Coach from Aberdeen to Birmingham (Back when National Express actually were priced to compete with rail and air, and as a result was my long-distance travel mode of choice...). The seller would meet me at Digbeth coach station and give us a lift back to their house, where the exchange would take place. Somewhat to my surprise - and rather reassuringly - he actually turned up in the car in question - gave me a good chance to see how it behaved from the passenger seat at least before taking the controls - and good opportunity to listen for any untoward noises without having to drive. Five minutes down the road I was convinced I was onto a winner - sounded like the day it left the factory, and even from the passenger seat, felt like a good, tight car.
The exchange took place - and I found myself with a mountain of paperwork going back to the day the car was bought in addition to its papers and two sets of keys. My dignity took a bit of a kicking, as my first act of ownership was to stall at the bottom of the seller's drive when backing out. D'oh! Clutch was a bit sharper than the Niva's...I wasn't foolish enough as to try to drive back to Aberdeen that night, not after being on a coach all day. I had friends in Milton Keynes however - so had planned to have a stopover there that night, before heading back the following morning, taking a friend along for the ride too - road trips with two people are always so much more fun than on your own. That went reasonably to plan...though escaping Birmingham was...an interesting experience. Mainly because I'd not the foggiest idea where I was going - eventually I managed to find a main road and get my bearings, but there was at least an hour of driving around in seemingly endless circles! A moderately stressful hour too...I was in a car I'd never driven before...in the dark...in the cold, and it then started raining...so windows started steaming up and such...I should point out that one of the things which makes the Estelle/Rapid/GL somewhat unfriendly for those new to it is that it lacks any illumination whatsoever on anything aside from the instruments. This makes the rather enigmatic heater controls especially hard to figure out when you're driving in the dark. Not that the heater in these cars is exactly the best anyway. On the plus side, the headlights are better than you'd expect on a car of this age.
So, a day's driving later - nice drive actually - long driving comfort, the 130GL gets a good 9.5 out of ten. Only complaint was that my fingers were getting quite cramped due to the narrow rim on the steering wheel. Seats some people complain lack lower back support, but I didn't find that to be a problem.
So...eight and a bit hours later including breaks - I had this sitting outside my house.
My digital camera from back then has severe issues with the colour of my car. It's really a very vivid reddish orange. This colour!
From the front, while any Skoda enthusiast will pick one out from half a mile away, they're not THE most distinctive of cars. The leading edge of the bonnet tends to rust from the inside out - so I was very pleased to find this one was rust free.
From the back however, the Estelle is very distinctive, with its little spoiler containing the upper vents for the engine compartment, big vinyl Skoda badge under the number plate, and odd, knobbly tail lights (the bit that juts out is the number plate light).
This shot I think would look infinitely better if the car had the right sized tyres on it (which would also have made the speedometer read (closer to...) correctly!)...I did actually get around to ordering a set of tyres for it. It's a profile which really didn't change much for a long number of years. The fact that the car's sitting slightly higher at the front is in fact normal for these - the front getting lowered slightly to balance it out is a common modification.
It needed a hoover...sorry! Aside from a bit of sun damage to the seats (Estelles and Rapids have seats VERY prone to disintegration due to UV exposure), and a couple of bits of plastic missing from the doorhandles (later found under the seats), the interior was in very good shape. The worst bit of rust on the entire car can be seen above - that bit of surface rust on the sill. Enthusiasts might also note that the plastic cover on the pipes leading up into the heater down by the clutch are actually intact as well...they generally cracked into a million pieces about 15 years ago. I still can't quite decide whether I prefer the slightly cleaner look of the Rapid/130GL interior to the standard Estelle one as seen on the 105/120/basic 130.
Not the world's greatest shot of the engine bay...however about the best I've got. The splash guards were missing in this case as the photo was taken shortly after I'd had the engine out to replace the clutch and its release bearing (which did the whole disintegrating thing on me), as I'd simply not got around to putting them back on when the photo was taken. Eagle-eyed readers may note that the water pump on this car isn't an original one (with the grease cap), but is a completely sealed unit - presumably an aftermarket replacement. That puzzled me for a moment the first time I went around the car checking things out, as I was sure there was something I was meant to grease in there!
This poor car was - ironically a mere twenty minutes after these photographs were taken - in a rather heated argument with a gas tanker.
I was actually going out for one specific reason: to pick up the wheel bearing which was the last thing I needed to do mechanically of note, other than an oil change (even fixed all the oil leaks!) and to fit a new hose clip on the fuel filler...Approximately 30 seconds out of the house, a gas tanker failed to stop at a cross roads - driving directly in front of me. Result being me ploughing into the side of his cab at 55 minus whatever I managed to scrub off in the split second after I realised he wasn't stopping before I hit him. Next thing I had to do after swearing a lot, was turn the engine off! Was still ticking over quite happily (still on near full choke too - was that soon after leaving!). Good thing about it happening this close to home was that the engine was still cold, so the radiator being punctured and spilling the coolant (Which had only been in there a week...eigh!) all over the road didn't cause any overheating.
Unfortunately, the car was very severely damaged by this, as the photographs below show. A very sorry loss to the classic car world, these cars are quite rare now, and this one was in prime condition (only 30K miles by the time it reached its end), and I had every intention of driving it for at least the next ten years. As it is, at the present time, I am keeping an eye out for another Estelle, preferably the same model, as I was really very, very fond of this car!
Drove it all the way back here from Birmingham, changed the clutch and release bearing, put it all back together, changed the exhaust, just about had everything set up the way I like...then this happened. Spent about three years looking out for the right Estelle, found one...then three months later am looking at this outside.
This is the car where it was deposited at the bottom of our driveway, a mere two hours after the photos at the start of this page were taken.
Those below were taken after we got it up the drive - then spent an hour or so reaching in through the gaps at the edge of the boot unbolting the locks - which never broke in the impact - so that we could get into the boot to get my toolkit and other assorted junk out.
This was the thing which surprised me the most - how little intrusion into the cabin there is after an accident like that! The only things not working are the accelerator pedal, drivers side headlight and the windscreen wipers - even the horn's still working! The car actually drove from the driveway into this corner where it will stay until I've got all the useful parts off the shell.
I count myself seriously lucky that the drivers side front wheel and (nearly new) tyre survived intact. The suspension wishbone there has folded up like it was made of cardboard. Astonishingly, 99% of the contents of the boot survived!
Probably the best shot for showing the sheer scale of the damage. Ouch.
Looking down into what was originally quite a sizable boot space...it's now somewhat smaller. The plastic cover from around the hydraulics shattered into a few million pieces.
During the actual operation of getting it up the drive (somewhat tricky as it can't steer right). That Niva demonstrated a rather incredible amount of pulling power when in low range - yes, you can get four wheel wheelspin on tarmac when pulling a car against its steering, with locked brakes uphill. I then nearly ended up in the back seat when the brakes freed however. From this point, the Estelle actually drove, quietly, smoothly and in a suitably dignified fashion, into its final resting place under its own power.
No, I did not change that indicator bulb! That's the one that was in there during the accident!
Just another one showing the almost entirely intact interior. Radio's still working too!Prior to the shell being scrapped, the vast majority of useful mechanical components were salvaged from the car and have either been passed on to other owners, or are being held onto by myself for use on my Rapid.