Archive for: XR2

Fiesta XR2 fails its MOT, but there’s plastic surgery planned

Feb 11th, 2012

Fiesta XR2 fails its MOT, but there’s plastic surgery planned

Failure. It’s never a nice word, especially when it’s plastered all over the top of a bit of paper with MOT written next to it. Yes, that’s right, the trusty old XR2 has failed its annual check up. My tame mechanic Matt gave it the once over a week ago and unfortunately, despite only covering [...]

Aug 15th, 2011

Old cars bad, news cars good. I think.

IN my line of work I get to drive a lot of new cars. Sort of comes as part of running a car mag I suppose. Last month, for example, we tested five city cars that could be had for the measly sum of just £99 per month (after a chunky deposit). There was a [...]

Jul 25th, 2011

The XR2 is sporting its original numberplate once again

There was a nice surprise lying on the door mat when I got back from holiday. No, not cat sick (that would have been a surprise as I haven’t got a cat), but in amongst the junk mail and bills was some official looking docs from the DVLA. After my inspired talk from Matthew, I [...]

Jun 15th, 2011

Driving without an MOT is so easy it’s criminal

I WONDER how many people are driving around on the roads today illegally? And I’m not talking about those that know they’re breaking the law, I’m talking about those that are doing it unintentionally. How many of you have gone to check the documents of your car or motorbike only to realise that said vehicle [...]

Jun 13th, 2011

How to swap a cherished numberplate for a standard one

WORD of warning. Do not, whatever you do, under any circumstances ever, and I mean ever, call the DVLA. Why? Because you will lose an hour of your life you will never get back. It would actually be quicker to walk to Wales (it doesn’t matter where you are in the world, it’ll still be [...]

Jun 12th, 2011

Why I bought a Ford Fiesta XR2 MKII… again

IF YOU’RE anything like me you’ll probably have a strange attachment to your first car. Well, in my case it’s an attachment to my first ‘proper’ car. My brother was a used car dealer when I was at the age when soaking your armpits in Lynx and smoking Benson and Hedges was the done thing [...]