Rubbish cars you just bonded with
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I ran a Daewoo Matiz as a commuter etc when I had my first Elise. My commute at the time was 3 miles across a town so the Elise was wasted on doing it. We also needed something we could get at least a few things in the back of as my wife had an SLK at the time.
I absolutely adored it and found that when we traded it in for a Focus estate a couple of years later the Focus was incredibly dusty inside and it got right in my eyes as I drove out of the dealer past the Matiz.
Heroic little car that sounded like half a 911 played through a tinny speaker, taught me again how precious momentum is when you have that little power and achieved some great feats of derring do. One day, it and I moved a whole pallet of bricks (in many many trips).
I absolutely adored it and found that when we traded it in for a Focus estate a couple of years later the Focus was incredibly dusty inside and it got right in my eyes as I drove out of the dealer past the Matiz.
Heroic little car that sounded like half a 911 played through a tinny speaker, taught me again how precious momentum is when you have that little power and achieved some great feats of derring do. One day, it and I moved a whole pallet of bricks (in many many trips).
[quote=AndrewGP]Another 306 HDi here which was bought as a stop gap after my wife wrote off my car. Just 90Bhp 
but easily returned 60mpg, it was very comfy inside and utterly reliable in the time we had it.
We kept it almost 5 years, which helped keep costs down when we moved house and renovated it. Sold it for peanuts and immediately regretted it!
My OH had two 306's, a 1.6 petrol followed by a 1.9 TDi 90 bhp. Both were faultless and fun to drive and we had each for around 3 years. She wrote both of them off eventually. I still get irritated thinking the diesel was on 155k and still on its original turbo, when the Golf 2.0 TDi she has now required a replacement turbo at 59k !
but easily returned 60mpg, it was very comfy inside and utterly reliable in the time we had it.We kept it almost 5 years, which helped keep costs down when we moved house and renovated it. Sold it for peanuts and immediately regretted it!
My OH had two 306's, a 1.6 petrol followed by a 1.9 TDi 90 bhp. Both were faultless and fun to drive and we had each for around 3 years. She wrote both of them off eventually. I still get irritated thinking the diesel was on 155k and still on its original turbo, when the Golf 2.0 TDi she has now required a replacement turbo at 59k !
1987 Ford Granada Scorpio.
All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
'80s Velour
All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
'80s Velour
njw1 said:
MK1RS Bruce said:
I had a 1998 523i BMW which when it was new would have been far from rubbish but years of neglect mean that it had a few quirks.
The story begins years before when I started at my first job a guy I was working with had this old BMW 523i and no matter how much abuse he gave it, it just went on and on, no matter how snowy it was it always made it up icy hills that had defeated many a white audi A3 quattro, it was a true underdog of a car and I instantly loved it and made him promise that when he moved on I would get first refusal! Four years later he finally upgraded to a newer 550i and because he couldn't be bothered with the hassle of dealing with we buy any car he told me if I took it away I could have it. I turned up on a saturday morning with my dad to collect it, bearing in mind it had been sitting abandoned outside this guys house for about it month, its battery was dead, it had a flat Tyre and the exhaust sounded glorious, clearly meaning it was slightly burst, despite all this I couldn't wait to take ownership of it
Anyway to cut an already long story short it was brilliant, I ran it about for the remaining three months MOT it had, during which time the wipers on it never stopped, it had a drivers seat that looked like it was home to a nest of mice it was so badly torn and it used to overheat then cure itself in the space of about a mile. I once took it out for a drive and during a fairly reasonable overtake the other car, a nissan almera, decided to move over and run my off the road but the mighty BMW took it all in its stride and just shrugged off the verge and Hedge as if it was nothing to complete the overtake , much to the poor pensioner in the almeras surprise.
Eventually when it ran out of MOT I used it as a field car to scare anyone who would sit next to me and to this day it is still the only car that I have had on two wheels, it taught me all I know about how to drive a RWD car and gave me so many smiles and laughs, I miss it dearly.
Here is a pic of the old girl in a line up with my other two cars at the time.
The story begins years before when I started at my first job a guy I was working with had this old BMW 523i and no matter how much abuse he gave it, it just went on and on, no matter how snowy it was it always made it up icy hills that had defeated many a white audi A3 quattro, it was a true underdog of a car and I instantly loved it and made him promise that when he moved on I would get first refusal! Four years later he finally upgraded to a newer 550i and because he couldn't be bothered with the hassle of dealing with we buy any car he told me if I took it away I could have it. I turned up on a saturday morning with my dad to collect it, bearing in mind it had been sitting abandoned outside this guys house for about it month, its battery was dead, it had a flat Tyre and the exhaust sounded glorious, clearly meaning it was slightly burst, despite all this I couldn't wait to take ownership of it
Anyway to cut an already long story short it was brilliant, I ran it about for the remaining three months MOT it had, during which time the wipers on it never stopped, it had a drivers seat that looked like it was home to a nest of mice it was so badly torn and it used to overheat then cure itself in the space of about a mile. I once took it out for a drive and during a fairly reasonable overtake the other car, a nissan almera, decided to move over and run my off the road but the mighty BMW took it all in its stride and just shrugged off the verge and Hedge as if it was nothing to complete the overtake , much to the poor pensioner in the almeras surprise.
Eventually when it ran out of MOT I used it as a field car to scare anyone who would sit next to me and to this day it is still the only car that I have had on two wheels, it taught me all I know about how to drive a RWD car and gave me so many smiles and laughs, I miss it dearly.
Here is a pic of the old girl in a line up with my other two cars at the time.
I don't think this counts as even worn out e39's aren't rubbish!
Bought SWMBO a 2001 Peugeot 206 as a learner car, which was meant to be replaced by a "nicer" car after a couple of months of passing her test.
That plucky little car got under my skin so much that I started using it as a run around for a year after she passed her test!
Reliable, quite quick and roomy. Heart of gold little car that never let us down!
She now has a 208
That plucky little car got under my skin so much that I started using it as a run around for a year after she passed her test!
Reliable, quite quick and roomy. Heart of gold little car that never let us down!
She now has a 208
I was very sad to see my M2 Golf GTI fragged.
Bought it on 168K for £1500 (we're talking 2005ish here) to replace a 205 XS (another great car BTW), I didn't expect it to own it for long but we finally parted company at 262k.
A 5 door on steel wheels, in varying shades of red, I bought it when my daily commute was a round trip of 15 miles or so. When that increased to 70 miles, I really should have got shot of it. It used oil and petrol in roughly equal quantities, at about the time when petrol prices really started heading north.
A combination of poverty (read; first mortgage) and sentimental attachment saw me keep it for several years after it should have departed. But it didn't let me down; it always got to it's space in the underground car park at work each morning. Handy really, as the sun roof had a leak somewhere that would have put the Niagara Falls to shame. And yes, I really should have got it fixed but well, it was always about to expire, so I didn't think that the money would be well spent.
After spending about £500 to get the rear axle bushes and brake lines fixed (read; MOT failure points), one morning saw it struggling to start. I employed the time-honoured technique of pumping the throttle to get it going and all was well, getting to work again.
By chance, I had a meeting closer to home that afternoon, so set off in that direction after lunch. I arrived at the local office but noticed that the temp needle was heading right on the gauge. Oh well, it had been a hot day! Leaving work that evening, the needle evidently felt more comfortable in it's new home and wouldn't move.
Now, my mechanical aptitude is roughly akin to that of an 18th century yeoman farmer but I realised that the head gasket was about to fail. I tried to find an alternative route home via the back lanes and almost made it but had to throw in the towel. I pulled into the car park of a nature reserve and propped the bonnet open.
To cut a long story short, I called my dad and after enduring some brief effing and jeffing, he came to rescue me. A good thing too, as whilst I was waiting, the car park seemed to become popular with wildlife enthusiasts. At least, I think they were wildlife enthusiasts...
Suffice to say that even more ££ was forked out to rebuild the cylinder head and other sundries and the car kept going for several years more. Eventually I had to concede that almost everything was either worn out or broken and I weighed it in for £150 but there were tears in my eyes at the time...
Bought it on 168K for £1500 (we're talking 2005ish here) to replace a 205 XS (another great car BTW), I didn't expect it to own it for long but we finally parted company at 262k.
A 5 door on steel wheels, in varying shades of red, I bought it when my daily commute was a round trip of 15 miles or so. When that increased to 70 miles, I really should have got shot of it. It used oil and petrol in roughly equal quantities, at about the time when petrol prices really started heading north.
A combination of poverty (read; first mortgage) and sentimental attachment saw me keep it for several years after it should have departed. But it didn't let me down; it always got to it's space in the underground car park at work each morning. Handy really, as the sun roof had a leak somewhere that would have put the Niagara Falls to shame. And yes, I really should have got it fixed but well, it was always about to expire, so I didn't think that the money would be well spent.
After spending about £500 to get the rear axle bushes and brake lines fixed (read; MOT failure points), one morning saw it struggling to start. I employed the time-honoured technique of pumping the throttle to get it going and all was well, getting to work again.
By chance, I had a meeting closer to home that afternoon, so set off in that direction after lunch. I arrived at the local office but noticed that the temp needle was heading right on the gauge. Oh well, it had been a hot day! Leaving work that evening, the needle evidently felt more comfortable in it's new home and wouldn't move.
Now, my mechanical aptitude is roughly akin to that of an 18th century yeoman farmer but I realised that the head gasket was about to fail. I tried to find an alternative route home via the back lanes and almost made it but had to throw in the towel. I pulled into the car park of a nature reserve and propped the bonnet open.
To cut a long story short, I called my dad and after enduring some brief effing and jeffing, he came to rescue me. A good thing too, as whilst I was waiting, the car park seemed to become popular with wildlife enthusiasts. At least, I think they were wildlife enthusiasts...
Suffice to say that even more ££ was forked out to rebuild the cylinder head and other sundries and the car kept going for several years more. Eventually I had to concede that almost everything was either worn out or broken and I weighed it in for £150 but there were tears in my eyes at the time...
I bought this off my aunt for £50 2 years ago, she was going to scrap it because it had an oil leak from the head gasket and the halfords garage refused to MOT test it! After buying it I degreased the engine and took it too the local garage and it passed somehow. I changed the head gasket, but the inlet valves were caked in carbon. Inlet valves pulled out and valve seals changed, engine back together and new filters and other bits replaced. Then it turns out the clutch is on its last legs, so new clutch (don't ever do a clutch on a driveway without a transmission jack!) New brakes and various other bits and pieces also, probably spent 4 times over what I paid for the car on parts.
It's slow, the brakes are crap and I should probably sell it but I just can't bring myself to do it!
LewisR said:
1987 Ford Granada Scorpio.
All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
I like that. Looks great for £600!All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
A couple of years ago my Nan finally decided at 93 it was probably a good idea to give up driving (prompting a large sigh of relief around Staffordshire), so we inherited her 1999 Renault Clio Grande (with optional CD Player!). It had done 19k miles in 15 years, had never been out of the small town of Stone, and had a dent on every panel (my Nan's eyesight wasn't great, yet she still drove like she was 21).
Originally planned to be a shed for the OH to get experience behind the wheel, she quickly deemed it too slow so I kept it on as a town/tip car. It had 59 vaguely disinterested French horses under the bonnet, and we used 5th gear for the first time 15 years into its life, but it was a great little runaround - started on the button every time, even if you'd left it standing for a month, and it seemed to run on fresh air and unicorn farts. We filled it up once, 6 months later it asked for more. Great fun to drive round town as well, if you took a more Gallic approach to driving (cigarette in one hand, don;t bother with the brakes, keep foot welded to floor).
We sold it a couple of months ago to help fund a trip to Vegas, got £250 for it in the end. Miss it for running around in, miss the resultant trips to Ikea a bit less (we can't get any furniture in a 1 Series Coupe - almost as if that's why I bought it)
Originally planned to be a shed for the OH to get experience behind the wheel, she quickly deemed it too slow so I kept it on as a town/tip car. It had 59 vaguely disinterested French horses under the bonnet, and we used 5th gear for the first time 15 years into its life, but it was a great little runaround - started on the button every time, even if you'd left it standing for a month, and it seemed to run on fresh air and unicorn farts. We filled it up once, 6 months later it asked for more. Great fun to drive round town as well, if you took a more Gallic approach to driving (cigarette in one hand, don;t bother with the brakes, keep foot welded to floor).
We sold it a couple of months ago to help fund a trip to Vegas, got £250 for it in the end. Miss it for running around in, miss the resultant trips to Ikea a bit less (we can't get any furniture in a 1 Series Coupe - almost as if that's why I bought it
)Rover 820Si.
£350. Banger Rally. London to Venice and back via Austria, Germany and Belgium. Approx 2100 miles.
Overheated many times. No power. Rubbish ergonomics but working aircon and surprisingly spacious and comfortable.
Broke down many times but will always look back on it favourably.
Thread/write up here if anyone is interested.
£350. Banger Rally. London to Venice and back via Austria, Germany and Belgium. Approx 2100 miles.
Overheated many times. No power. Rubbish ergonomics but working aircon and surprisingly spacious and comfortable.
Broke down many times but will always look back on it favourably.
Thread/write up here if anyone is interested.
mwstewart said:
LewisR said:
1987 Ford Granada Scorpio.
All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
I like that. Looks great for £600!All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
Me old mucker SilverSixer above will love this.
In December 1998 I became the proud owner of a 'B' plate red Volvo 343 DL Variomatic - the pensioner's pensionermobile.
I was motorbike commuting at the time, couldn't afford to run a car after some b
d had nicked my Metro GTa and written it off on Shepherd's Bush Green, so was freezing my tits off on a twelve mile commute with some stty cheap gloves on. Most nights I had to stop 2/3 of the way home to warm my hands on the bike engine.
The Aussie bloke I sat next to at work had this Volvo, he was returning home to Sydney. He wanted 300 quid for it, to get rid by the weekend. I offered him the 200 quid I had in savings, he took pity on me and the deal was done there and then, sight unseen. Well, I had technically seen him arrive in the car park in it, but just took him at his word that it was regularly serviced, had 11 months MOT and was just taxed for the year, that was included.
What. A. Car! Slow, heavy, thirsty, bounced around like a kangaroo on a spacehopper, was totally uncool for a 25yo bloke to be running around in but Jesus, it was warm (oh so, so warm), comfy as hell, hewn from granite, nobody but nobody ever tried to cut me up in it, could leave it anywhere without fear of it getting nicked, it never went wrong in my year of ownership. Rear end could be made to drift with accompanying whine on a sufficiently damp roundabout, much hilarity doing that whenever I could!
That year went well and I made enough to buy a new BMW on the drip. I had no need for the dear old Volvo any more, so I gave it away to my then-girlfriend's industrial placement student called Anna, a beautiful blonde who too didn't suit the car but needed wheels to visit her folks in Devon. Last I heard the old Variomatic box expired on the A303 somewhere near Stonehenge, after recovery it was given the last rites and consigned to the scrapper. I must admit to feeling a tad sad at its eventual demise, and always smile on the infrequent occasion that I see one on the road these days.
In December 1998 I became the proud owner of a 'B' plate red Volvo 343 DL Variomatic - the pensioner's pensionermobile.
I was motorbike commuting at the time, couldn't afford to run a car after some b
d had nicked my Metro GTa and written it off on Shepherd's Bush Green, so was freezing my tits off on a twelve mile commute with some stty cheap gloves on. Most nights I had to stop 2/3 of the way home to warm my hands on the bike engine. The Aussie bloke I sat next to at work had this Volvo, he was returning home to Sydney. He wanted 300 quid for it, to get rid by the weekend. I offered him the 200 quid I had in savings, he took pity on me and the deal was done there and then, sight unseen. Well, I had technically seen him arrive in the car park in it, but just took him at his word that it was regularly serviced, had 11 months MOT and was just taxed for the year, that was included.
What. A. Car! Slow, heavy, thirsty, bounced around like a kangaroo on a spacehopper, was totally uncool for a 25yo bloke to be running around in but Jesus, it was warm (oh so, so warm), comfy as hell, hewn from granite, nobody but nobody ever tried to cut me up in it, could leave it anywhere without fear of it getting nicked, it never went wrong in my year of ownership. Rear end could be made to drift with accompanying whine on a sufficiently damp roundabout, much hilarity doing that whenever I could!
That year went well and I made enough to buy a new BMW on the drip. I had no need for the dear old Volvo any more, so I gave it away to my then-girlfriend's industrial placement student called Anna, a beautiful blonde who too didn't suit the car but needed wheels to visit her folks in Devon. Last I heard the old Variomatic box expired on the A303 somewhere near Stonehenge, after recovery it was given the last rites and consigned to the scrapper. I must admit to feeling a tad sad at its eventual demise, and always smile on the infrequent occasion that I see one on the road these days.
Edited by PurpleTurtle on Tuesday 6th June 18:22
When I went to agricultural college in the early 1990s to study conservation (becos hippy) my transport was a 1973 Morris Marina. Essentially the purchasing decision revolved around it being the cheapest car in AutoTrader that week that wasn't actually in the "bring a dustpan" category. It was a euphemistically-named "fastback" coupe, though it really wasn't that fast, in something approximating to British Racing Green, although you got the impression British Leyland hadn't bought the patent and couldn't be bothered getting that close to the actual iconic colour. Besides, much of the sills and door bottoms had been painted by the previous owner ... with a brush... in an even rougher approximation, presumably chosen from the Dulux colour charts.
It was shamefully abused, could get nearly a ton out of it (downhill)... prompting a mate to rather nervously comment that we were doing "nineties speeds with seventies brakes" when in fact it was the roadholding that he ought to have been most concerned about... carried up to six people and three dogs on a regular basis, performed a 60-mile daily roundtrip in all weathers from snow to vinyl-melting sunshine, traversed muddy fields, gravel pits and all manner of off-road terrain with aplomb and was even subjected to rather bouncy doughnuts in the college car parking field (the suspension would spasmodically unload and wind up meaning a doughnut was a series of slightly ungainly bunnyhops in a vague circular motion).
It never missed a beat in three years of utter abuse and neglect, except one time when I dropped a fag inside the gaping "production gap" in the steering column surround and set fire to the wiring loom. And I couldn't in all conscience blame the car for that. I bought it for £320, spent no money on it at all other than an exhaust (which was circa £50 for the entire thing including the lumpy and bizarrely-cast manifold) and sold it for £300 in order to buy a motorbike. My sister's then boyfriend bought it, and within a month had trashed the mains. It's the four-wheeled friend I still miss the most to this day
Here we are in happier times. Some of my best memories have hair in them
I genuinely wish I still had it, so much character in such an indescribably bad car. It was lovely. All I have is a tiny replica made from coal. That's not a typo. It's actually made from coal, weirdly. I don't know why
It was shamefully abused, could get nearly a ton out of it (downhill)... prompting a mate to rather nervously comment that we were doing "nineties speeds with seventies brakes" when in fact it was the roadholding that he ought to have been most concerned about... carried up to six people and three dogs on a regular basis, performed a 60-mile daily roundtrip in all weathers from snow to vinyl-melting sunshine, traversed muddy fields, gravel pits and all manner of off-road terrain with aplomb and was even subjected to rather bouncy doughnuts in the college car parking field (the suspension would spasmodically unload and wind up meaning a doughnut was a series of slightly ungainly bunnyhops in a vague circular motion).
It never missed a beat in three years of utter abuse and neglect, except one time when I dropped a fag inside the gaping "production gap" in the steering column surround and set fire to the wiring loom. And I couldn't in all conscience blame the car for that. I bought it for £320, spent no money on it at all other than an exhaust (which was circa £50 for the entire thing including the lumpy and bizarrely-cast manifold) and sold it for £300 in order to buy a motorbike. My sister's then boyfriend bought it, and within a month had trashed the mains. It's the four-wheeled friend I still miss the most to this day
Here we are in happier times. Some of my best memories have hair in them
I genuinely wish I still had it, so much character in such an indescribably bad car. It was lovely. All I have is a tiny replica made from coal. That's not a typo. It's actually made from coal, weirdly. I don't know why
PotatoSalad said:
Decky_Q said:
I love my Fiat 126p Elegance. It is very involving as it feels like a road legal quad with 4 seats (and drum brakes), the engine is noisy with manual choke, the lights get brighter and dimmer with engine revs, its too small and the seats are fixed back, the 10" tyres have a smaller contact patch than my bicycle, 4 speed box with no rev limiter at all, there's no weight on the front so you have to use your bodyweight for spirited driving, if it slides (RWD) then its a pendulum with engine gearbox etc all at the back.
I love it, I bought it for £300 when they were out of fashion and have been offered £3k for it since and declined. This one is a keeper.
There's nothing rubbish about the 126p, it was the Mini of Eastern Europe capable of carrying a family of four plus luggage and a dog for a 2-week holiday. I've got huge respect for those things.I love it, I bought it for £300 when they were out of fashion and have been offered £3k for it since and declined. This one is a keeper.
- but yeah, these are a bit crap.
I'm just shy of six foot and when driving the 126 the driver's seat is 2" from the back seat. Certainly no room for legs. The boot in the front is tiny; it has to be as your feet are underneath it.
Huge fun but Minis and Hillman Imps have far more space.
LewisR said:
1987 Ford Granada Scorpio.
All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
'80s Velour
much retro awesomeness for so few £££ All the handling of a boat. I love it. It's like an old pair of slippers that you just can't bring yourself to throw out.
Bought it for £600 about 3 years ago. Just keeping on top of the rust.
2.9 V6 just goes and goes and goes. It has electric front and rear seats. Electric sunroof, all windows and a trip computer.
No Blue Tooth though.
'80s Velour
That looks in tidy shape
I'm staggered by how good cars are today when I think back to my yoof !
My first car was a Morris Minor Total heap really
Learned to drive in it .. passed my test in it and drive it till it died .. loved it .. it changed my life as a 17 year old
Then I got a Fiat 127 1050 .. another heap but only a couple of years old .. used to stick my windsurfers on the roof and head off to abersosh with a tent in the back .. loved it really did .. but it was st !
Then I bought a brand new Renault 5 gt turbo which broke down every week and I think had every part replaced in the first 12 months .., used to carry spare clutch cables they snapped that often
Wonderful memories
My current car is fantastic .. reliable comfortable .., but doesn't have a soul
My first car was a Morris Minor Total heap really
Learned to drive in it .. passed my test in it and drive it till it died .. loved it .. it changed my life as a 17 year old
Then I got a Fiat 127 1050 .. another heap but only a couple of years old .. used to stick my windsurfers on the roof and head off to abersosh with a tent in the back .. loved it really did .. but it was s
t ! Then I bought a brand new Renault 5 gt turbo which broke down every week and I think had every part replaced in the first 12 months .., used to carry spare clutch cables they snapped that often
Wonderful memories
My current car is fantastic .. reliable comfortable .., but doesn't have a soul
Hotel India said:
Skoda Roomster. The first one, a hand me down from my father in law, I initially nicknamed the Dumpster.
But I grew to love the little thing so much that we've just got another.
Yes, me too, I drive my gf's Roomster amd it is a lot of fun. The crappy 1.2 triple, petrol, actually has a nice growl to it when gunning it. But I grew to love the little thing so much that we've just got another.
Handling is OK, but very predictable and safe and it is really well put together and hasn't had any faults
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