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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 13:17:10 GMT
And the "bing bong"! I hated the bing bong.
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Post by tyrednexited on Mar 18, 2017 13:37:14 GMT
And the "bing bong"! I hated the bing bong. Mine would have been a late '84/early '85 red, non-turbo, with conventional instruments (I think the electronics were very short-lived and deleted by then - probably talked themselves out of a job). Interior was a grey herringbone finish with red piping (and ISTR, quite comfortable seats). Don't remember it being too difficult to handle (the Turbo was a different matter), but I have distinct memories of it climbing a long hill on my commute home without changing down, something I've not regularly achieved since in any car (though, TBF, my approach has habitually been much slower since I got my one and only endorsement to date for exceeding the speed limit there!) I do remember returning to the car after work (parked on a side-street in those days) on a very snowy day, and finding myself sitting in non-MG seats, the key having happily opened the indistinguishable white blob of another standard Montego parked behind mine!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 13:49:40 GMT
I think I had mine at about the same time. Spring 85 perhaps. It was nearly new at the time, it wasn't the turbo either, it was the EFi.
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Post by WDB on Mar 18, 2017 14:46:39 GMT
I was still at school then. My dad bought a 1985 Maestro, though, also in red.
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Post by Alanović on Mar 20, 2017 9:42:53 GMT
One of my mates at University sometimes used to roll up in his grandmother's beige, standard Montego. He had been lent it towards the end of academic year in 1989, I think it was. We decided to take it on a jaunt to celebrate end of exams. To Amsterdam. I did a fair bit of the driving, I remember it had the highest bite point on any clutch I've ever experienced, I expect it was simply well worn. But it was bloody painful to drive like that. Anyway, we got ourselves billeted in a youth hostel, went out and got bladdered/stoned, came back and went to bed. In the morning we discovered the room had been 'raided', and my mates trousers had been pinched, with the car keys in them. Both of the other lads had their wallets nicked too, but I'd gone to bed fully clothed and had avoided the rinsing. Matey boy had to phone his grandmother, admit we'd taken the car to Amsterdam and ask her to courier the spare keys over, after I'd treated him to a new pair of jeans. Meanwhile, we had to stand guard over the car which was parked in a parking meter area and explain the situation to every passing parking attendant to avoid it being towed away. Bloody keys took three days to arrive, because grandma had decided to enclose some cash in the envelope, and it had been opened and delayed at customs as a result. By the time it got there we were somewhat worn out and less than fragrant, and my credit card (an extra card on my Mum's account "for emergencies" - she wasn't too thrilled when I had to explain the bill to her) had taken a beating. We then got a full search from Belgian customs as we drove back to Calais, one of the geniuses I was with announcing loudly to them that we'd been in Amsterdam.
This is one of the reasons why I think it a poor idea to reinstate customs controls and border checks in Europe. All because of an Austin Montego.
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Post by tyrednexited on Mar 20, 2017 10:09:36 GMT
This is one of the reasons why I think it a poor idea to reinstate customs controls and border checks in Europe. All because of an Austin Montego. ...a persusive argument. Where were you in the pre-referendum debate.......?
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Post by Alanović on Mar 20, 2017 10:58:30 GMT
This is one of the reasons why I think it a poor idea to reinstate customs controls and border checks in Europe. All because of an Austin Montego. ...a persusive argument. Where were you in the pre-referendum debate.......? Reading, mostly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 11:55:09 GMT
Similar:
At Dover, Customs Officer to passenger, early 80s;
"So, where have you come from?"
"Oh, I'm just a hitch-hiker he picked up in Paris, but he's been all over Morocco for months".
4 bloody hours.
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