by Jonny69 » Wed Jan 16, 2013 4:22 pm
Well today was a miserable drive* into work. I decided that since I'd slipped off my bike last night, I was feeling a bit bruised and it was so damn cold, that I'd drive in this morning. So two hours later, I managed to complete my 10.2 miles and I rolled into work. I have no idea what caused so much traffic, so far away from central London, but there has been a tragic helicopter crash in South London, a closed flyover somewhere on the way and probably trouble on the A3 as a result of the helicopter incident. Essentially, it takes me 40 minutes to cycle to work, about an hour-twenty to run, and I could have walked it in two hours, so I was suitably dischuffed by the time I arrived. To cap it all off, I wasn't actually in my Anglia because Ms 69's car was in the way and, ironically, I didn't want to waste 5 minutes swapping the cars round to get mine out (plus, at the back of my mind, I had the issue of insurance: technically I shouldn't be driving mine to work on my current policy because it's supposed to be a leisure-only classic policy and the underwriters wouldn't look favourably if I had an incident in inclement weather as it would look like I was using it as my daily. Their words. So I'm on limited use until April, when the policy lapses and I'll switch providers to someone who legitimately allows daily use). I felt sad reaching in and peeling my work parking permit off the windscreen and re-applying it in her car.
I've digressed - so what were the key differences in the journey?
1) First up - I don't smell like exhaust fumes.
2) Ms 69's car is auto and I appreciated that in stop-start traffic. That said, the lack of clutch work was offset by the sheer amount of concentration it takes me to operate the brake in a modern car. The weight of my foot resting on the brake pedal is enough to push it down halfway through its travel and this is enough to basically emergency-stop the car - I can't get my head round that and I find feathering a pedal like that incredibly tiring after a while.
3) The seats are much more comfortable in the Anglia. This was a car that was designed for the average British man in the 1960s. I am he, and it fits me like a glove. I have never found any car as comfortable as small 1950s and 1960s British tin.
4) I had a radio to listen to. No radio in the Anglia and two hours of listening to the engine idling would have driven me insane, but I do normally take my iPod and either earphones or my scene old radio converted to iPod dock. And I can tell you the radio was starting to grate after the breakfast shows had finished.
5) Reliability. So there was no doubt that her car would make the journey. The engine in mine is on its last legs and brinking on failure. Horrible knocking when you start it, alternator bearings have gone, oil smoke, and it's only time until it lets go spectacularly. But it still never fails to start and, as much as I keep telling everyone it's about to die, it still gets me from A to B whenever I call on it.