperatures plummeted well south of zero degrees C, and fetched a couple of mats and tools from the garage. And a large rubber mallet. Treading gingerly, I chocked the car and put the mats in place, ensuring easy access to the rear. I then grabbed a couple of tools, and passed them down to the guy who was half under my Trophy. I also offered words of encouragement whilst speaking directly to his legs.
My weapon was a good friend who was visiting for a few days. I don't mean he's a weapon in
that sense. I mean he's a weapon as in he's pretty useful with the spanners and mallet! A huge thanks to Ryan for his time and mechanical nous. Very much appreciated. The last time I worked under my car I ended up with a broken rib. Sod that, Ryan's ribs are younger than mine and he has longer to heal.
All this midwinter driving results in a rather impressive build-up of road grime. As readers may well be aware, I quite enjoy washing my cars when I get the opportunity to do so. But not when the snow is falling and the temperatures are cold enough to have one's pickled onions scurrying into the warmth of one's abdomen.
Luckily, a new friend happens to have his own detailing business. And lives around the corner (figuratively speaking). Why should I suffer the ills of winter when I can pay for someone else to suffer instead? Mates rates, naturally. Just kidding - I always pay my share of the bill. It was only a quick 'n' easy maintenance wash and I mainly wanted to get the road grime and detritus removed.
Not too shabby for an old hot-hatch that gets used and enjoyed.
Of course, it started raining withing two minutes of the car being dried...
Onwards to the next adventure.