Family business attended to (Mum's out of hospital), I must head south. But not before a quick visit to Ikea in Leeds for some shelf brackets, oh and another half dozen conversations with talkative Yorkshiremen who seem to live life a little more slowly than I'm used to and will chat about the Jaguar for ages.
The ventilation has packed up and it's still hot and sunny. I fix the vacuum-driven vent flap in the Ikea car park and make a mental note to throw some Swarfega in the boot with the water and old towels.
The M621 swings past the football ground at Elland Road and it almost feels like a relief to see that it's still there. After the drama and crises of last season it felt like Leeds United had been obliterated rather than merely relegated. Make a mental note that Ikea is just two minutes from the stadium. Women can happily while away the duration of a game in Ikea, can't they?
It's been a 350-mile weekend and the Jaguar has performed beautifully.
THIS IS the story of life with a classic car. I drive a 1972 Jaguar XJ6 and write about it here. I'm Martyn Moore, former editor of Classic Cars magazine. This is a two-year story about the roller coaster ride of classic car ownership. The most recent entries come from a classic car rally in 2005, the last journey I made in the car before putting it into storage. Use links on the right for earlier entries.
