Well again the storey goes. You see a car and fall in love with it. It is a bit pricey, but you just have to have that car, or it is a wreck and if it were a modern car, the only place it would be going in that condition is to Sid the Scrapman. You convince yourself that you can sort this car out and that one day you will be proudly driving it and gaining admireing glances from people that notice you are in something a little different.
Your heart is full of excitement and anticipation you can't wait to get it home and start work on it. The job won't take that long and by the weekend, it will be up and running, by mid-week, it will be mot'd and come next weekend it will be primed and ready for a new coat of paint, etc etc so by the end of the month, you will have a fully restored car that you paid a few hundred £'s for and it has cost you nothing to restore to concourse condition, because you are the most popular member of the enthusiasts club, added to which all of your mates from down the pub are the best mechanics, body-shop boys, spray painters, and upholesterers in the world and they all owe you a favour. Your car is now worth thousands of £'s.
Then reality hits, you are 3 years into your restoration having spent loads of lonely nights not realy knowing what you are doing. Your kids have forgotten you and your wife's purse hides from you. The words you used to hear from your wife are now replaced with shrieks of "you think more of that damn car than you me" I love owning a Viva.
Ian.
Automan.