Strange night last night, bed early after the baby refused to let us get more than 10mins into a film and then the nest thermostat in the house went mental at around 01:30 and tried to cook us in our sleep. Once I woke up to sort it, I couldn’t get back to sleep at all… Boris’ words and the thoughts of my village pub being closed for potentially months really making the Corona situation start to feel a bit real (I’m a slow learner). What would the ethical or social implications of doing stuff like trackdays or leisure drives out into the country in the coming weeks and months?
As I laid there staring at the ceiling, I made a vow to get out and use the car fairly soon on a proper decent drive with no other goal than to take in some of the glory of North Yorkshire, enjoy the car and essentially shake it down for real. I’m guilty of using the car a lot for short/mundane journeys, using a bit of power on the same slip roads/roundabouts day in and day out which makes the car feel predictable and tame.
3 hours later and the Cockerel in the farm behind our house was at full chat, which then woke up the Peacock which in turn started yelping… sleep wasn’t happening now so I tiptoed down to the garage…
After loading the car with my packup (bag of crisps and a cereal bar if you’re wondering) I got a route sorted. Not intended to be the worlds best driving route, but a route I know fairly well and gives a good balance of roads and scenery.
At 5am on the nose(ish) I cranked the car… nothing. Immobiliser wasn’t going off, looks like battery has died in my key fob. Had a brief thought about going back to bed, but no - spare key came out and the car creaked into life.
The first leg of the journey was to head towards Bridlington, a route I’ve done many times but normally in bank holiday traffic like a total mug. Today I had pretty much the entire route to myself, the route soon gets quite hilly but is brilliantly sighted and has some nice quick flowing sections. It was still dark when I set off but daylight was creeping in, got to see loads of Owls on this leg of the journey, not sure if they’re breeding or what at the moment but they seemed to be in pairs being a bit playful with each other.
After a few miles the fizzing and buzzing of the cheap interior plastics and creaking of the surrounding fibreglass seem to silence themselves, almost as if the car “settles in” once the body and chassis has flexed a bit. Although these cars will never be truly “nice places to be” the car just felt so much nicer when it all settled in and quietened down. I think much of this is the hard top, there’s clearly a bit of marginal flex in the bodywork which you only hear once a hardtop is bolted down. Eventually through lots of minor adjustments and getting the torque on the fixings “just right” you can get it silenced, but this normally takes a few journeys following a hardtop removal/reinstallation. Either way, after a few miles I had silence from the interior so perhaps it’s settled on its own.
As soon as the sun made an appearance, I pulled over for a quick photo.
Shortly after this photo op I came to a roundabout, nicely open and my first exit made for a nice 90 left which I could carry a fair bit of (legal) speed through but I’d approached it a bit too slowly due to being distracted (probably by some more frisky owls) so I changed down into second and made up for it on exit, woops - bit of a wake-up call as the T/C made a half hearted attempt to cut power but only after I’d done the hard work and arrested the car back into submission. On we go…
Before getting to Bridlington I peeled off and headed for Scarborough a little further North, I preferred it there and knew where to find a public toilet (for 40p!!) which was becoming a requirement. I arrived at the North beach to be greeted with a lovely bit of sun.
40p toilets were closed… uh oh.
I had my packup and a little walk up and down the beach and then headed off for my next leg. This bit of road connected Scarborough and Whitby via a village called Ruswarp. We’re regulars to Ruswarp as our ex-pub landlords now run a pub there instead so we make visits occasionally to stop over. The road to get there is fantastic, I didn’t get many photos because the weather had come over a bit and it smelled like rain so I wanted to cover the ground in the dry as quickly as I could. I did get one quick stop in though.
There’s actually a pair of Deer hidden away in that photo, they stood out more to me as they were hopping along the field behind but they’re very hard to pick out in the photo. The Deer did have the same effect as a passing traffic cam van would have though and reminded me to keep things in check…
Can see how the new ride height sits in this shot. Aesthetically I’d want it raising at the front a bit, but can’t argue with science - and I’ve had no clearance issues with it yet either.
Through Ruswarp and the rain hit, only very light but enough to slow things down coming back into the NY Moors via Fylingdales. Again no photos, but I did snap a few here last Easter so you can scroll back in the thread if you’re so desperate.
I made my next stop at the Hole of Horcum, quick walk to stretch the legs and considered using the facilities (squatting behind a tree). Passing Police van made me reconsider, but this did mean that I needed to make a fairly direct route home
The road between Horcum and Malton was still pretty good even though the scenery of the NY Moors is largely behind you, car was feeling really, really good at this leg of the journey - just seemed to have an urgency about it and would quickly achieve some silly speeds if allowed to do so. The suspension was set far too soft really for an enthusiastic drive, but I know I’ve got loads of adjustment to make (currently 17 clicks from hard out of a total of 20…). I’ll make an adjustment to stiffen things up closer to half way, but will leave the front slightly softer than the rear to try and improve turn-in a bit.
Due to the bathroom situation I made a call to get onto the A64 as soon as I could and just beelined it home, well - via Screwfix as I had a toilet to fix when I got home.
I did 148 miles in total and was 3 hours 10mins door to door. Considering a quick walk on the beach and a few photo stops… not a bad rate of progress. If I’d not gone and locked myself out I could have sneaked back into the house and back into bed without the wife even noticing! As it happened I needed her to come let me in, not a popular start to the day.
Only real snagging list on the car is:
- Adjust handbrake cable, now that the brakes have settled in a bit I can probably tighten it another few turns
- Stiffen damping up a bit
- Hoover the sand out of the carpets
Car felt really really good, when you’re not out driving it your mind starts wandering about modifications, chasing more power and performance, etc- but then when out on the road like this morning it really does feel more than fast enough - but with quarantine on our doorstep and weeks or months of staring at the internet, I’m sure the bug to keep modifying will be back soon…