When I can, where shall I?
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I still can't afford a TIV yet
but when I do manage to get one, where would I go to service my precious? I live in Wales nr Cardiff (Sort of) and I have heard that the main dealer here, (Mentioning no names cos I don't want to p**s Ted off before I even get a Tiv) that may now be independent is pretty expensive and the quality of work is not always up to scratch.
BTW I can't seem to find the TVRCC Wales site, is it down?

BTW I can't seem to find the TVRCC Wales site, is it down?
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I'm get me coat !!
You need it here.
Jonny, engine looked after by the guy who rebuilt it, DJE in Nuneaton.
Need a grease up (wait for it) thinking of Penninsular but I didn't know about the one in Cardiff. Might pop up there to see what its like. Pen have had the car before (previous ownership) and its in good nick. Comming up for a just over a years ownership so I should get it done soon.
>> Edited by JMorgan on Thursday 4th July 17:19
Ah, holidays in Wales. I remember it well.
Drove for about a week to get there, turned up at a campsite whereupon a Yorshireman directed us to a field.
Woken up early next morning by a horrendous racket: looked outside to find, on the other side of the fence, a plane with the throttles stuck open. We were at the end of the runway of Caernavon airport.
Next, we decided to take the kids to the beach, after passing through Llanfairpwll... you know.... for a photostop at the railway station. As you do.
The kids were happy to just dig in the sand, so wife and I decided that we'd take the dinghy out for a mess on. Bad idea. We sat there paddling like buggery towards the beach, but actually did about 20 knots sideways down the Menai Strait. We came ashore near some castle and put the dinghy in a bin.
Then, we went to a country park and were chased by the biggest swarm of buzzing insects in the world. Just when I thought we'd have to jump into a lake to avoid being stung to death, the swarm veered off and disappeared. Wife decided she needed a cuppa and a fag, so we found a tearoom... staffed by a Cockney and a Scouser. Car was broken into in Conwy; whenever we went into a local shop the staff pretended they couldn't speak English, and somebody drove a stolen car onto the bech next to the campsite and the tide wrecked it. We called the Police, and a Geordie answered the telephone.
Happy days...
W.
Drove for about a week to get there, turned up at a campsite whereupon a Yorshireman directed us to a field.
Woken up early next morning by a horrendous racket: looked outside to find, on the other side of the fence, a plane with the throttles stuck open. We were at the end of the runway of Caernavon airport.
Next, we decided to take the kids to the beach, after passing through Llanfairpwll... you know.... for a photostop at the railway station. As you do.
The kids were happy to just dig in the sand, so wife and I decided that we'd take the dinghy out for a mess on. Bad idea. We sat there paddling like buggery towards the beach, but actually did about 20 knots sideways down the Menai Strait. We came ashore near some castle and put the dinghy in a bin.
Then, we went to a country park and were chased by the biggest swarm of buzzing insects in the world. Just when I thought we'd have to jump into a lake to avoid being stung to death, the swarm veered off and disappeared. Wife decided she needed a cuppa and a fag, so we found a tearoom... staffed by a Cockney and a Scouser. Car was broken into in Conwy; whenever we went into a local shop the staff pretended they couldn't speak English, and somebody drove a stolen car onto the bech next to the campsite and the tide wrecked it. We called the Police, and a Geordie answered the telephone.
Happy days...
W.
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