Operation: “Get Percy, Drive Percy Home" - Pt 2

Chesterfield with its grey skies, clogged road system and messed up church spires are now behind us and we’re rocketing down the M1 heading southwards once more. Well, when I say ‘rocketing’....

The rain is continuing to fall, just as it had from the moment we departed my cul-de-sac this morning and the little Prodder’s wipers are working tirelessly to keep the windscreen clear. The fact that it’s barely got light all day has also necessitated the use of the headlights, which to be honest have proved disappointing, being about as bright as those little tea lights you can get in bags of a hundred for £2.99 down at Ikea.

Operation: “Get Percy, Drive Percy Home" - Pt 1

Having bagged ourselves the Perodua, Mr Vauxhall naturally comes back to me offering me his Agila for the £500 price that I’d bid in the auction. But on condition it is collected within 72 hours from Telford, some 180 miles away. None of us can make it at such short notice and we’re not really in the mood to bust a gut just to save thirty quid. Besides, we’re already quite taken with our quirky little Malaysian steed that no one has heard of. So much so, we’ve already christened it ‘Percy’.

Wanted: One Sweet Rally Ride

When you enter a car rally, any car rally in fact, the most important item after the team itself is of course, a car. Which we, at this point, didn’t have. So once more, we turn to our good friend and the answerer of all our questions, the internet. And the three of us set about scouring eBay and Auto Trader online to see if we can hunt us down a car that isn’t that good at the task of taking us to Tescos, let alone Ulan Bataar.