My Roadster 3.7 is no longer a virginial garage queen and I have been using it as a daily driver for the past three weeks. It's been quite an experience.
My daily driver, a Ferrari California 30HS since we handed back the Range Rover, has been in the garage undergoing some work. At the same time, my wife is working on refurbishing and opening a Chinese Restaurant in Bayswater and I have had to drive her in every day whilst I sit in the hotel opposite working and leeching of their wifi. This is a round trip on 65 miles every day. No choice but to use the Mog.
Four weeks ago my 2020 car had 1800 on the clock - it's now got just over 3000. Because my wife refuses to let me drive with the hood down when she's in the car I have had to squeeze in and out of the car in the characteristic Mog fashion - I'm 6 foot tall so this is a bit of a trial, as many of you will know. Both my side screen perspex handles have been shaken out of the window and refuse to stay in place - so I know have square holes in the side-screens where they should be.I found a loose screw in the drivers footwell - God only knows where its come from, but everything seems ok - so far. My beautiful immaculate paintwork is covered in London grime and dirty spots from heavy rain - but the car has been waxed and I can see gleaming paint work underneath. The leather interior is getting a bit stressed looking - but that's patina and I remember when you had to pay an extra £2000 for pre-stressed leather, so I call that a win. The carpets are dirty and covered in bits of God-knows-what. Coins have fallen under the seats and will be impossible to retrieve. The car has also developed new rattles, shakes and an annoying squeak behind the dashboard, caused by crashing over the rough roads near our house on the journey to and back from the Smoke. Worst of all, my wife has stuffed the passenger side pocket and glove box with her make up paraphernalia, tissues, hair brushes and assorted female junk.
I still love her though
But I'm being sorely tested.
Driving the car through London traffic is tiring with the heavy clutch. It's not helped by a defective gear knob which is spinning around (I've tried fixing it without succes) and has become horribly scratched in a brush with the side of my work lap top. Stuffing my lap top bag into the back parcel shelf is also hard work.
My 12v connection has also stoped working - probably a blown fuse.
However, the car garners rapturous attention in central London. Even the traffic warden has befriended me and loves the car.
This is likely to go on for another two weeks. My poor car - it's been through the mill. Although Morgans can take a lot of beating it's not ideal as a daily driver and is hard work for commuting.
When it ends she's going in for a mini-service and refresh. Looking forward to it becoming a garage queen again.
