The first hour was dreadful, pouring rain, poor visability and lots of relatively slow traffic. Once the roads dried about a bit I had the opportunity to enjoy the car.
The good bits - the car never missed a beat, the view over the bonnet is lovely and the waves from folks going the other way always makes me smile. Somewhere near Boston, on a country road in the middle of nowhere I exchanged waves with the driver of a very smart, grey, Mark 2 Jag.
The bits that need some attention or thinking about - the back end clonks and groans. I am not sure if it is bushes, axle, propshaft or diff or something else. The other thing that I don't understand is that the ignition light would come on every now and again, sometimes for 20 seconds or so, occasionally for a couple of minutes, but oddly the ammeter was showing that it was still charging - any ideas?
Once it became dark it was strange not to have the dashboard lit up like a christmas tree as per our modern cars. I know I could have switched the panel lights on, but they are not terribly bright and I soon got used to not having any light in the car.
I pushed the car a little harder coming back, mainly due to increased confidence that it was probably not about to break down. Part of the run back is a lovely sweeping A road between Horncastle and Caistor - the car and I loved this part of the journey.
Overall a great run back and it has increased my confidence in the car. I had a similar reaction to another old car which I took to Cardiff once, after that I would take it anywhere.
All in all not back for a 48 year old car
