Stopgap to keep the numbers up as Saably (54) has departed. Bought cheaply, mega miles. 25 miles in, rad needs replacing... Further issues tbc. Nice place to be though. Weird floor mounted accelerator pedal like a BMW or something. Basically means I can't drive below 30mph without kangarooing about like a twat.
A car I knew well 10 years ago. Time hasn't been all that kind to her, but she'll live again, I reckon. Sold on to a better home cos I was never going to get round to it, and it was full of massive spiders.
Unexpectedly brilliant. Bought cheaply from a trader as it was the only thing affordable within walking distance from my house on that day, and I needed a car that day. Was filthy, and had a few issues, now slightly cleaner, and has less issues. Flew through its MOT with grace and poise. Fun to rag about, and hopefully reliable enough, with its mitsubishi drive train.
Swapped it for my Felicia, and oh my god what a bag of shit. Nice enough car but it made a god awful noise from somewhere all the time, and then the headgasket went and it boiled over in the middle of Doncaster. Bridged.
I loved the idea of this, but by the time I'd got it home (from Scotland) I realised it was absolute shit. Then the head gasket went, so I swapped it for a Xsara, and then the head gasket went on that too. Bonus.
Wasn't bad, in theory. Suffered from having LPG thrust stright into a non-standard webber carb, with a K&N thingy sat on top, which meant it never ever got warm. Not helped by the previous owner wiring the electric rad fan with some electrical light flex, so that was always on as well. Didn't like it enough to get round to sorting it properly.
I bought this cos it was cheap, gas converted, looked nice, and everyone said Vectras were shite, so I figured I'd like it.
WRONG. Absolute shit box, horrible in every respect, and hated every second I spent in it. Which unfortunately was quite a lot until I managed to move it on, roughly a day after the V5 in my name came through the post.
Bought new by my gran who only drove it once a week, then my mum had it after gran died but never drove it, then I had it just to give it some use. Should have kept it. Done less than 20k. Sold to best mate, who recently sold it on.
This was fun. Chipped to fuck by a good friend with the right Saab-fettling equipment and knowledge, and with a snorty chav dump valve to scare elderlies with. Fucking ace, but couldn't afford to run it and needed money, so it went to a fellow saabist for £fuck all. I miss how mental it was, and how standard it looked. I don't really miss the way it went round corners though.
Proper modern shitter. Hoped it'd be like a new posh Xantia, but actually I didn't really like it. Then the aux belt ate itself and yanked a couple of pulleys out of line and sheared the air con compresser off, so it went on eBay.
Quite a nice thing, this, bit rare too. I was hoping it'd be the old white one again, but it never quite felt right, and then the rear suspension went through it's mount and I was moving house and had nowhere to work on it and no time, so off it went.
Woah! Eh? What's this? Spent more than I could afford on a super-frugal newish motor. Wasted on me really, but it went like shit of a stick, specially after it was chipped. Bought when I only needed a small car, so, of course, 3 months later I needed a big car again...
Bought for ex to learn to drive in, but never really made it that far. I fixed it up a bit, ragged about in it, then ended up scrapping it cos I couldn't give the fucker away. Doubtless it'd be worth ££££ now cos of shit old VW scene tax.
Ooh, look at me with my safe, modern, sensible vehicle. Basically bairn was on the way, so we wanted something uber safe and reliable. Didn't last, like, but I kept it ages for me. Maybe even more than a year. Was quite nice actually, and I still see it round town, gleaming and looking like new. Seems that posh paint sealant thing I used on it when I first had it has actually paid off. Bugger.
Lovely barge. Bought it with moving house in mind, and it did the job admirably. Automatic + full turbo, which meant it was a hoot to rag about, but averaged no more than 18mpg. Had it a while as well. Spendy. Lovely though. My dad had 2 J reg 9000s in the early 90s (one brand new, the other a year old) so it ticked me a lot of boxes. I'd have another if I found a way to divining petrol from my garden or sommat.
I don't like talking about this one either. Suffice to say I paid far too much for it, it was completely fucked, and although I did do my first ever head gasket changeon it, and water pump, it was still completely fucked with rust.
Not the best, but one of my favourite cars ever. Bought for under £100, ran for a year, sold at healthy profit when it failed it's test on loads of underneath rust. Manual boost control thingy fitted and played with. A hoot. Scared everyone who went in it. 225k when I bought it, 250k when I sold it, every mile of that featuring grin.
All these years on and I still don't like to talk about it. Bought from Leicester. Driven home - it turns out without any oil in. Blew up just short of Donnington Park services, from where it was towed to my house and never moved again in my ownership.