My Cars from 1984 to present

Got this idea from a mate that posted all his old cars on facebook, not to look like a total copycat I decided to post mine on blogger. The pictures of the cars shown are not the actual cars I owned, just the type and colour, with the exception of the Avenger and the box type Rover.

Above and below is what I remember of my first car, it was a Blue Hillman Avenger (DSC441L), with a hideous White vinyl roof, the engine was a 1500cc, with automatic gearbox, easier for my grandad to teach me road positioning, and let BSM worry about teaching me the gears. Must have done something right, passed my test first time a few weeks after my 17th birthday.
Next was my 1256cc Vauxhall Viva (HSG966N), which started off in red as below, but somehow got re-sprayed Mercedes Blue. The engine also blew up in this and got fitted with a reconditioned one for £350.00, bear in mind the bloody thing only cost £200.00, but I got another year out of it before Frankie Pratt bought it from me for £350.00. I did actually have the magnum wheels, spot lights and yes the furry dice just like the picture below. The main thing I remember about this car is that it was so bloody slow, even Taxi's would leave it standing at traffic lights.

Next up was my pride and joy, Mark V Ford Cortina 80 2.0Ltr GL (UGA146W) in Silver as below. Got this car from Ratho for £1000 in 1986, it was very fast, and yes could beat Taxi's away from the lights. Only one small problem, the only time it would take off like a bat outa hell was when it had just started up and the automatic choke was running. I had it to the garage time and time again, until a 16 YEAR OLD "APPRENTICE" Mechanic spotted a tiny pin hole in the diaphragm, woohoo replaced diaphragm and now it's nippy all the time, even the time I embedded it into the rear of a parked car one morning at 4:30 going to work. Tried changing the tape (an invention before the CD) and looked down for a split second, and that was the end for the Cortina, but I did get a courtesy car for the next 2 weeks, a Rover 216SE in Red like the one below.So after driving the courtesy car for a week I decided I want my own Rover and discover one at a remote garage at Turnhouse near the old airport, it was a nice metallic Sage Green colour 216S (D706BSG) and only 1 year old, I'd never had a car that new before. However the salesman was good, very good, there has just been a lady in front of you interested in that car sir, she is just away to get her husband to put down a deposit, but if you were to put a deposit down, it would be yours, £100 handed over and the car is mine, just another £3900 to find D'oh, good job for Grandads. Well kept this car for some time and done some extreme mileage in it, following ice hockey up and down the country, think I eventually traded it in with over 100,000 miles on the clock, after 5 years for the newer model, in White as belowWell Reg Vardy arrived in Edinburgh, well Seafield which aloud the everyday guy to be able to afford a newer car but with higher mileage, usually because they have been hire cars or company cars, so in I went just for a look around and out I came with another 1 year old Rover 214Si (J246YSS) cost £4875 and £1000 trade in from the old Rover. The car was beautiful inside and out, and handled well and had "POWER STEERING" but it couldn't pull the skin off sour milk, don't get me wrong I wasn't a speed freak, but I did like to put the foot down on the Motorway and feel the car pulling, but kept it a couple of years anyway till after the first MOT, then back to Vardys for another look aroundI didn't need to look for long a Black Ford Mondeo 2Ltr Ghia (K524ESE) and only 2 years old £5000 and a trade in of £2000 for the milk float above. Had to wait a week for it, it seemed for ever but when it came oh boy, was it worth it, sporty, fast, comfy and spacious, my bestest car ever, and the wife still thinks it is to this day.

Well the two daughters were here now and the Mondeo was just eating up the petrol, so we couldn't afford to keep it and had to trade it for something more economical, don't laugh, a Daewoo Matiz 900cc (V760ESC) in green as below and no word of a lie, it went like shit of a shovel, it would leave Rover 214Si's standing at the traffic lights and many other models too, I couldn't believe it, nor the other drivers I passed on the motorway at over a ton haha. The four doors were also good for the kids seats. It was affectionately known as the Frog because of its green colour and bubble head lights. A couple of years passed and we had a bit of money again, so upgraded again to a slightly larger car




Ford Ka 1 year old 1298cc (CV52CYS) again in green and a nice little town run around, very good on petrol and quite nippy, the only let down was the boot space. 4 Morrison bags and it was full, the kids ended up with 6 or 7 bags each on their laps after shopping, needed something biggerWhich brings me up to today, a Lightning Silver Vauxhall Zafira 1.6 Club, 7 seater MPV (NV55LSK) £6985 and a £2000 trade in from the Frog. It is my favourite car of all time although the wife still preferred the Mondeo, or so she says. Never want to get rid of this one, well not just now anyway.

2nd Blog

OK not been back since Tuesday due to the wife working night shift at the weekend, so hogging the PC all week. I can access blogspot via my mobile (cell phone, for the Americans), but can only read and comment due to 3G network not being fast enough although it can be accessed by WI-FI but everyone seems to lock them nowadays.

Well Wednesday was pretty uneventful, a slow cold day at work followed by a quick evening and an even quicker night and back to work on Thursday, but woohoo a Holiday on Friday to look forward to because of a hastily arranged game of Ice Hockey at 23:15hrs on Thursday night, what a time for a game. Well it started off well, we were 1 down within 3 minutes, after being told to keep it tight at the start, always happens, stupid coach, keep it tight, he should keep his mouth tight, stupid jinxy coach. It did get better though, another 7 minutes before we lost another and another and another and anoth..... you get the picture, first period and we're 6 down. The second went well, we came out meaning business, we lost the face off AGAIN and there number 9 swanned around the whole team with just me and the netminder to beat, he slaps it straight at me, hits my knee, past the N/M hits the post and back onto my stick, result in a hero, I fire the puck up the ice with all my might, as it creeps up to the red line our 91 picks it up and goes down on their netminder (it's a hockey term, not a sexual thing) I think everyone else had stopped expecting a goal from their last shot, but Al kept going round the netminder and wham into the roof of the net, 30 seconds gone and we've got a goal, and I GOT AN ASSIST. The next 19 minutes and 30 seconds were a total onslaught on us, but somehow managed to survive, and went into the break only 6-1 down.

Period three was a bit of a blur with goals going in at both end although they got 2 to each of our 1, ending the game 10-3, we shook hands in the line up, then went to our respective blue lines for the man of the match awards.

First up was us, " and man of the match for Lions is number eight(yes its me)yeight, d'oh, glad i took the, oh its me pause and didn't skate out like a proper tool.
To Phoenix their man of the match was the young six stone girl wearing unlucky 13 that i managed to flatten 20 seconds before the end, my was my face red.

Friday now, nice long lie in bed which was just as well after getting home at 2am, I would never been up at 6, good plan with the holiday. 12:30 and the door goes, shit the kids are home from school already (half day Friday, pointless we never got that when we were at school) i jump up, and ask if they had a good day, well morning anyway. Yes dad but hurry up, wheres lunch we've got the hairdressers at 1, oops i forgot. I dropped them off and went with the wife for the weekly Asda shop, shouldn't be expensive as we don't need much, hour and a half later and £152.62 lighter I'm back at the hairdressers to pick them up, "do you like our hair dad" "yes, lovely (what have they done I think to myself, don't see any change, but they're happy) how much was that" "£64.00 all together" silence......................
Friday night 22:30 and back at the rink for training, this is more like it, up and down the ice, knowing the ones I can beat, and send the pass off just at the moment someone slightly better/luckier than me approaches and let the forwards do their bit. Really annoys me that they play so much better in training, and don't sling the puck away like a hot potato, but hey who I'm I Wayne Gretzky, i don't think.
Oh and yes I got ripped for crunching the little girl in last nights game, if you believe the stick I'm getting you'd think she was about 8 years old, mixed hockey so she must have been 18 (Your Honour).

Saturday and the Italians were in town for the six nations rugby (pointless game, balls should be round, and are made for kicking) which Scotland won 26-6 I think. Work was very busy, the Italians took to the Scottish culture and seemed to be pissed by midday, when in Rome and all that. So the day flew in, which takes me to here on the blog, before I publish, just going to check my spelling and grammar............

Spelling checked, can't believe Gretzky is in spellcheck, must be American dictionary


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First Attempt

Okay, so I'm new to this blog thing, so bear with me. It isn't exactly Facebook, Bebo or even Twitter which seems to have taken off in the UK, rather pointless I think, letting everybody know your whereabouts or what you are doing at any point of the day, mind you it'l make it much easier for the burglars lol.

Well today was an unusual day at work, got a phonecall to go in at 11am instead of 9am, as I was suppose to go to a meeting at 7pm only to receive another call at 5pm to say it had been cancelled, so 4 hours of office time at the end of the day to catch up on loose ends and paper work, so a nice empty in and out try awaits me tomorrow.

Came home to find the wife playing Foxy Bingo online, with 3 wins under her belt she was looking well pleased with herself and a healthy balance of £38.74, not bad for a tenner, but that didn't put my dinner on the table (lol, don't tell her).

9pm and off she went to start her night shift in the hospital, aaaahhhhh internet time for me, oh no youngest daughter comes home, and the peace is shattered, another hour and world war 3 will erupt as daughter number one comes home, why can't sisters just get on, aparently Teenage Daughters are Gods punishment for having sex in the first place, remember that when thinking about additions to your family. Well just watched Shameless on E4 and it's now 12.30am, up in 6 hours so time for some shut eye before starting all over again.

Well lets see how this looks for a first attempt.

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