07 Nissan Skyline 350GT - old car Nazi buys MODERN motor
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I had a look at this Jag at a dealer's near Maidenhead. Not bad at all, and the bloke might perhaps take 5 for it. I did not buy it, as something else has caught my eye.
https://www.aspirecars.co.uk/used-cars/jaguar-xk8-...
https://www.aspirecars.co.uk/used-cars/jaguar-xk8-...
OK, I was thinking of spaffing on an Interceptor (I have had two before and LERRRRVE them), but really they are now too old to be used as dailies, and from April I will need a long range fast cruiser/car to show up to meetings in, so head ruled heart for the first time in ever (sort of), and I bought a bargain priced 2009 Jag XK (normally aspirated five litre V8, six speed switchable auto with flippy paddles) with 71,000 miles and ALL TEH TOYS. Looks like new. Goes fast. Steams up in shonky British fashion. Price well below book price. Tax is 570, insurance 550, does 24 MPG.
It is a camper van for going to festivals in, and waaaaaay better than a VW Bay van.
Faster, more spacious, and super rare. It has a reliable two litre O Series engine with an SU carburetor, a bombproof four speed gearbox, disc brakes on the front, a pop up roof, a cooker, a fridge, and room inside for two to camp in comfort, four at a pinch. It has done 102000 miles and is not very rusty. I love it!
Faster, more spacious, and super rare. It has a reliable two litre O Series engine with an SU carburetor, a bombproof four speed gearbox, disc brakes on the front, a pop up roof, a cooker, a fridge, and room inside for two to camp in comfort, four at a pinch. It has done 102000 miles and is not very rusty. I love it!
Edited by anonymous-user on Tuesday 31st December 20:01
So far I love it. It is basically a modern Jensen Interceptor that does everything that an Interceptor does, but is way better, safer, and a good deal greener. It really can do 25 MPG. It can also go ridiculously fast and it makes a cool sound. It does not handle as well as a Porsche or a Lotus would, but it handles well enough. It has Jaggy haunches. It has comedy Britishness such as a bad demister and a totes dodgy parking radar. This particular one seems well cared for and is unmarked. Its computer says that the car needs new brake pads soon. Three of the MEGAPHAT enormotyres are Dunlops, one is a Nexen. I will mortgage my Mum to buy a fourth Dunlop at, no doubt, a zillion quid a corner. The car has a very modern and groovy interior - no wood, all metal and alcantara and stitchy leather, but lots of light from OK sized windows. The cylindrical gear selector rises up from the console when you start the car. It has a stupidly complicated touch screen that has a zillion functions that I have not read up on yet. The seats and steering wheel are pointlessly heated. The 97-speaker sound system is BANGIN CHOONZE YO. Me likee!
Nissan News: With just one month to go at the outpost, I'm short, dudes, so no volunteering for patrols . Four and a bit more weeks and sin loi, mofos.
Thus I have sold the car for a cheap deal to the receptionist at my office, discounting the price (1) because of the mahoosive dents that might cost 1000 to 2000 USD to fix, and (2) because she is low paid, and dependent for transport for her child on her abusive ex, so the car will help her to have less to do with him.
I am hooning the car like a loon in the meantime, but notice that the three dire cheapo tyres, and the low tread on the one remaining good tyre, are making it a bit wahoo in corners. It still flies up the steep hills, however. I shall give it a wash and clear the dead Russians from the boot before handover on 31 March.
I wanted to SORN the Jag, but the dealer has not updated DVLA (he denies this, I don't believe him).
In other news, for reasons of pure sentiment, to do with my late father, I am contemplating the purchase of a Princess. Don't @ me! My dad's company Princess (he was working for Michael Edwardes in BL at the time) was in fact a comfortable, smooth, and reliable motor. In it I went to and from my university entrance interview, and on the way back from the interview heard the news of John Lennon's murder. The car also took me to start at university the following October. So, as I say, don't @ me!
Thus I have sold the car for a cheap deal to the receptionist at my office, discounting the price (1) because of the mahoosive dents that might cost 1000 to 2000 USD to fix, and (2) because she is low paid, and dependent for transport for her child on her abusive ex, so the car will help her to have less to do with him.
I am hooning the car like a loon in the meantime, but notice that the three dire cheapo tyres, and the low tread on the one remaining good tyre, are making it a bit wahoo in corners. It still flies up the steep hills, however. I shall give it a wash and clear the dead Russians from the boot before handover on 31 March.
I wanted to SORN the Jag, but the dealer has not updated DVLA (he denies this, I don't believe him).
In other news, for reasons of pure sentiment, to do with my late father, I am contemplating the purchase of a Princess. Don't @ me! My dad's company Princess (he was working for Michael Edwardes in BL at the time) was in fact a comfortable, smooth, and reliable motor. In it I went to and from my university entrance interview, and on the way back from the interview heard the news of John Lennon's murder. The car also took me to start at university the following October. So, as I say, don't @ me!
My dad's Princess dealt well with vast snows when driving me back for my second term at university in January 1982. My Dad stayed the night in my as yet not arrived room mate's bunk, because the conditions were too harsh for the drive home, and in the morning my Dad finally believed my tales of a half centimetre thick layer of ice on the mirror over the washbasin (imagine a set of three quite large, very drafty old rooms "heated" by a single tiny electric bar heater, on which it was expressly and strictly forbidden by Order of the Dean to make toast using a twisted wire coat hanger as a grill rack*).
Returning to College again after Easter that year, I recall my dad being justifiably annoyed as I started the drive from home very hung over, and somewhere near Warwick I vomited extravagantly out of the front passenger window, but the carroty plume blew back in through the open rear window. Yuk.
I shall email the vendor of the Princess. I might even put a deposit down on it.
* Toast was made by this method approximately 50 times each day, in every student room - it is astonishing that the place, which had a lot of old dry wood in its structure, and wood panels in the rooms, never burned down.
Returning to College again after Easter that year, I recall my dad being justifiably annoyed as I started the drive from home very hung over, and somewhere near Warwick I vomited extravagantly out of the front passenger window, but the carroty plume blew back in through the open rear window. Yuk.
I shall email the vendor of the Princess. I might even put a deposit down on it.
* Toast was made by this method approximately 50 times each day, in every student room - it is astonishing that the place, which had a lot of old dry wood in its structure, and wood panels in the rooms, never burned down.
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