As some of you might know, I recently acquired a new car[*]. This means, sadly, that I'm looking for a new home for William the elderly Peugeot. So:
For sale
H-reg Peugeot 309
Idiosyncratic but reliable banger
Taxed til March
MOT'd til October
£150
(Or, to be honest, make me an offer. I'd rather give it for free to a good home than sell it for scrapping, because I'm sentimental like that.)
Regular readers may have heard me whinging about William over the past few years - noisy engine, unspeakable strange sounds, faults and failures. You may also have noted that I have never, yet, complained of it completely breaking down and stranding me somewhere. In over three years of bombing round the country, the car has never yet broken down on me. It's "quirky", some bits don't work, and it won't help you pull chicks or chickesses. It is, however, structurally safe and sound and does (quick very approximate extimate) about 35 to the gallon.
The bodywork is, er, physically present (you should try driving round the North Circular in the firm knowledge that you care less than anyone else on the road about your paintwork - it's a very liberating experience) and mostly red.
( Yeah, I need a banger, tell me more! )
Go on... someone must need a cheap car. All offers, however implausible, considered.
[*] Some of you may also know that said new car very promptly acquired a third car unexpectedly in its boot, making it slightly shorter and fetchingly crumpled. Thereby hangs another rant.
H-reg Peugeot 309
Idiosyncratic but reliable banger
MOT'd til October
£150
Regular readers may have heard me whinging about William over the past few years - noisy engine, unspeakable strange sounds, faults and failures. You may also have noted that I have never, yet, complained of it completely breaking down and stranding me somewhere. In over three years of bombing round the country, the car has never yet broken down on me. It's "quirky", some bits don't work, and it won't help you pull chicks or chickesses. It is, however, structurally safe and sound and does (quick very approximate extimate) about 35 to the gallon.
The bodywork is, er, physically present (you should try driving round the North Circular in the firm knowledge that you care less than anyone else on the road about your paintwork - it's a very liberating experience) and mostly red.
( Yeah, I need a banger, tell me more! )
Go on... someone must need a cheap car. All offers, however implausible, considered.
[*] Some of you may also know that said new car very promptly acquired a third car unexpectedly in its boot, making it slightly shorter and fetchingly crumpled. Thereby hangs another rant.