I love big cars with big engines. What that says about me I do not know. Big, in my bock, is beautiful. This costs me a fortune and when I stop for petrol an my mid-winter commute. people look at me in strange ways from their smart iCars and pious hybrids but I don’t care. It costs me an extra £42.23 a week to commute by Rover v8 compared to my wife’s newish Golf (yes, I’ve worked it out). It is 100% worth it. It’s the only advice I’ve got left, and I’m not giving it up. This sort of smoking is as expensive as any other; and it’s just as addictive – it’s the noise as much as anything else that keeps dragging me pack to the naughty side of the garage. To mitigate things I’ve had to have the ignition fitted. It’s a proper system including new distributor from H&H Ignition Solutions. The distributor was fitted a while back and instantaneous. I’ve since supplemented this with a dry ceil coil and soma high-spec HT leads. Phil from H&H fitted the coil end, hooked it up to the electric dizzy. It makes what used to look like a spark lock like a jet of fire. I’ve also enlisted the services of P6 guru Mark Gray to help diagnose the variety of noises that have become a growing feature of my front suspension. Lightening up the anti-roll bar sorted most of it, along with decent wheel alignment. The squeaky ground is still remained however. You need a steering box, said Mark, and the level of play in its output shaft meant I couldn’t disagree. So I’ve had to put the Rover on ‘weekend only detail for now. A new tox has been purchased along with some track ‘od ends. While I am at it, I will replace the inner front wing on the offside which has rolled through at the top. All this attention and diagnosis didn’t stop the beast taking me to the NFC where it joined the massed ranks on the Rover PG club stand. At the show it felt like the cleaning power of Paul Barratt.
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