A Man Must Have a Code

A twitter chat with car connoisseur Dickie over @ Wheels on Toast this afternoon got me thinking about my recent car history. This pic shows the last French car I ever owned and the second to last car I’ve owned which wasn’t derived from either German or Japanese engineering descent. You see, shortly after owning this 106 GTi, I employed a code borne of the need to be as a efficient with my car based transport as possible whilst enduring my bangernomics phase – this code was simple – future cars need to be Japanese or German (and under £500 when the bangernomics era was involved). It’s a policy which has served me well the last seven years or so and to that end it’s one I may persevere with for the forseeable.

Built like a tank this old Audi Coupe of mine was a perfect bangernomics motor

It’s not that I don’t like cars engineered elsewhere, in fact the GTi pictured was probably one of the best drivers cars I’ve ever owned. On top of that it never skipped a beat – I bought it on 40k miles and did over 30k in the little thing often revving the tits off it and one spirited drive even involved a 540 degree lift-off oversteer induced spin around a roundabout – and what did the little Pug ask for throughout all this? Merely a clutch at 70k, which is about the going rate for these little Frenchies. So why haven’t I owned a French car since? Why the German/Jap policy? Well aside from the fact I’ve been an Audi fan since my Dad owned a string of 80s Coupes and I’ve always respected the quality of Japanese engineering I also reckon I got lucky with my 106…..

Due to my trouble free time with the GTi I encouraged my girlfriend to get one, she loved how mine drove and got herself a tidy phase 2 with half leather in the same colour as my old one (I was in a diesel Focus at this time due to work commitments which later went pop). But alas it was a devilish machine determined to ruin her faith in cars….. Soon after the purchase it developed an infuriating fault where it would just cut out – engine off, no power steering, no servo’d breaks…. nothing. It would also struggle to fire up again and my better half was often left wrestling with unassisted steering and wooden feeling brakes mid-corner desperately trying to avoid traffic, kerbs, bollards etc… It wouldn’t be so bad if the fault could have been traced but we tried all the obvious things like idle control valves, air flow meters so decided to send it to the people who made it, if anyone can sort it surely Peugeot can?

Nope. they had it three separate times and couldn’t work out what was going on. Two independent garages tried and also failed and our hatred of the poor engineering involved in French cars was spawned. It was now an unfixable piece of shit, destined to cut out on you when you least expected it. So it was promptly traded in for peanuts and a shiny Civic Type R replaced it. We’ve not owned a car that wasn’t Japanese or German since and never again experienced an issue that wasn’t solvable.

A man must have a code……

The Civic Type R went on to be much more reliable than the Pug
The Civic Type R went on to be much more reliable than the Pug

Crooky on the Hot Pepperjelly

Summer in Bude

The waves have returned this week after a flat spell which drenched us in sunshine for most of the month. It’s done wonders for the water temp, I surfed this wedgey little swell in my 3/2 and it’s probably the warmest I’ve felt out in the water in the UK.

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Had some short but sweet rides on my 5’7 in Bude’s semi-closeout ramps, it’s good to have a dip to wash the cobwebs off! Going to take the Otta for a run out tomorrow I think.

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