Well here we go! Feel very under-qualified to be doing this, never mind publishing the proceeds, but I have got so many ideas and learned so much from this forum that I thought it only right to document my own T:.
Got going with a bit of a false start unfortunately. Found a T5.1 with air con at a reasonable price, borrowed my mum's car and set off for York to make the deal. Poked it a bit, kicked the wheels, frowned at the self tappers, razzed it up the street and back, phoned the wife, and said I'd take it. Lifelong savings disappeared into the electronic ether and a week later Big Bertha was sitting on my drive
. The family were smitten and I quickly got to work lefty-loosening those damn self-tappers and stripping out the ply. It was then that horror struck
. Hidden under the ply was a hole in the body work as if a mighty mouse had torn his way through the inner skin. Turning to the forum for advice this seemed most likely to to be the left overs from a repair by a ham-fisted back street panel beater
. Somewhat deflated by this I phoned the dealer. It felt like I was phoning the breeder of a new puppy. I new something was wrong with it but it was already part of the family, and I sort of loved it anyway. In fairness the breeder, ahem.. dealer, was very helpful and to make a short story long I ended up with a new van. It even has electric windows and mirrors which the old one didn't. And lower mileage. Strangely though, I just don't feel the same about it as I did Big Bertha. I don't know its reg. and it doesn't have a name. It is known by the family just as 'The Van'. Poor van. I don't even have a picture of it. But I am sure we will grow to love it in time.....
Got going with a bit of a false start unfortunately. Found a T5.1 with air con at a reasonable price, borrowed my mum's car and set off for York to make the deal. Poked it a bit, kicked the wheels, frowned at the self tappers, razzed it up the street and back, phoned the wife, and said I'd take it. Lifelong savings disappeared into the electronic ether and a week later Big Bertha was sitting on my drive