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My car history part 12: Old before my time

By early 2014 I’d owned 20 different cars myself, plus also purchased and regularly driven 4 girlfriends cars. I’d found the ideal fun turbo charged MX-5, was waiting for the somewhat short-lived experience RX-7 to be rebuilt before selling it, had managed to get rid of the bloody beamer and had now possibly found the perfect sensible hatchback.

Well, it was a coupe – the VW Scirocco.

The line-up; the MX-5 BBR turbo, VW Scirocco, Mazda RX-7 and the girlfriend's Lexus RX300
The line-up; the MX-5 BBR turbo, VW Scirocco, Mazda RX-7 and the girlfriend’s Lexus RX300

On paper, ‘The Roc’ met all my needs. She was fun to drive and reasonably ecomonical – whilst out of work for a few months at the
beginning of the year and only pootling about on school runs and to the shops, I was only averaging 31mpg, but recently I’ve done
a few longer runs and I could get 39mpg out of her at a push – not bad for a 200bhp ‘hothatch’/’sports coupe’.

But surely I could do better. I could get a 60mpg diesel with a proper hatchback – the ‘Roc’s ain’t exactly large.

OMG.

I must be getting old.

Am I finally getting the sensible hatchback diesel??

Do I really want to get rid of ‘Siri‘?

Maggy, the MX-5 BBR turbo, resprayed
Maggy, the MX-5 BBR turbo, resprayed

I am finally being sensible and reasonable. Maybe boring. But I have the MX-5 for fun (recently resprayed in Mazda Graphite Grey, from the 2010 model Mazda3). I’ve just started a new job where I’m going to have to drive over 100 miles every day. Buying a diesel could save me £1000 a year in fuel costs. And I could buy a
decent quality diesel for half the price of the ‘Roc.

Where I like the Scirocco, A LOT, and it’s a lovely car, I’ve just not come to love her.

Why?

Well, I’ve been trying to work that out.

I think it’s the combination of the DSG automatic gearbox and the small turbo lag. You see, I’m not a huge fan of autos, but as the girlfriend loves them and isn’t used to manuals, and we were planning on selling the RX300 and having a gap before finding her a replacement, she planned to use the Scirocco, and I’d test driven an auto ‘Roc and had been convinced.

At the time.

I’d tried the flappy paddle semi-auto sport mode on the test drive and found it fun. This was the answer to a boring auto, I could still change gear when I wanted!

In practice, I never use it. I just haven’t been able to get used to it; you can’t ‘feel’ which gear you are in or need to be in so much as you would with a manual gearbox. Perhaps with time I’d get used to it, but I’m finding the sheer joy and simplicity of the MX-5’s gearbox is more than enough and leaving the DSG gearbox in auto mode.

The problem with that is the combination of the DSG boxes momentarily lapse to decide to drop down a gear when accelerating, plus the small turbo lag, results in a slightly irritating delay.

Only slightly – its not as annoying or dangerous as the Brera’s turbo lag. But in reality it feels more sluggish than the girlfriends older, lower powered, heavier RAV4 auto.

I can live with it, and still enjoy the car, but I can’t love it.

So why not keep it?

We’ve found the perfect replacement for the RX300, a 2009/2010 Toyota RAV4. It meets all my girlfriends needs, and whilst I’m not
exactly an SUV fan, I have to say, it’s one nice looking beast! The newer post ’08 engine offers slightly more power (up from 150
to 158bhp) and better fuel efficiency (31 to 38mpg) and seems to drive nicer; the standard auto has been replaced by a CVT system
with a semi-auto flappy paddle option. There are mixed opinions about these CVT gearboxes which effectively have no clutch – but
she liked it and it seems a better option that the older models which after 50,000 miles seem to be somewhat tired feeling (see
my post on the Pistonheads forum).

It’s not cheap though. But she needs something decent for her job and it would be a good ‘family car’ for us at weekends and for trips, purchasing things with it’s large boot, etc.

So that’s why I’m considering selling the ‘Rocco. I just don’t need it; it would make more sense to sell it to part fund the RAV4, and then get a cheap diesel for my commute.

During all this debating, the sun came out and I got back on the motorbike.

But I wasn’t happy with Daisy. She was a b1tch, she’d threw me off, I didn’t trust her!

Yet again I offered my business to Pistonheads, eBay and AutoTrader to sell yet another vehicle.

I decided to replace the somewhat excessive 750cc superbike with a little 250cc.

I’d considered a range of 600cc bikes but I hadn’t liked the weight of the Ducati and it had been a pain getting her in and out of the garage, and into tight parking spaces. I recalled how nice and easy life was with my 125. The wet weights of the 600s were all very similar.

I looked at the KTM Dukes, as these are incredibly light yet quite powerful. Unfortunately they are quite pricey, and with me only using the bike occasionally, I felt it was unreasonable spending so much money. I wanted to scrape back some cash from the Ducati and buy a cheaper bike. I was also worried about the more upright seating position compared to a sportsbike due to my tailbone issue (to be posted shortly in the Health & Fitness section).

Then I fell in love again…

Next part of the story: Bikes, planes and automobiles

My car history part 11: Maggy returns

In the spring of 2014, my MX-5 guru friend James had fitted a ‘new’ (less than 50,000 miles) replacement engine to my beloved fifth MX-5, Maggy.

Maggy was back!

The RX-7 and MX-5 ('Maggy') grace the driveway
The RX-7 and MX-5 (‘Maggy’) grace the driveway

I was driving with a smile again.

There’s just something about the simple pleasure of driving an Mark 1 1990’s MX-5. The Japanese designed it with ‘Jinba ittai‘ in mind,
meaning ‘Horse and rider as one‘. And it’s worked – it feels like an extension of your body. There’s a great book about the MX-5’s story available at Amazon: Mazda MX-5: The Complete Story.

People often joke that it’s a bit of a hairdressers car. Most of those haven’t driven one. Or are wannabe hairdressers.

Yes, the original 114bhp 1.6 litre engine isn’t exactly powerful, but it’s enough to feel nippy in that light and brilliant chassis. And my 150+bhp BBR turbo has the perfect amount of power to turn that grin into an insane cackling.

I was happy.

But I still had to get rid of the damn beamer, and the RX-7 was still being rebuilt.

I’d disliked the BMW 3 series convertible almost immediately after buying her; although it was bloody powerful, it was heavy, and
I didn’t like the way it handled. It was also a bit too ‘flash’ for me – I’d happily drive a supercar, but only a 20 year old slightly battered looking one!

I’d tried to sell it back to the dealers, but summer had been ending and there was low demand for convertibles, so when they finally got back to me with a price, I hadn’t been sure whether to laugh or cry.

Needless to say, I’d kept her.

It was now spring of the following year and the perfect time to market a convertible. Up she went on Autotrader. 2 hours later, I kid you not, Sytner BMW ring me.

The same Sytner BMW Nottingham that I bought it from, who had previously offered me a pathetically small amount to buy it back.

Not so now. The model was in demand, and they were short on stock.

I still had the boot leak problem. Surely they knew about that?

I neglected to remind them.

They bought it back at a very reasonable price. I checked their site a few weeks later and saw that they were trying to sell it for £3000 more than they’d gave me, about £1500 more than I’d bought it for the previous year!

So, stock take.

  • Maggy, the MX-5 BBR turbo, love of my life, all fixed, running beautifully – very happy.
  • Dull & Unreliable BMW – SOLD.
  • “The Mistake I Had To Make” RX-7 – being rebuilt.
The Lexus RX300, Ducati 749s and Mazda MX-5 BBR turbo
The Lexus RX300, Ducati 749s and Mazda MX-5 BBR turbo

So I needed a car with rear seats. I could use the girlfriends Lexus RX300 from time to time, but I’d already made my mind up to sell the RX-7 once I’d got it back from being rebuilt – I just couldn’t trust it anymore and for some reason, even though it was Maggy’s big sister, she’d never made me smile in the same way – so I needed a suitable replacement car.

I bought a Volkswagen Scirocco 2.0 litre turbo petrol with 200bhp on tap.

Surely this was a sensible choice?

  • Hatchback: check
  • Fuel economy: estimated 36-40mpg; better than the Alfa Romeo Brera I’d had
  • Back seats: small, but suitable for children
  • Reliability: basically a VW Golf, so excellent
  • Looks: Almost as beautiful as the Brera
  • Fun: More fun to drive than the Brera
'Siri', my VW Scirocco - a sensible choice?
‘Siri’, my VW Scirocco – a sensible choice?

I’d only got rid of the Alfa Romeo Brera due to the disappointing and almost dangerous turbo lag, and it’s poor fuel consumption. The Scirocco (AKA ‘Siri‘) was a very similar beast, yet with similar if not better fuel economy, a nippy responsive petrol engine, and an apparently better ride.

Had I finally got it right??

Next part of the story: Old before my time

My car history part 10: Maggy’s big sister

It was September 2013 and I had only one working car!

Maggy the 5th, my perfect car, a BBR turbo MX-5, was awaiting an engine re-fit which wouldn’t happen until the next year.

Adriana‘, the BMW 3 series convertible, was a car I had regretted buying within the first two weeks of ownership, and had been
plagued with reliability issues.

Why did I keep making these mistakes?

I sat down and had a serious think.

I should buy a sensible, newish, diesel BMW or Audi.

I should.

I should.

I didn’t.

I bought a Fast & Furious featured car, a 1994 Mazda RX-7 turbo.

Fast & Furious - my Mazda RX-7
Fast & Furious – my Mazda RX-7

Why oh why oh why?!?

Because my wonderful logic had deemed it was the perfect car.

Maggy – the 5th of my MX-5s – was my perfect car; in terms of looks, the way it drove and the smile that was instantly plastered onto your face every time you drove her, and the performance – but she only had two seats. And a tiny boot.

I had a daughter and a girlfriend – I needed back seats. I also missed the convenience of having a hatchback.

The RX-7 met the criteria.

It had back seats.

It had a hatchback.

It looked like Maggy (pop up headlights, yay!!).

It handled like Maggy, yet had more power.

It was Maggy’s big sister!

What could possibly go wrong?

Don’t answer that. I’m still trying to sell the f**ker as I write this.

How could I have been so wrong? I’d made a spreadsheet and everything. It had even had a pretty colour scheme!!

Ok, subconsciously I knew I was making a mistake. But perhaps I needed to make that mistake… one more time. Lily from How I Met Your Mother puts it perfectly:

“OK, yes it’s a mistake. I know it’s a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know it’s a mistake because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say ‘yep, that was a mistake.’ So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you’d go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not.”

The biggest concern with buying this ageing supercar was the reliability of the unique Wankel Rotary engine, and expense if
something went wrong with it.

The second was rust. I didn’t want a repeat story of the Nissan 300ZX (see My car history part 5: The Power Years), a similar vehicle to the RX-7 (I also considered the Mitsubishi GTO and the Toyota Supra – both too heavy and expensive).

So if I bought an RX-7 with a recent rebuild and a warranty, and with sound bodywork, preferably freshly imported from Japan (where they don’t rust), then I wouldn’t have a problem.

Except they were bloody expensive. I had to compromise.

I found and purchased ‘Becks‘ (Becky, the RX), a rust free, 2004 imported model, with a recent engine rebuild. No warranty, but the guy who was selling it had rebuilt it himself in his own time; yet he worked for a Mazda & Ford specialist. He had an excellent reputation on the expert forums and promised to help with any problems I should experience.

He’d live to regret that.

I still hadn’t shaken off the Gremlins.

The engine started to die.

Andy, the builder, was mortified. He’d rebuild many RX-7s and never had a problem before. What had I done to it?!?!?

He offered to help but was a long way away in Guildford. I tried an RX-7 specialist closer to home and after running a compression test, presented me with a bill for £4000 to rebuild it.

*!&^

I drove to Guildford and left the car with Andy.

Ho hum.

Meanwhile, to fuel my car buying urges, I helped my new girlfriend to find and buy a suitable car to replace her beloved Toyota Rav4. She didn’t want to get rid of it, but for reasons beyond our control, it had to go.

It had been a 2004 American model with a 2.4 litre engine and for a 4×4/SUV it was surprisingly nippy. The UK 2.0 litre version felt rather underpowered. She tried a Honda CRV and was thoroughly disappointed. Time was ticking, and we spotted what look like the
perfect upgrade – a 2001 Lexus RX300.

The girlfriend's Lexus RX300
The girlfriend’s Lexus RX300

This was a significantly more powerful 3.0 litre vehicle, and a step up in terms of luxury. Heated leather seats, SatNav, sunroof; all the luxurious Lexus works. We had initially been put of an RX300 due to the thirsty fuel consumption, but this was a rare LPG conversion. The RAV4 had also been an LPG conversion and had performed excellently.

Sadly the Lexus didn’t live up to expectations. Don’t get me wrong – it was a damn good car. But we’d fooled ourselves with MPG
expectations, and the laid back luxurious style of the car couldn’t match the sporty eagerness of the little RAV4.

However, it would reasonably meet our requirements for the next 8 months and proved to be an excellent work horse…

Next part of the story: Maggy returns

My car history part 9: Gremlins strike back

The Gremlins still lived inside Maggy the 5th (my 5th and supposedly perfect MX-5, a rare BBR turbo model).

James (my much relied on MX-5 guru friend) had rebuilt the top end of the engine after she’d cooked herself but unfortunately had found the bottom end had also suffered considered damage. It wasn’t economical – plus he just didn’t have the time – to try and repair that too; we might as well source another engine. But first we’d try the car as it was, just in case we could get away with it…

She drove beautifully!

But quickly earned the nickname Smokey Disaster 2 (after the disastrous Maggy the 3rd AKA White Lightning AKA Smokey Disaster; see my earlier car history).

Smoke puthered out of her, due to the damage to the bottom end. She stank.

Then I recalled that the MOT has expired whilst she’d been away being rebuilt!

Of course, with that level of smoke coming out of her, she failed the MOT emissions test miserable.

James agreed to source me an engine and scored a blinder with a £150 low mileage lump – it had only done about 75,000km – i.e.
around 47,000 miles. Some poor sod had wrote of his low mileage pride and joy MX-5, but the engine was intact.

Poor James was up to his eyeballs in work, a house move, and trying to sort his own MX-5 out. He didn’t have the time to fit it, and then winter approached… I was going to be without Maggy for a few months.

My heart sank.

Not helping matters were the fact that the Gremlins had hopped into the beamer.

In the first month, I took it back to the dealers three times for problems with the headlights.

Then I took it in for a leak in the boot.

Then an issue with the roof not latching.

Then the boot leak returned.

The list of problems mounted. I was at BMW Sytner Monday or Tuesday mornings (the days I worked from home) dropping her off at
least twice a month for the next few months. I got to know the receptionists (I could have easily fallen for the young blonde ;))
and service guys. I made the most of their coffee machine and raisin toast.

Thankfully, the warranty covered everything – oh, except for the steering misalignment problem, but due to all the hassle I’d had,
they fixed that at a reduced price.

So much for a reliable BMW.

I’d had already decided that I wanted to sell her, but couldn’t until everything was fixed.

Meanwhile, I’d got back into motorcycling, due to the girl I was seeing at the time. I did the 1 day CBT test and got myself a Yamaha YZF R125 – the baby R6.

The 'Baby R6' - my Yamaha YZF R125
The ‘Baby R6’ – my Yamaha YZF R125

It was a beautiful looking and handling bike. Sure, it sounded a bit whiny but you could get up to 84mph without too much fuss. It was light and easy to handle and I took every opportunity to pop out to the shops or bank with it; I was loving the traffic jam skipping abilities and parking conveniences a bike gave you.

My girlfriend then took me along to a bikers meet, at MFN – Miles From Nowhere, or perhaps Middle of F**king Nowhere?! We had an
hour long convoy cruise beforehand with her riding her Honda CBR600, her friend/landlord a big cruiser and a guy we met up with
enroute chilling on his Harley.

Riding in convoy on the windy Derbyshire country roads was a great experience.

I started taking my full test. Squeezing in a couple of hours one or two evenings during the week, and a full or half day on Saturdays where I could, over a couple of months I managed to get my full bike license.

And in August 2013 bought a Ducati 749S Superbike!

And after 2 minutes of riding her, dropped it, shattering my brake pedal, pride, and confidence.

As our close group of friends would say, “These things happen“.

They do. It seems that most bikers have dropped their bike in the first year of ownership.

2 minutes, however, was pushing it…

'Daisy' - my Ducati 749s
‘Daisy’ – my Ducati 749s

My problem had been a lack of familiarity with the ‘dry clutch’ found on Ducati’s of that ilk, and not being yet being used to
the weight and balance of the bike. As I’d pulled away at a tight right hand turn junction, on loose gravel, I’d panicked at the
‘grinding’ sound of the dry clutch, and worried about over revving on the low grip gravel, had backed off the clutch without compensating with the throttle, and stalled it, whilst turning. Not being used to the bikes balance I hadn’t realised she was going over until it was too late to put my foot out, well, at least in the right place!

So down she went.

It seems most Ducati owners had also broke their brake pedals in the process of ‘binning it’ too. Crappy plastic design. I found a suitable metal replacement for the brake pedal and a replacement clutch cover from eBay (as I had dented mine in the drop) and got back on her.

But my confidence had took a blow and I gingerly pootled around, terrified of every right hand turn. Eventually I got used to the dry clutch and the weight of the bike, and opened her up.

Wow. What a machine. I’d easily hit 95mph in 3rd gear – I probably could have in 2nd to be fair – and there were 3 more gears to go!!

However, she was still somewhat of a beast to handle, and hard work. Popping to the shops and the bank as I had on the 125 was more of an effort. For a start, she weighed a ton in comparison, and getting her out of the garage was quite an effort. The same with parking her in the tight car park at the bank. And I wasn’t enjoying the thumpathumpa sound and vibration (particularly with my injured tailbone – will write a post on that in the Health & Fitness section later) of the V twin engine. I preferred the Japanese high revving scream to the Mafia machine gunner Italian. Perhaps I should have made the natural progression from my R125 to it’s big sister, the R6.

By then though, autumn was setting in and it was getting colder and rainy. As a fair weather biker only – I had bought her for fun, and the occasional traffic and parking advantages – I tucked up Daisy (Daisy Duke ;)) in the garage and put these musings aside for a few months…

Next part of the story: Maggy’s big sister

My car history part 8: Gremlins return

During the electrical problems I was having with my ‘perfect’ and ‘reliable’ MX-5 BBR turbo, AKA Maggy the 5th, I had had the
Alfa Romeo Brera a good few months (purchased Christmas 2012), and I enjoyed driving her, and it wasn’t giving me any of the
reliability issues my mates kept jibbing me about regarding Alfa’s previous reputation.

Nonetheless, she was disappointing me in a couple of areas.

First of all was the power delivery. When the turbo kicked in, you got a lovely surge of power and a thump in the back that felt like more than the 210bhp on tap. The problem was the delay to that delivery of power – a serious turbo lag issue. Looking back at some of the previous cars I’d owned and driven – the turbo charged 220bhp (in theory – it was producing less than 200bhp in reality) MX-5 and the Imprezza I’d driven on a track day – I had loved the turbo lag. However, that had been a half to one second delay, enough to build anticipation before the lightning struck.

In the Brera, it took more like 2 seconds – particularly if you’d not dropped down a gear – and this made it frustrating and potentially dangerous. Several times I’d go to overtake and not have the power until too late. Once I recall pulling out across a busy junction which I’d been queuing at for ages and almost causing a crash because she’d delayed too long in spooling up the turbo to shift that big heavy diesel lump out of the way!

My Dad's Ford Mondeo TDCi
My Dad’s Ford Mondeo TDCi

Sadly my Dad had passed away a few months before. I was in the process of trying to sell his low mileage (37,000 miles I believe?) 2002 Ford Mondeo 2.0TCDi. It had 130bhp compared to the 2008 Brera’s 210bhp yet responded in a much more satisfying
way.

Secondly, there was the fuel efficiency.

I’d bought a diesel to try and cut my extortionate fuel costs driving from the East Midlands to North Wales and back regularly
for work.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have bought a 210bhp 2.4 litre turbo and gone for a sensible 2 litre BMW diesel as my colleague Dave would constantly tell me. Perhaps he was right. But the official ‘combined’ MPG figure for the car was around 40mpg which was significantly better than anything else I’d owned – the 300ZX getting only 17mpg and the MX-5 BBR turbo achieving somewhere between 27 and 32mpg depending on how I drove her – and I always drove her hard – it would be rude not to!

In real life though, I couldn’t get better than 34mpg, and that was driving like an old man with cataracts. Realistically I was getting 31mpg – not the sort of fuel consumption I was hoping for.

However, she remained problem free.

Unfortunately the Gremlins returned.

But not to the Alfa.

They’d jumped off Maggy the 3rd (AKA Smokey Disaster), riddled the Nissan 300ZX for a bit and rusted her away, then hopped back
onto Maggy the 5th.

My electrical issues had gone, but now she was starting to overheat.

In Dec ’12 she overheated on the way to my cousin’s wedding. Fortunately I’d managed to cool her down and get my brother who was passing to lend me some water and then my Dad came by and I followed at a snails pace and made it on time. The problem then
appeared to be a fault with the radiator cap, and once replaced (saved by eBay yet again!), didn’t overheat any more.

Until it got warmer in the summer of 2013.

She overheated a few times. A few remedies were tried, but to no avail, and eventually, the engine went pop.

The original Mazda MX-5 engine is an incredibly solid lump, and will easily do 200,000 miles without issue. Some say it’s over engineered, making it perfect for turbo charging – although of course over doing it will cause the engine life to shorten. This one was turbocharged, but mildly, and with a Mazda approved BBR kit – so it should have lasted longer than it’s current 110,000 miles.

Yet it hadn’t. Although I’d bought a rust free and in theory well looked after car, it seemed it’s garaging had been the only TLC
it had received – the engine hadn’t been so well looked after; we found various botch jobs and evidence of tampering or previous
repair of the head gasket.

Fortunately, my good friend – nay, lifesaver car guru – James was on hand (yet again, bless him) and took her away to rebuild the top end.

But summer 2013 was here!! And I didn’t have a working softtop!

I was missing the feel of the wind in my hair (facial hair, I should say).

And the Brera’s sluggish turbo lag and subpar MPG performance were bugging me. If she’d been a bit on the slow side but got 40
plus mpg, I might not have been so bothered. But what was the point of having a slow diesel if it’s not economical?

I’d also got into my first potentially serious relationship since my divorce and although it was early days, realised that it was likely in the future that I would need a car at weekends to go places with my daughter, future long-term girlfriend and any kids that she may have.

So the solution was clearly a convertible with rear seats!

The only thing that was clear was that I’d not learnt my lesson.

In July 2013, I bought my second 3 litre BMW convertible (335).

My second BMW 3 series; a 335Ci
My second BMW 3 series; a 335Ci

I argued with myself that this was a sensible decision. It was a metal hard top convertible so would be quiet on the commute. And
although it had a large and powerful engine (think it produced about 320bhp!) it was a 2008 BMW; the brand being known to achieve the some of the best MPG figures for the power ratio at the time; besides, I was earning good money, and even though I still had to drive to North Wales, it was only once a week now.

The engine had two turbochargers so pulled very nicely, rather than the flat performance of the 2001 BMW 3 series convertible I’d
had back in 2007/2008.

Of course, after a very short time (2 weeks??) I’d decided I didn’t like it.

It was too heavy.

It wasn’t economical (well duh!).

I didn’t like ‘the image’ – it was a little too flash and people wouldn’t let me in at junctions again – flashbacks to Porsche ownership!

The hardtop took waaaay too long to operate. The thing I love about the MX-5 is that you can pop the hood off in about 1 second
and raise it in 2; even if you’re moving – so great at traffic lights when the sun pops out or the breeze/rain steps up. In the beamer it took about 10 seconds, and although in theory it was operable when moving, it was restricted when you went above 10mph – so I dare not operate at traffic lights. I did a couple of times and resulted in queuing traffic honking at me which was rather embarrassing.

You also look like a prat sat there with your finger on the button waiting for your fancy metal roof to fold up/down on your flashy shiny BMW – you can almost feel the stares.

With a £1500 MX-5 you just don’t get that.

The MX-5 BBR turbo and the Beamer
The MX-5 BBR turbo and the Beamer

Then of course I ended up single again, and with the MX-5 AKA Maggy the 5th back and running (plus a few more cosmetic tweaks, such as black alloys and new rear lights) was using that when I could.

I decided to try and get rid of the beamer ASAP – would the dealers take it back?

Only at a RIDICULOUS cut in price.

So I considered selling privately… it was still summer… the world economics were improving… I’d got it for what I considered a reasonable price so perhaps I could sell it quickly and not loose out too badly…

But the Gremlins hadn’t left yet…!

Next part of the story: Gremlins strike back

My car history part 7: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

The MX-5 wasn’t quite perfect: Yet.

I’d bought it because I knew that the BBR turbo was perfect for me in terms of power, reliability and insurance cost. But they were few and far between (only 800 made, between 1992 and 1994), and only available in white, red or black.

I found red a tad boring (although these days, with black alloys, I like them) and they tended to fade badly; I went to see a white one but the early white cars were more of an off-white cream that just looked dirty and old compared to the frozen white paint job of Maggy the 3rd (when she wasn’t stained with smoke, that is!). So a black one it was then – I could always wrap her or respray her later anyway.

I did look at one red one, with a respray in mind, but with the BBR cars being UK rather than Japanese models, they’d had 20 odd years to rust in the UK weather (Jap cars don’t seem to rust), and this one was absolutely riddled with it.

After much searching I’d found the black one, and it had been garaged daily for 14 years of it’s life. Hence there wasn’t a patch of rust on her.

Tan leather interior of Maggy the 5th - my 5th MX-5
Tan leather interior of Maggy the 5th – my 5th MX-5

I didn’t like the interior – browny tan coloured panels, carpet and leather seats. True, Maggy the 1st, my British Racing Green Roadster/MX-5 had had the same interior, but it suited the BRG colour scheme better and had a more traditional classic sports car look – think Triumph Spitfire and MG-F.

I decided to replace the interior.

Bad move.

The MX-5's tan interior being removed
The MX-5’s tan interior being removed

This was a huge job. First, I sourced a black interior from a scrapped car, from ‘Junk Yard Dog’ off the MX5Nutz forum. Then one sunny weekend, I ripped the entire interior out. Not an easy job, especially getting the wheel off and taking the whole dashboard out.

I managed it, but made a few mistakes.

The MX-5's carpet and dashboard removed
The MX-5’s carpet and dashboard removed

I’d taken a few pictures of the wiring looms I’d disconnected, to make sure I didn’t have any problems plugging things back in. But I got lazy towards the end and didn’t bother to take some essential snaps, assuming it was pretty obvious what plugged in where.

It wasn’t.

I’d also had to cut one cable, assuming it was easy to fix when I put it back together.

It wasn’t.

And then there’s the cable I snapped accidentally during the removal but didn’t notice until later.

Much later.

Eventually I got her all back together. Almost predictably, the car didn’t start.

Most of the new black interior fitted to my MX-5
Most of the new black interior fitted to my MX-5

Much pfaffing around over the next few days ensued. After much cursing and my Dad asking why I hadn’t taken enough photos of what went where, and him quoting the ever famous “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” saying, I managed to get her running!!

Yay!

Re-upholstered leather seats for the MX-5
Re-upholstered leather seats for the MX-5

Meanwhile I’d got hold of a pair of old cloth seats and had them recovered in black leather and suede with red stitching and the Roadster logo much like the seats I’d had in Maggy the 3rd. I sold the tan leather seats on eBay.

 

Annie enjoying my old seats
Annie enjoying my old seats

However, all was not well.

A week or so later, all electrical power was lost half way down the road. I pulled up and tried to start her. No joy. Panic. Try again – she started!

Odd.

A few more days pass, I park the car up one night, try and start her the next day – no joy. She just wouldn’t start!!

I had to call out roadside recovery.

It seemed that although turning the key fired the starter motor, there was no spark generated at the spark plugs – or an incredibly weak one. Occasionally, she would start.

So what was the problem? Well, that was the question on my lips for the next 6 months. After speaking to friends, colleagues, family, my 5 year old daughter, the local cat, anyone who could possibly have any ideas, reading hundreds of articles and forum posts, speaking to my MX-5 Guru friend James, replacing many, many electrically related components (good old eBay again) and spending a small fortune at garages: we found it.

A bad connection on the battery.

Was that all?!?!

Hard to say. When I’d first had problems starting her up after switching the interior I’d tightend the battery well – recalling a similar problem I’d had with Smokey Disaster AKA Maggy the 3rd. But back then it had been a problem with the old immobilser that hadn’t been fully removed and me breaking a connection – possibly.

I didn’t care: Finally, Maggy the 5th was back on the road and running well!!!

But not for long…

Next part of the story: Gremlins return

My car history part 6: Love of my life

In September 2012 I purchased my fifth (and possibly final!) MX-5!

Maggy the 5th - the 'perfect' MX-5, a BBR Turbo
Maggy the 5th – the ‘perfect’ MX-5, a BBR Turbo

Maggy the 5th‘ was a black 1993 1.6 Mazda MX-5 BBR Turbo. In theory this was the perfect MX-5 for me – not modified as such – the BBR turbo kit was approved and factory fitted by Mazda, and in insurance terms, wasn’t modified either – so the insurance dropped from £700 to a mere £200 a year!

True, the turbo kit wasn’t up to modern standards and the 220bhp+ turbo set ups; it only upped the 1.6 litre engines power from 114bhp to a little over 150bhp; but in a car that light and nimble, it’s plenty. And I’d rather have reliability that going down the modified route and the disaster that was Maggy the 3rd.

At this point though I still had 3 other cars:

  • The Blue MX-5 AKA Maggy the 4th
  • Nissan 300ZX
  • Toyota Celica
4 cars: A little excessive
4 cars: A little excessive

Having 4 cars for one person was somewhat ridiculous (and costly) so I sold Maggy the 4th Oct 2012 to a pleasant chap called Dan who I’ve remained in touch with on Facebook and I’m pleased to say he’s given her a great overhaul and it’s great to see he’s enjoying her as much as I did.

I was still trying to fix the various issues with the Nissan (and buying, an ever, a variety of used car parts from eBay), so was struggling to sell her. I also put the Celica up for sale and scraped a mere £900 back in December.

A day before Christmas, I decided to treat myself, and bought a ‘sensible’ diesel.

Only it wasn’t that sensible – it was a 2008 Alfa Romeo Brera.

'Alfie' - my Alfa Romeo Brera
‘Alfie’ – my Alfa Romeo Brera

Oh, it was beautiful though – sumptuous ribbed leather seats, stainless steel everywhere and dials that were angled towards the driver – I could sit and look at both interior and exterior all day long.

The luxurious Alfa interior
The luxurious Alfa interior

So, on Christmas day 2012, I had the Nissan 300ZX, the new Brera, and the MX-5 BBR turbo on the drive way. All I needed to do was get rid of the rusty Nissan, and I’d have the perfect set up – in theory!

The revised driveway line-up
The revised driveway line-up

I couldn’t bring myself to hide the rust issue on the Nissan – it could have been pretty dangerous if the radiator had dropped out at speed! – so offered it as a project car on the specialist forums to someone who could do the work themselves cheap. In the end some chap from the Ukraine (or thereabouts) had a look and said:

It good. Not problem. I know good guy at MOT place, yes? We take.”

– and I managed to get a poultry £1500 back for her.

So by February 2013 I had a gorgeous but practical(ish) diesel, and the perfect MX-5, things couldn’t be better, right?

I had go and mess it up…

Next part of the story: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

My car history part 5: The Power Years

Although I loved the MX-5 (Maggy 2), I’d had a bit of a power fixation since the Elise. Browsing the web at the end of 2010 I realised that you could relatively easily supercharge or turbocharge your MX-5. I ended up buying a second hand supercharger for £1500 which would take my 138bhp MX-6 up to about 190bhp. In a car that light (970kg) that would be damn impressive.

I decided to do some interior mods too. I found heated seat inserts and was all set to buy, but then found some second hand heated leather seats from a MK2 MX-5 and went for those instead. I was all set to transform her – but I was getting scared by the scaling cost and complexities of the supercharging process. Then in April 2011 a turbocharged white MX-5 came on the market for £6000 and I snapped her up, trading in my black (2nd) MX-5 in the process.

This was a huge mistake.

White Lightning” (Maggy the 3rd) was, quite literally, a disaster. The Gremlins got in this car and didn’t leave it, until 2 and a half years later.

White Lightning - The Turbo Charged MX-5
White Lightning – The Turbo Charged MX-5
The beautiful interior of the MX-5
The beautiful interior of the MX-5

£6K may seem like a lot to spend on a 20 year old 1.6l car. But ‘Painter Dave’ (as he was known on the experts forums) had spent about 10k on her and she was a masterpiece. Beautifully repainted in Ford Frozen White, the whole interior had been upgraded with leather and red stitching and suede and chrome and drool inducing aftermarket parts. It SMELT like a new car. Under the bonnet, the turbo charged engine offered up a promise of 220bhp. At that weight to power ratio, that was better than the 252bhp Porsche Boxster S my Uni friend had bought.

She drove like a rocket!

I was sold. But Dave hadn’t quite finished it off and I was impatient… I ended up buying it with a ‘minor smoking’ issue. He assured me the turbo was leaking oil and needed re-conditioning and would cost about £300, so knocked that off the bill.

The smoke was quite significant and stained the back of the car. I took it to a company near work that re-conditioned the turbo for me (unfortunely it was a lot more than the £300 expected). I got the car back, blasted down the motorway – and BOOM.

Melted the engine.

To cut a very (very) long story short, with the car having so many modifications, the aftermarket ECU was tuned to handle a set amount of boost from the turbo and fuel accordingly. As far as we (the garage, Dave, my new found MX-5 guru friend James and others from the forums) could determine, the re-conditioned (i.e. fixed) turbo had essentially put out more boost/power – or something else had changed from the removal, re-conditioning and re-fitting – that had put the car out of balance, and the ECU didn’t know how to handle this – no safe tuning had been built in – and the engine cooked itself.

Who was to blame? Difficult one… too many factors involved. I then had several months of pain as she was rebuilt by the garage. They didn’t admit fault as such (but they should have known/warned me, with it being a modified car) but they cut about £400 off the final bill, but I was still about £800 out of pocket…

I hoped then that my troubles would be over. But no. I experienced problem after problem with the car, and it still smoked badly. It did it the most at traffic lights; I’d stop, and a cloud of stinking smoke would drift by me. Not pleasant. Then I had about a years worth of electric/starting issues… I won’t detail everything else, the list is endless.

My MX-5 master friend James helped me as often as he could, but for weeks/months at a time, the newly renamed “Smokey Disaster” was off the road. During this time I was using the reliable and fun Celica. But spring (2012) was on her way and it was getting sunny… and I was without a working softtop!!!

How was I going to tan my bold bonce?

Maggy The 4th - my fourth MX-5!
Maggy The 4th – my fourth MX-5!

So… I went out and bought my 4th MX-5, a bright blue (non-standard paint job) 1.6l Roadster for £1400. Again, great fun. And very reliable – I fixed a dodgy zip on the soft top and fixed the electric windows (one of the few things that eventually break on a 20 year old MX-5) but otherwise a cracking, solid car, that had no other issues with in my ownership.

This was around the time I decided to paint the Celica Matt Black.

With orange highlights.

Myself.

Why?

Painting the Celica with Rustoleum paint - using a roller!
Painting the Celica with Rustoleum paint – using a roller!

Good question. I didn’t like silver?? I like a challenge? Anyway – read about the 99 dollar paint job for more information if you fancy doing this yourself with a tin of Rustoleum and a roller!

My Celica in Matt black and Orange
My Celica in Matt black and Orange

Eventually “Smokey Disaster” pushed my patience too far and I wanted rid. The best option financially was for James to strip her of the turbo and return it to a bog standard car (thank god for James, not sure what I would have done without him – need to buy him more beer!), and sell the parts and car separately. He fitted another engine, as this one had never been great after the rebuild. Once this was done, she drove beautifully, and I consider keeping her – but I was never over keen on the fancy body kit and had decided to get a 5th ‘perfect’ MX-5, so put her up for sale.

The driveway with Smokey Disaster...
The driveway with Smokey Disaster…
... Smokey Disaster swapping for a Nissan 300ZX - 'Nelly'!
… Smokey Disaster swapping for a Nissan 300ZX – ‘Nelly’!

By September 2012, I’d had the Celica for 18 months and still really liked her, but I was slightly regretting my paint job (and all the sarcastic comments that came with it; except for small boys/teenagers who loved it) and after making it a tad subtler (painting the orange bits black!) started to look for a replacement. I was looking at Mitsubishi GTO’s and Nissan 300ZX’s as they were a similar ‘shape’ and style; Jap coupe/hatchbacks with rear seats – but with OODLES of power. I test drove a 300ZX and was absolutely stunned by the acceleration; that one was as rusty as hell and had a leaky sunroof, but then I spotted a nice red one… got chatting to the guy and turned out he wanted an MX-5… he turned up, and we did a swap!

White Lightning AKA Smokey Disaster AKA Maggy the 3rd was gone!

I thought I’d got a pretty good deal. I’d been trying to sell the MX-5 for around £3k, due to her paint job/interior etc, but a mate thought I’d be lucky to get £2k. The ZX was for sale at £2700 and we did a straight swap – brill.

'Nelly', my modified Nissan 300ZX
‘Nelly’, my modified Nissan 300ZX

It was slightly modified, so it’s twin turbo 3l engine power was up from 300bhp to between 350 and 370bhp! It FLEW. Problem was, it had a few rust issues (I had to replace the pipe from the fuel filler to the tank as it rotted through!) and a intermittent ‘hesitation’ or ‘stumble’ when accelerating, which got worse as the weather got colder…

I managed to eventually get that sorted out, but a major rust issue on a support beam (MOT failure) was discovered – £800’s worth of work. I decided that fun as she was, she was too old/rusty and ‘heavy’ – I felt terrified going round corners – and made my mind up to sell her.

I’d kept the Celica during this time ‘just in case’… and had been looking out for the ‘perfect’ MX-5; basically, a turbo-charged one, but not a modified one (after the last disaster!) – rather the rare BBR Turbo model.

And eventually found her…

Next part of the story: Love of my life

My car history part 4: Exotic car threesome

In the autumn of 2009, 6 months into driving her, the MR2 tried to kill me.

Several times.

In the wet, she was a devil. If you lost grip, she was very unpredictable and hard to control. I was now driving 110 miles to Chester/North Wales regularly, and I felt like I was going to die soon, and at the tender age of 31 and recently single again, decided I wanted to live a little longer.

I traded her in for a 2003 Honda Civic Type-R in red (believe it was around £7500 and they gave me £3500 for the MR2). Now, I’ve never been keen on red cars, but in this sporty guise with white alloys, it worked. This was a pretty damn awesome car. The 2 litre VTEC engine felt more powerful than the 197bhp official figure; whether the aftermarket huge and noisy exhaust (sounded amazing through tunnels – Annie loved this at the age of 3 and STILL asks me why I got rid of the “noisy red car” now at the age of 6) helped I don’t know, or whether it was just that VTEC surge – you got a lovely kick in the back at high revs, similar to the Elise. I loved the power, and the comfort and colour of the interior with the red stitching and white dials was lovely.

However, she was a pig to park. The turning circle was pathetic, the steering incredibly heavy, and visibility was awful – where I was stopping overnight a few nights a week in Chester I had to parallel park her in tiny spaces with high curbs, and I made a right mess of the alloys. The constant noise of the exhaust gave me a headache on the regular 2 hour journey.

Overall though, I was still enjoying the Type-R at this point but I was missing the ‘feel of the wind in my hair’ (theoretically – I have no hair) that I got from a convertible. It was the summer of 2009 and I needed that sunshine back in my life…

'Holly' - the Honda Civic, and 'Maggy 2' - my 2nd MX-5
‘Holly’ – the Honda Civic, and ‘Maggy 2’ – my 2nd MX-5
'Maggy 2' - my second MX-5, with BBS alloys
‘Maggy 2’ – my second MX-5, with BBS alloys

I remembered how much I’d enjoyed my MX-5, but I still needed a sensible family car. I checked and realised I could get an MX-5 for around £1500 but wasn’t sure how I’d be able to insure both… however, my friend Stan at work has a car obsession worse than me and owns multiple cars, and he was able to recommend a few insurance companies that specialised in multi-car insurance (before it was a common thing). Next thing you know, I’d bought ‘Maggy 2‘ – another Eunos Roadster AKA Jap Import Mazda MX-5 in black with BBS alloys – great. This was a 1.8 as opposed to my previous 1.6 but they are slightly heavier and less torquey; I couldn’t really tell the difference to be honest – I just loved its nippy smallness and having the roof down gave me an enormous sense of freedom. You couldn’t help but smile driving this car.

I’d had enough of the Type-R by January 2011 – 18 months ownership not being a bad effort though with the cars I’d owned recently! I’d also wanted a Porsche Boxster for many years (had test drove a few before buying the Elise) and realised that they’d come down significantly in price over the years. I didn’t really want to get rid of the MX-5, but having two 2-seater cars wasn’t practical. However, I’d managed to get a very good ‘cherished’ car insurance on the MX-5 and checking around the insurance realised I could get a third cheap ‘practical’ car, at least in the short term…

So I could have 3 cars! A Porsche Boxster, an MX-5, and a cheap hatchback – why not?!?

'Cecilia' - the Toyota Celica
‘Cecilia’ – the Toyota Celica

I test drove both a 2001 Toyota Celica 1.8 VVTI (140bhp) and a 2003 Hyundai Coupe 2.0 (S3 – I’d owned an S1 before). I much prefered the former, and purchased one for £2000. Ok, it’s a small coupe, rather than a more practical hatchback, but it had a decent hatchback style boot anyway, and back seats, so met my needs! It felt a bit ‘basic’ in some ways but was very chuckable and enjoyable to drive; had a happy pull to it and a great character.

I managed to get £6000 in a private sale of the Type-R and then found a year 2000 2.5l Silver Boxster in London that I liked the look of for the same price, and went down on the train and purchased it and drove back in her (Polly).

'Polly', my Porsche Boxster 2.5
‘Polly’, my Porsche Boxster 2.5

I was disappointed. I’d drove both the 3.2 and 2.5’s before and had enjoyed both, but it had been a newer 2.5, and I think this one was just a little old/worn out – it just didn’t feel very quick at all. It was also rather dull inside with grey leather seats that were surprisingly uncomfortable. It felt significantly slower than the Type-R. Technically, it was slightly more powerful (204bhp vs 197bhp) although a tiny bit heavier; pretty much the same power per weight ratio – but the ‘flat’ power delivery (as opposed to the Type-R’s ‘snappy’ VTEC) and the ‘civilised’ ride just meant it was no fun!

Plus driving a Porsche means that everything thinks you’re a twat. Nobody would let me in at junctions. I lived in fear of my car being keyed.

Every time I stepped out of the Porsche I had a gloomy expression; I got in the MX-5 and started to grin like a village idiot – a quarter of the price, 2/3s of the power, but 10 times the fun factor.

3 months later, the Porsche was sold.

Busy driveway - the Celica, Porsche and MX-5
Busy driveway – the Celica, Porsche and MX-5

Next part of the story: The power years

My car history part 3: Financial crisis strikes!

After selling the awe inspiring but back breaking Lotus Elise in Autumn 2006 and putting some of the money back into my mortgage, I decided that I needed something reasonably sensible – a baby was on the way!

The drug dealers car: A black BMW
The drug dealers car: A black BMW

I still wanted something with some ‘oomph’… I found a 2001 black BMW 3 series convertible (Y312UGC) that the pram would fit in the back of – perfect!

Except… it wasn’t.

It had a 3 litre flat 6 engine and where that produced plenty of power, it did indeed feel somewhat – flat. And heavy, after the lightweight Elise and relatively light MX-5. It just wasn’t fun to drive. Plus driving a black beamer, everyone treated you as if you were a cock.

Or a drug dealer.

Also, with Annie (my daughter) on her way, the wife at the time wanted something safer than the Audi A4 (her model performing surprisingly poorly in the safety tests) and we bought a 2002 Mazda6 1.8 in electric blue (MK52LKA); think it was around the £6K mark.

Great car. She still had it until recently (some idiot drove into the back of it end of June 2014) and although it was utterly scratched and battered (thank’s to her ‘spirited’ driving) it was still going strong, with only a flat battery to complain about in it’s 8 years of loyal service.

In the autumn of 2008 we had the financial crash!

My contract was not renewed and I was out of work for 5 months. Supporting a wife at Uni and with a 1 year old to feed, I was forced to the sell the BMW with a heavy loss – I got 7K for her and had bought her for 12.5k only 18 months before. It was a bad time to sell a thirsty (hard economic times) convertible (summer had ended) but I needed the cash…

My 'cheapo' Hyundai Coupe
My ‘cheapo’ Hyundai Coupe

I bought myself a cheap £900 Hyundai Coupe 2.0 in silver (S something TMB – Tommy Boy!). It was quite a lot of car for the money; leather interior, sunroof etc. The engine was meaty enough but not exactly refined; a bit noisy and the handling was pretty awful – but I had fun chucking her about 🙂

By spring 2009 I had some cash in my pockets again. I recalled the halcyon days of soft-top motoring and considered an MX-5 again… but fancied something different, and looked at the MG-TF but was put of by reliability issues.

My Toyota MR2 - plus racing stripes!
My Toyota MR2 – plus racing stripes!

In the end I decided Japanese reliability was the way to go, and chose a year 2000 blue Toyota MR2 for around the 3-4K mark. It had a happy easy revving 1.8 litre 140ish bhp engine (pretty much the same one as had been in the Elise, although that had been tuned to 190bhp) in a light car, and was pretty nippy. It was good fun whizzing over those Milton Keynes roundabouts (where I was working at the time). I was never keen on the general looks and bland blue colour, so, heading back to the trusted Halfords/eBay, I added racing stripes and a rear spoiler.

As you do 🙂

But the MR2 wasn’t to last long…

The MR2 and Mazda6
The MR2 and Mazda6

Next part of the story: Exotic car threesome