I'm changing my car.
I know, I know, I went through all the reasoning just over a year ago. I bought the 4/4 with my head and made sure I'd tried plenty before, asked plenty of questions and ended up with a really super little car.
It's not given any issues whatsoever in the fourteen months I've had it, and we've had a cracking time in it. I think it's fair to say I've been solo for most of those miles, which just added to the feeling of security and chuckability. That little Sigma engine is a star, it really is.
The 4/4 is such a finely balanced car, and I'm on record as taking Morgan to task for describing it as an 'entry level car'. It's certainly better than that.
In fact all has been well. The problem is me.
I've changed. I've been spoilt with some of the company I've kept, and that little niggly worm has been wriggling around in my imagination for a while now.
It's the little, subliminal things that stick: Following Adrian & Jays from a low speed left hand turn and listening whilst they floored the cars up the long hill. Having the neighbours compliment me on how nice my daily driver engine sounds (it's a straight six petrol Beemer) and passengering Steve T in his big Healey with that triple carb six.
Jays knows exactly how much to trickle feed the messages. Flooring his Roadster through the canyons of the Picos, and spinning the wheels away from the Give Way with a big grin.
So that's what was in my head. I've been keeping an eye on what cars were around and I don't want to leave the Morgan fold just yet. I'm luckier than most when it comes to viewing Morgans with no clothes on, and I've been storing away little 'mood board' pics for viewing under the bedclothes with a torch late at night.
My wife & I were just about to go out at the weekend just gone when my phone pinged. I looked and stared. I showed Mrs SBM, who was disbelieving at first but very swiftly said exactly what so many other faithful partners have said. Can you afford it, and will it make you happy? I took that to mean her purse would remain firmly shut and would it shut me up..
I made a phone call..
Two days later I'd booked the nearest Premier Inn and pitched up at Phil Ledgerwoods before 9am..
And this is the result:
A Gorgeous Brooklands Roadster Complete with a five link rear and much, much more.
It's an itch I just have to scratch I'm afraid. I have no idea what the future holds, but I aim to grab it with both hands..!
For the price of throttle bodies and exhausts on the 4/4 I have a massive engine with a lazy, pussycat with teeth engine.
I aim to collect it next week, and have a chat with the Wolfman..
I can't wait
