July 23, 200124 yr I just spent 40 mins typing out a long message and got an error when I clicked ! LOST THE LOT ! ! ! GRRRRRR This has been the worst day ever ! ! ! Jayen (soon to be Z-less for his maliciously violent crime)
July 23, 200124 yr Well, I thought a nights sleep would change my outlook - but nope, it's stime to face the harsh reality. Cornwall is NOT the place in which to own a Z. My woe-full story... I was driving home from work in the early hours this morning and had to divert down a VERY narrow road. It was pitch black with no lights anywhere and light mist approaching and the turning I had to make was in possible due to the insufficient turning circle of the Z (there's quite a few roads like that down here which I know of, but I'd never been near this one before). I had two options, 1)reverse back down the road, or 2)perform a 3 point turn using someon's driveway. Bearing in mind the size of the 'piller-box' style rear window, the teeny-weeny sports mirrors and of course one left reversing light that is about as much use as a pocket tourch)... and as we all know the stock lights at the front are great for illuminating the glass just inches in front of them, I decided to opt for the 3 point turn. Creeping forward then back (utilising every inch available) it was clear that the afformentioned turning circle would mean an upgrade to a 5 point turn. By point 4... I was back up against a big wooden gate and completely wedged. Only one direction to go... and so... steering lock on full...slowly...slowly...CRUNCH ! ! ! *Sinks at the memory still fresh in his mind* Got out to have a look, and my beloved Z was snagged on the grass verge with mud, grit and big bl**dy stones beneath her! Of course, once your in a situation like that, you are well aware that you have to create even more damage by breaking yourself off it- which really did feel like and animal knawing off a leg just to survive the trap. So...with heart sunk and teeth jammed tighter than a Scotsman's wallet...I slowly broke her free to the tune of more grinding. After that I had to drive below 50mph, as above that the wind resistance was now making the plack plastic now extruding flap... with a sound that can only be described like a beer mat being flapped across the spokes of a moving bike wheel. I'm off to the bodyshop this morning for the 4th time in 10 months... due to the likes of road humps, high kerbs, tiny mini roundabouts in daft places and 2 attempted break-in's. I can't afford either the financial nor the emotional expense and so I've resigned to contacting a guy who made me an offer (well below what I wanted). If he's still interested, I'll deliver her to a land where the fields are green, the roads are long and open.. and the hills are alive with the sound of music (sung from my ICE). *welling up* 'I declare this county is in violation of the 'Z' convention and so therefor should be declared out of bounds to onwers who cherish their beauties with love and affection.' I was so looking forward to Silverstone too. Jayen (very disheartened)
I just spent 40 mins typing out a long message and got an error when I clicked ! LOST THE LOT ! ! ! GRRRRRR
This has been the worst day ever ! ! !
Jayen
(soon to be Z-less for his maliciously violent crime)