Actual

I never did know quite where this or even I was going and the actual diary has never emerged, how could it? For the first chapter I have to go back to South America and my early years. As the laptop had not been invented I recorded things using simple paper and an IKEA pencil with occasional bursts of memory. I worked mostly on the theory that as time is/was eternal I could always get back to where I'd been, one way or another. At that point I hardly knew my traveling companion but I did wonder about him.

It should have been my final year at college, my graduation year but I could not face the return. It seemed that the last few hundred dollars in my wallet were burning a hole, the road and the mountains were burning the back of my mind and the huge sense of being on the edge of an undiscovered country burned into my soul. So I saw the car and bought the car, it was that simple. The story about the wooden piston is of course a myth but the back street garage vanished shortly after the transaction.

Stock photos

This is a very good photo that shows the car's elegant lines really nicely, note the rear spoiler, trim strip along the midriff, lhd and no number plate, this one is of course a Mercury. Now a similar photo of my car would unfortunately include numerous scrapes, dings and badly matched touch-up paint and the background would be slightly different. Hey ho.

Cougar tracks in the snow, not a common sight in West Lothian.

Pointless

I'm feeling at peace with the motoring world, the price of petrol, the un-repaired roads and the stupid idiots that drive on them. I am not really bothered. I watched an ugly woman throw litter from a half opened car window in a lay by, she was chewing gum and looking grim faced. The car was nice, clean and new and she clearly had no respect a) for herself b) for her surroundings and c) for anybody else. In a ideal world she would be dragged out of her car, horsewhipped and her nice shiny vehicle torched before her eyes, but what the feck is the point. I am not really bothered and I love my Cougar (at the moment).

2.5 V6

OK it looks a lot better than the 2.0 under my bonnet at the moment. Is it all worthwhile? Easy to live with? Well it is probably, smooth and long legged and err... a bit less economical. Maybe I'll just stick with what I know and what I can afford.

A80

Is there a more dreary and exhausting road to drive on than the awful A80? Stuck in some perpetual loop of repairs, realignment and muddy cones since 1978 it represents some kind of ongoing caustic comment on the status of Scottish roads and the lack of vision and inertia inherent in our system of design and repairs. The saving grace for the current set of repairs is the 40mph limit and average speed cameras which strangely keep the traffic running at all times and allow some sort of roadway democracy to prevail. The problem is of course the soporific effect of the constant drone and non-lane changing boredom staring up the arse of a white van from Carluke or a heaving HGV carrying a dodgy skip of scrap metal. Finally it ends and you can either zoom onto the open freedom of the M876 going east or lurch into the endless mess of traffic lights and the infamous 30mph speed camera that welcomes you to the bleak, road film covered village of Moodiesburn heading west. It's still (point to point) quicker than the train could ever be, so in a way I can rejoice.

Mark Webber

Mark Webber comes a cropper in a compelling piece of TV coverage of the European Grand Prix. Glad that he could walk away unscathed. This weekend I've hardly done any driving with this race, birthdays and the World Cup providing valuable diversions. Apart from the birthdays (successful) not much success in sweeps and predictors. We try.

Cars are...

...washing machines with wheels, appliances, something to transport you from A to B. That's all that cars are, nothing more. Then why the strange attraction? What happens to cause us to connect with these buckets of bolts? What part of ourselves do we give over to them in order to plant a soul into the heart of a dull and primitive machine and fall strangely in love? In a love that stays strong until the next shiny, snorting beast rolls past and catches the attention.

Aberdeen

Two Cougar runs in two days to Aberdeen for the best of all possible reasons: seeing my new, one day old grand daughter, a wonderful sight and I'd happily drive three times the distance to repeat it. Having a prize like that at the end of your journey makes all the difference to the driving and travelling experience and the car was in perfect form for the conveniently empty roads (once past the potholes of Fife and Dundee that is).

Fiesta

Spent an almost pleasant day yesterday driving a new Ford Fiesta along the M27 and through Southampton. I'm really impressed with this little car, its ultra solid feel, its handling and the easy to drive smoothness of all the controls and the gearbox. Knocks spots off the VW Polo and Renault I've been driving in previous weeks. A nice runabout perhaps when I'm about ready for the bus pass. I have always liked Fiestas, right from the first model I drove in 1979. Despite the fact that I've never owned one I see them as a happy kind of car, that may sound odd but its true, they have a good nature and that isn't something you could readily say about the outworking of many modern car designs.

The art of Noja

Though my head and heart say keep the Cougar (and I will) some other part of my body or perhaps some indistinct esoteric spiritual place is saying dumb things like “Lexus Soarer 4.0” but in English. Of course I will ignore the distraction or itch if you will and like most fanciful electrical brain sparks it must cool itself down in a bucket of water any day now. I just need to avoid Autotrader and a 400 mile radius from EH anything.

So loyalty to the Cougar continues and I’m planning some kind of summer run for me and the kids. Going abroad (even via Dover) is attractive but not really affordable unless some last minute bargain and personal brainstorm comes up. It’s looking like the badly surfaced roads of Argyll, the twists of the Great Glen or the tortuous caravan busting straights on the A9. Then there are the great midge intakes and unintentional swallows, the drizzle, the unexpected sunshine and the bloody tourists. Challenges the currently newly serviced and shod Cougar will relish in it’s currently prone and agile state, not so sure about me.

Uneven

Mad dash in traffic today from the airport, across the Forth Bridge and into the black heart of Fife. The mad dash however was at 5 o'clock so it was severely limited in its actual dashing, it was more of a bumper to bumper grind. I'd left Oxford about 1 PM and via Birmingham flown north so it was the climax of a long journey and one that ultimately was more successful than I'd expected. I made it to the parents night just in time for the first interview.

Sum of its parts

The Cougar Continuous Improvement Programme is rolling on albeit at a costly pace. That's Ford genuine parts for you - nobody in the aftermarket business can be bothered to do sumps for Ford Zetecs? The new sump is now in place, sealed and filled nicely and a major service (they all are with this car) is complete. It is driving rather nicely now and the only thing outstanding at the moment is to replace the rather thin set of front tyres that, if checked by the authorities could get me a nasty fine. I'll be round at Farmers first thing Monday morning.