Thursday, March 26, 2015

Maybe an Alfa

Almost a year ago. Lying in a hospital bed. Minus one end of a left foot toe. Amputated.

So, there I was, staring at the ceiling, wondering not only if I'd walk again but also if I'd ever drive again or ride a motorbike again (a fully functioning left foot comes in handy for operating the clutch in a car and for changing gear on a motorcycle).

I was a worried man.

Luckily, about a week later, I left hospital having been assured by the chief medic that, despite having stitches in my foot, I should be able to drive home, no problem. And he was right too. However, the damage had been done. The seed of uncertainty had been planted in the cars and bikes section of my brain. I decided to ditch my car with its manual gearbox and get an auto, just in case another problem arose with my left foot.

My post-op medication consisted of three pills to be taken daily. One of these little horrors had the side effect of causing my foot to swell up due to water retention, or whatever. This meant none of my shoes fitted. However, I modified an old sandal which I managed to squeeze into. Attired thus, I was just about able to drive, though operating the clutch was a bit of a challenge. The search for an auto became a priority. But should I go for a big sporty auto such as a Jaguar or Audi, or a little economical runaround such as a Twingo or Civic? As usual, I couldn't really decide. And then, of course, there's the prickly problem of budgetry constraints.

My search for an auto became an obsession. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. I lost count of the cars I nearly went for. By this time the pill that caused my foot expansion had been swapped for another which reduced the swelling so my shoes fitted again. Gear changing worries took a back seat as foot problem memories faded from my mind. Then the search for a car took a new direction. Instead of looking for a boring old auto, I decided to look for a proper driver's car. Possibly an Alfa Romeo. Maybe one with that fabulous six cylinder, 3.2 litre, Busso engine (Google it - it's a cracker). After all, I'm in my late sixties and I can't have that many driving years left, so why not have one final fling? Good brief, huh?

Meanwhile, almost unnoticed, my faithful runaround, the Citroen ZX, 1.4 litre, cheapo dogwagon, was being as reliable as ever. Strange; you only really notice a car when it goes wrong, not when it goes right. It suddenly dawned on me that this boring little car was a winner in every respect, apart from providing sheer driving pleasure, or whatever it is that Alfa drivers rave about. So maybe if and when I get an Alfa (or whatever) I'd be well advised to keep the ZX. That way I could use the ZX for trips to the local supermarket etc. and use the Alfa for longer trips and Sunday drives.

Looking back, I must have checked out hundreds of possible contenders on the Leboncoin website. Almost bought an immaculate, low mileage, Mercedes 190e auto from a chap down Nice way. And a stunning Audi A4 auto from someone up north. But in both cases I chickened out at the last moment, unconvinced that a 'sensible' auto was really what I wanted. I also looked at a few 'mini' autos such as a Renault 5 and a VW Polo but turned 'em down. Then there was an Alfa 166 with a 3 litre (alas, not a 3.2) engine that I almost went for but decided against at the last moment due to Alfa reliability and cambelt worries. Another Alfa I almost bought was a 147 in excellent nick with low miles being sold by a small-time dealer up Montlucon way. Decided against it though. Bit pricey for me at almost €6k. Another car I went to see was a fab, low mileage, auto, Ford Scorpio with V6, 2.9 litre, Cosworth engine. Drove well in a wafting sort of manner but some reliability issues which I discovered on the internet put me off.

Then I spotted a belter: a one owner, auto, Merc 190e with just 27k kms in very good condition being advertised by a small-time dealer (there are a lot in France) up near Laval up north. Phoned the dealer and said I'd be up there by teatime. Drove there (took seven hours) and arrived at 5pm. By 5.10 I knew it was a wasted journey. Apparently it had been owned by a lady down near Biarritz. She's died and the car had been parked up for a couple of years. Sea air had caused rust and corrosion in the engine bay. And probably underneath. Walked away. Booked into a hotel overnight and drove back home the next day.

Then, as is often the case in a motor hunt, disappointment is followed by elation. I spotted a gem. A low mileage, 6 cylinder, 2 litre, manual gearbox, BMW 320i with a main dealer service history being advertised locally at nearby Egletons by a car-mad gendarme with a young family who wanted to replace it with a 'family' car. Saw it that afternoon and did the deal. Collected it a few days later. That was just over a week ago. No regrets. The search for the perfect driver's car for someone with a limited budget (I allowed €5k but only spent 3) had lasted a year. But I got there in the end.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Garage... ish.

When the snows come, my car or cars have to be dug out before hitting the road. This is a laborious process that results in frostbitten fingers, soggy clothing, much hollering of expletive deleteds and, more often than not, a crippling sense of failure as one admits defeat and returns indoors without having got anywhere near achieving vehicular movement. When it snows up these here parts it's best to stay indoors and forget about driving anywhere, unless, of course, one has a garage or car port. Then, at least, it's that bit easier to hop into the car and get it moving. Er, after firstly clearing the snow from the pathway to the road (the road is generally clear thanks to the efforts of the council workers). A pic of what I'm on about...


Having endured this state of affairs for about ten winters, I eventually got planning permission to build a car port. I would have preferred a garage but, due to the house being within spitting distance of the church, we were advised that such a structure may be considered an offensive eyesore to churchgoers and that a simple lean-to thingy would be more likely to be approved by the powers that be. However, it was stipulated that the structure had to be wooden and constructed in a traditional way. I was advised that the chap to build the thing would be Pierre, the local woodman and brother of neighbour Christian. To cut a long story short, his estimate was okayed and he eventually started work on building the thing. A bit later it was almost finished just as the first snows arrived. A couple of weeks ago Pierre finished the job by putting up the guttering. Job well done. We haven't yet had the thing approved by whoever has to approve these thingies, but I remain optimistic despite the somewhat less than visually pleasing cement supports that were a late addition in order to solve the problem of building on a slope.







Winter 2014/15

When I recently dug out the camera after a longish period of photographic inactivity, I discovered some snaps of an autumnal stroll with wee Jocky (see earlier posting) together with a few taken back in January when the snows came. Or was it early February? Anyways, here we are, almost in April, with winter apparently behind us, enjoying the daffodils and longer evenings of early springtime, when, surprise, surprise, more snow arrives. The stuff fell last night. About three inches. Took some snaps but can't be arsed to load 'em up 'cos they look much the same as those taken earlier. However, am pleased to say that it's now melted away and, hopefully, springtime can continue springing. 








Autumn 2014

Haven't used the camera much recently. Dug it out the other day and downloaded the snaps. Some were taken up at the military area high in the hills where I took Jock for a little stroll last Autumn. Didn't realise it at the time but it would be one of Jock's last walks away from home territory. Also, I didn't realise the poor wee blighter was quite ill. Just thought he was slowing down due to old age. Anyways, parked up on the high point and was about to take a photo of the distant Auvergne mountains when there was a loud explosion. Military manoeuvres. A bomb had gone off. Took a snap of the resultant smoke cloud, hopped back in the car and headed back to a quieter area for our little stroll. Ah, Jocky liked his walks. So did Sprocket. And I'm pleased to say they had some damn fine bits of country to potter about in, both in the UK and in France.





Friday, January 2, 2015

Jock

Jock passed away in the early hours of this morning. Our grief and sense of loss is only matched by the joy and happiness he gave us over his lifetime. Thanks mate. Miss you.


Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas

I was intending to do a Christmas day bloggeau complete with a few autumn photos but, as usual, what with one thing and another, I sort of ran out of time. Am now just about to watch the Queen's speech on telly before hurtling downstairs to knock up smoked salmon with scrambled eggs followed by chicken with spuds, sprouts, carrots, bread sauce and gravy followed by mince pies, ice cream and lychees. Ooh, it's all go.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Summer

Nearly September. Evenings are drawing in. Sun's heading south down that western horizon at sundown. Summer's almost over. Hasn't been a good 'un. Few sunny days but nothing special. Might be something to do with that mild winter we had. Normally summer and winter are pretty extreme. But not this year. Seem to recall that summer sort of began back in May with a few thunderstorms. One particularly noisy one blew up my laptop. And the livebox thingy. Luckily the local computery man managed to rescue my old hard drive (whatever that is) and load it into the new laptop so all was not entirely lost. Hard to believe but it's taken 'til now for me to work out how to load photos onto this new laptop. Actually Georgie did it. So, correction - it's taken 'til now for Georgie to tear herself away from her work and spend ten minutes solving the mystery of my photo loading system. All perfectly simple to her but clear as mud to moi. So..., have now loaded up, er, downloaded, the batch of photos that I took at odd moments throughout the summer. Probably boring as hell to anyone reading this gubbins but sort of interesting to me. Never ceases to fascinate me how the simple view out front changes with the weather and light.