As Ferry Porsche once said “Cars are my life”
I work a 50 hour + week in my day job and in the summer usually get up around 4am to get at least 2 ½ hrs work on the cars before breakfast, go to work, and when I get home I usually work until 11pm on the cars. Very often I work through and don’t go to bed. My wife divorced me because I was the man who never stood still, I’m always working and when I’m not I’m thinking about cars. In between all that I run & organise many car club events and write for several magazines.
Winter is usually the time the writing increases and the labour reduces, purely because it’s too cold at night to work more than 5 hours each evening. I stay in bed until about 5:30am in the winter and try and get at least an hour in before going to work.
Cars are simply what I do, always have and always hope to. I usually give myself a target 6 months to restore a car and so in the last 32 years of car restoration I’ve done quite a few. Some go much quicker, some are slow burn. When I was younger I spent 1000’s of hours on Beetles (had 17 of them) then the penny dropped and I realised that 1 hour of your time is just 1 hour of your time so why waste it on a car that has a ceiling value of £10K, when you could spend that same hour on a car without ceiling value. I then worked my way through almost every model of Porsche and all sorts of exotica. Then 10 years ago age 40 another penny dropped. Why sell them? I always got my cars properly sorted out and I never really sold a car to someone who truly appreciated what had been done. So I always regretted selling my cars, so I decided it was easier to keep them. Over the years I was fortunate to have all sorts of stuff pass through my ownership and now I have a reduced collection of only10 cars (the divorce caused that!). As I said earlier, I’m the man who can’t sit still, so the 914 is part of a journey from the heart of selecting cars that I really wanted when I was younger, but for whatever reason didn’t manage to get.
It’s not about the value (been there done that), it’s not about profit (got the Tee shirt on that one) and since I don’t plan to sell anything it’s simply about passion and love for the car.
So tonight’s escapades involved putting a clear coat on the pedal assembly bracket, rubbing down last nights primer on the pedals themselves and giving them a coat of black. Wire hooks over the hall radiator and it’s a bit whiffy currently in the house!
I also sorted out some nice new split pins for the accelerator & brake pedal shafts and put another zinc coat on the brake calliper pins.
This weeks Darwin award for the “Numpty of the Week” who stalls my restoration progress goes to………….. the anonymous TNT delivery man who put a card through my door today without filling in the consignment number. I called TNT to arrange a 2nd delivery tomorrow and they said that I cannot arrange anything without the consignment number. When I explained the box was blank on the card they said I would have to either wait in on the off chance they would try and deliver again tomorrow (like I’m going to have a day off work) or get home to another card and hope the TNT man fills in the consignment number!!!
I said “what if I come to the Depo (open until 8pm) and just collect my parcel?”. “Sorry no, not without the consignment number. We can’t find your parcel”
“Cant you just check by my address, you know, the thing that’s written on it (that’s how the mail service has run since the year 1500) or by which driver was on my area route to locate my parcel?
“Sorry no, we don’t have time to read addresses, its all barcoded now, so we need the consignment number”
“But your driver didn’t write it on the card!”
“Have you tried on line?”
“Yes it says I need to put the consignment number in, which is why I’m calling you to arrange a delivery method or collection. Ok, look, I’ll just put a note on my door to tell them to leave it behind the coal bunker”
“Sorry, they can’t do that without authority from the Depo”
“Ok, I’m giving you authority to tell them to leave it as per my instructions”.
“Sorry sir, I cant do that without your consignment number”
Is it just me?







