Left a bit, straight, right a bit, wiggle it in and out….
You wouldn’t believe I’ve experience of reversing up narrow Yorkshire streets, often between parked cars.
This was so stressful.
I’ve got the Ambassador into the garage before, but not just after I’d spent a small fortune on having the car re-sprayed and renovated.
Makes one nervous.
Well it’s done and now I can go on holiday.
Nothing is straightforward, it’s India.
Sowbaghya aka SB gave it to the paper collection man as scrap.
Next …
… job is to clear the garage and obstacles (plants, furniture, two wheelers) from outside, to make the drive drivable.
I’ve accumulated so much stuff.
In my defence, I have lived here the longest in my whole life. That’s fifteen years.
One step closer.
I leave for the U.K. in two weeks and plan for radical to live there. Given the regular downpours we’ve had she should have moved in previously
I’m well suited to India.
I’m expert at putting jobs off.
The beauty arrives
Manjula’s Car rises again.
I bought it for her ten years ago.
Satish and I had searched Karnataka and eventually found it in Mandya District (near Srirangapatnam).
We needed it, as due to her health Manjula couldn’t safely and comfortably continue to ride pillion on my two wheelers.
We joked that not unlike the Bollywood movie — ‘Driving Miss Daisy” there was a chauffeur ( in our case a white old, not a black guy) and not an aged white woman as passenger but a brown ageless Indian beauty — my MAnjula.
It’s arrived at our house now….
Let’s not talk about when it was supposed to be finished.
The cost is greater than expected but then I did add more to the list of jobs.
Still waiting
We’re getting there.
One more week to go
Hang on a minute there’s… . Another beaut…
No no no we stick with radical red…
The first coat of the new colour.
It’s not the first metamorphosis she’s experienced.
Born in 1960 as one of the first in this country — previously a Morris Oxford in the U.K. until the equipment was exported to India to make them as the Ambassador— she was converted in the 1970s to a mark three using the kit similar to the one seen here.
In my dreams it will be this
Not this
But its current stage of deconstruction is currently this
Part one wasn’t much more promising.
Fingers crossed … gnashing teeth. At least MAnjula is keeping an eye on things, and probably sniggering.
Does he never learn?
Vasanth and Sowbaghya are helping liaise with Sam whose team have taken on the job.
He couldn’t quite understand why I wished to preserve the number plate, as it is.
Probably no one else did either.
It’s now a piece of artistic memory in the upstairs lounge.
Ok some might say it’s just extra tat but it is part of our story.
I often joke about our very own version of ‘Driving Miss Daisy’ Hollywood movie with in our case the old white guy driving the beautiful MAnjula on her ‘rounding.’
Well she’s off to be rejuvenated.
What colour will be revealed in March?
Me and MYCycle 