It’s such a sad day. I’m finally getting shot of my beloved MX5, Mk II, Silvio Burlesque-O’Neill.
He/she/it, gave me sooo much motoring (and more) pleasure, over about a decade. And, starting at 89,000 miles, more than doubled that, passing on to the great garage in the sky at roughly 195,000. Good going, Silvio!
In the end it was the lowly yet ubiquitous rust, infamous slayer of MX5s, that did for her (she’s a girl, for now). I’ve had a number off welding bridges done over the years. This time it’s a few too many rust spots – some quite big/structurally fundamental – too far.
I’ve held on to her for ages, ‘cause I can only get peanuts for her. And I thought maybe I could gradually fix her up. But times are just too tough and finances too tight.
Plus I’m fighting other battles, that simply don’t leave me with enough energy, regardless of time, and the absolute absence of any money, to take on such Herculean efforts.
Looking on the bright side, I’ve had the best part of a decade of sexier than average motoring, at the wheel of this ace little ride. She was a bit high maintenance, with regards to running and repair costs. And, alas, that’s finally become unsustainable.
POSTSCRIPT… or maybe not? The scrappers have failed to materialise. I’ve got 15 minutes left, before I have to go to work. Will they show up? I suspect not, somehow. Which makes me rather gloomy…