Mazda MX-5

Kind-hearted Mur­ray lets his girl­friend bor­row his MX-5. It doesn’t go well…

Classic Car Weekly (UK) - - This Week - MUR­RAY SCUL­LION NEWS ED­I­TOR

1996 MAZDA MX-5

Pic­ture the scene. It’s the evening of 26 May – the Fri­day of a Bank Hol­i­day week­end. The sun is shin­ing, birds are (prob­a­bly) singing, and my girl­friend has just of­fered to drive me to the pub for din­ner. Life is good. Bet­ter yet, she’s been us­ing my beloved MX-5 to get her to work and back, so she can drive me in that. What could pos­si­bly go wrong?

Emily picks me up from CCW Tow­ers here in Peter­bor­ough with the roof down, our des­ti­na­tion the Fitzwilliam Arms in nearby Marholm. I hop in the Mazda and Emily in­forms me that she’s re­ally en­joyed driv­ing the MX-5.

I’d pre­vi­ously won­dered what she’d make of her first rear-wheel drive ex­pe­ri­ence, but she says that it didn’t re­ally mat­ter to her. A lit­tle more push­ing elic­its a more de­tailed ver­dict on the Mazda’s driv­ing dy­nam­ics, in which she likens it to a go-kart, al­beit one with heavy unas­sisted steer­ing. She ap­proves whole­heart­edly of its con­vert­ible na­ture, too.

Any­way, back to the jour­ney. We pull into the pub car park, and swing ca­su­ally into a slot. Then – crunch. I watch from the pas­sen­ger seat in dis­be­lief as Emily drives the MX-5 straight into a wooden post.

The car slumps to a stop and a stunned si­lence en­velops the cock­pit like the af­ter­math of a ru­n­away train that’s just smashed through a buf­fer stop. I speak first. ‘What on earth? Didn’t you see that?’ I can’t re­peat Emily’s re­ply here. Nev­er­the­less, the dam­age is done.

Step­ping out of the car re­veals the ex­tent of the car’s in­juries – amaz­ingly, noth­ing worse than an­other scrape on an al­ready scratched and gen­er­ally grubby ex­te­rior. I haven’t brought my­self to at­tempt a fix yet, and sus­pect that I’ll end up just leav­ing it. If any­one has any ad­vice on how to get wood out of an MX-5 front bumper, though, please do write in.

Some clas­sic own­ers of­ten call the MX-5 bor­ing, so spin­ning this mi­nor set­back into a pos­i­tive, at least mine’s now unique – the only MX-5 Woodie I’ve ever come across.

I should prob­a­bly apol­o­gise to the own­ers of the pub too, though I will say that no park­ing posts were dam­aged in the mak­ing of this re­port.

At least I got a free meal out of it.

’We pull into the pub car park and – crunch. The MX-5 hits a wooden post’

Wooden post, 1. MX-5, nil. Body­work has taken a bit of a bat­ter­ing. D’oh. Emily all smiles, ex­cited at the prospect of a week in an MX-5. The smiles wouldn’t last…

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from UK

© PressReader. All rights reserved.