She's a volcano

As the sun rose slowly in the far away East I woke, I got up, showered, dressed and stumbled out of the house to find my car completely untouched by volcanic ash - and safely grounded. There's a good start to any day.

I am however driving a little more gingerly than usual as I am fearful that any sudden burst of wilful acceleration and the ram of cool fresh volcanic air hitting the hot gasses in the various orderly and disorderly combustion chambers may cause large parts of my engine to turn to glass. The story thereafter will be one of crashing and burning. It's all too risky.

If the worst does happen I'll deposit the car at the bottle bank on the way home.

Where are we headed?

Time out in a lay-by, thinking of not very much and listening to a random series of radio channels. I'm a channel flicker of the first, second and third order, talk keeps me going only so long and then I have to search for decent tune, two in a row would be nice but that's rare these days. Meanwhile there are bigger things happening, the air is awash with mysterious dust from the earth's bowel region, politicians are lining up to contradict themselves and one another and the sharp and incisive rays of the sun are providing me with DIY laser eye surgery.

In a parallel universe war has been declared on Iceland.

Man, machine and plants

So how many shrubs can you get into the rear end of a Cougar? (Not including the exhaust pipe.) A poorly worded and thought through question you may say, I know my limits, and the answer is - as above.

Busy / Dull

Been busy and I've been dull, not driven anywhere of any great interest, no mishaps and no significant religious experiences and no party political views I feel the need to express or supress. I might well participate on the fuel boycott on May 1st but I could do that by accident anyway, I hardly fill the car up every day of the week. It's quite nice sometimes not to really care...

That petrol emotion

Now that petrol has reached an all time high of £12.0 for a litre or a European thimbleful or whatever the denominations are the unhappy cost of Cougar ownership is spiralling in an upwards spiral in a somewhat annoying fashion. In terms of economy I’m stuck at about 38 mpg which is probably good but unlikely to improve even with well rehearsed thunderbolts and occasional light foots (or light feet). Perhaps new Michelins or Tom Farmers or lighter aftermarket alloys are the answer, probably not. In many ways it’s best to ignore the dials and the numbers unless they are a) glowing red in a bad way or b) registering a number that indicates a serious engine fault or some imminent fine, fixed penalty or other civil or criminal offence. 38 mpg isn’t so bad.

Cargo

Breakfast car parking in one of Dundee's golden arch branches.

It was wet, windy and bleak and bleak this morning as I drove up to Aberdeen carrying an enormous wooden chest in the back. The chest dates back to the 1920s and is the last remnant of my long departed old mum's house to be redistributed around the family. It now has a new resting place in the granite city where one of my sons plans to refit it for some mysterious purpose. I should delivered it two years ago but it's hard to run up there without a bevvy of passengers. One job less on the list.

Nice drive up and down without any significant water leaks or wiper noises and the traffic was pleasantly light so driving around the limit all the way there and back was easy. The current crop of potholes are still causing concern but based on the economic forecasts unlikely to get better in the short term. Get used to it.

River wash over me

M90 going south towards Junction 2, today at 0920.

Pink print

The leak in the front passenger foot well is now accompanied by a new one in the spare wheel well under the boot. A bit of an own goal there of course, I recently used the local jet wash and power cleaned the car's underneath. It appears now that the drain grommet was loose and the flood happened. Yesterday afternoon was spent mopping up the soaking damage and spraying more WD40 around, everything left in there was tainted.

What can you get in a Cougar's boot? Quite a lot really and not only water; just back from the garden centre with 3 x 8 foot posts and a 6 x 4 foot trellis. Not bad for a sports coupe.

White Blueprint

Above is a/the blueprint for a 99 Mercury Cougar, looks pretty familiar to me.

The recent bad weather and excessive precipitation has taken it's toll on the wipers. The bearing in the motor right in the centre of the dash is screaming like Janis Joplin singing Annie Laurie. Spraying WD40 like a Tomcat hasn't silenced the roar of the worn bearing either. Two options are emerging, one don't go out in the rain or two, get it fixed.

The unspeakable third option is fixing it myself which may require the use of a screwdriver, disconnecting the battery and buying a FoMoCo WW motor on-line somewhere. I'm in faith for good weather to prevail for 40 days and 40 nights.

Many things I should have done

It has been another very busy, very full weekend and as usual the car has been well used and well neglected in equal parts. No checks, no cleaning or pampering, nothing nice just more mile munching and asphalt running across Fife and the Lothians. I promise to do better over the Easter weekend, somehow.

Milestone reached: 110,000 miles passed, not sure what day, possibly Tuesday.

Why you Dennis?

Much as I like Dennis Hopper I cant quiet understand how he figured in this commercial and how Steve McQueen got lumped with the Puma commercial. Should have been reversed. Strange choices. It's all a while ago now but the iconic images, memories and associations remain. They never could have included "Two lane blacktop" in the campaign either but Dennis Wilson would have been a good driver choice.

Just like the real thing

Not the greatest box top artwork I've ever seen. A stylised Cougar driving through the streets of Monte Carlo? Not convincing.

Meanwhile my mystery door leak is still leaking but it's tolerable. More posts soon.

Ford Torino

OK so this is not a Cougar, it's a Torino and a famous one at that, I just like the picture.

On a flat line of routine at the moment, work home, work, home but still very much enjoying driving the Cougar. It's the little moments that count, that extra kick that's there when you need to accelerate away from a slip road or overtake or just leave lesser vehicles in your wake. The steady and smooth cornering, the chunky and well constructed feel that gives the driver confidence. At the moment living with Mr C is good.