I come out of retirement

As you probably know Matt Givertz has decided that he wants to drive from the UK to Mongolia and back to raise money for charity.  Chances are you are following his blog about this and while his desire to do a challenge to raise money for charity is a very worthwhile undertaking I felt it was only right and proper that, since I wasn't consulted but simply dragged into the venture, you also got my view on this.  As a consequence I have sought out my mate Stephen who has supplied me with the technology to be able to put my thoughts down on paper so to speak so here it is, the alternative blog to MattGivertzDoes60.

So, there I was enjoying retirement in Cinderford in the Forest of Dean with my previous keeper, Peter Morgan, when one day along comes this chap and his mate to uproot me from my life of comfort and effectively turn my world upside down.  I found out that the one with the weird taste in coats was Matt and that he was to be my new keeper.  I've got to say I find it hard to believe that anyone with such apparent shocking taste would appreciate a car of my dashing appearance but there y'go nought so strange as folk.

Matt's the weirdo in the coat.  I'm the car

Anyway, Matt and his mate, who I now know is Paul Pibworth, spent a while chatting with Peter and his dad before I guess money changed hands and Peter handed over the keys.

As I wasn't too happy about not being consulted in this change to my life style I decided to make it difficult for Matt and for a while  refused to start and then almost rear-ended Paul's car on the way out of town.  In the end I decided what the hell and let Matt drive me back to wherever it is he lives which was a couple of hours away from Cinderford.  The journey passed off relatively uneventfully with Matt muttering a lot and it wasn't until we got back that I found out he hadn't driven for around 17 years!

What had I got myself into?

 

our first days together

My first days after leaving Cinderford were a bit of a blur if I'm honest.  Since Matt lives in this house where there is no where to park a car he has found me lodgings in what is could be described as a big green box.  I don't mind that too much as at least I don't have to put up with him driving me to the shop, the station and simply here and there just because he can.

I tend to be left alone with my thoughts for most of the week with Matt turning up on a Saturday to take me out.  The first thing he did, which I do appreciate, was to get me new tyres and brakes which to a car is like having a new pair of shoes.  He also got my floppy bits sorted which I can tell you was a blessing as they itched like only a person with piles can appreciate.  It's even worse when you are a car as you can't scratch and believe me it does drive you to distraction.

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My stay with Trevor, Damon and Bruv was really nice and I met a couple of nice cars who were having some body work done (you won't catch me having cosmetic surgery).  Anyway after my time away I was seeing things in a new light.  I'm currently staying with a very nice chap called Jonathan from JLH Morris Minors who is going to sort out my suspension which given my bottom's been sagging for some time I'm quite looking forward to.

Matt and his mate young Ron also took me to a couple of classic car shows where I got to meet some really nice cars who told me not to worry my keeper was a nutter and I should just humour him as he probably won't go through with his mad venture but I have a horrible feeling he is going to go all the way and I'm going to have to go with him.