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GO ON DAVE!!!!
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The breaking of the Fabia's virginity.
VIVA LA SKEG VEGAS
7hr 20mins round trip
300 miles
East coast
100mph reached
Skegness. Casinos, bingo, markets and fish and chips. A typical sea side town. One I can imagine Goldy Locks going to- not too hot like at the beaches down south but similarly, not too rough like Blackpool for instance. The sea side town that is justtttt right.
Travelling across the country rather than up and down it meant there were no motorways on this trip. Unfortunately that meant a lot of 5 or 6 mile stretches being broken up by roundabouts.
The real issue was Nottingham. I've never drove around the area before and hopefully will never do so again. It felt very stop start in the roundabout happy city. It wasnt until before and after Nottingham I could really put my foot down with a 20 mile stretch falling either side of Notts.
This was the first time I could really test out what the 1 litre Fabia was made of. I was happy to find out it could accelerate up to 100mph, though not so silently.
I even tried having a drag race with a Jag, of course I didn't win. In fact, he was half way to Stoke by the time I'd even rolled over the line.
The Fabia V The 45
It's been 24 hours.
2 cars. Both very different. Which comes out on top?
Let's start with appearances.
The Fabia, first registered just under a year ago, quite rightly has a very modern look. It takes a similar shape to some of it's cousins within the VW group like the Seat Leon and VW Golf. Back in the early 00s, the Fabia originally took the shape of the Skoda Grandfather - The Monte Carlo.
Whereas the Rover 45, despite being a hatchback takes more of a saloon look with the added bonus of a spoiler.
I can't say I have noticed a difference in parking or in the streamline. Both cars take corners like an F1 car- though I do not reccomend trying this!
Safety
With the Fabia being a 1 litre it makes a good first car for someone. If Mummy and Daddy are buying the car, the additional safety features come as USP and probably sway their decision for their young first time buyers.
However, for an irritated soul such as myself, these extra features can come as a bit of an inconvenience.
Picture this scene. It's pissing it down. You and whoever are running back to the car. If you press the unlock button on your fob once it unlocks your door. To open the other doors you have to press it multiple times (it seems to change every time I try). With your arms full of shopping bags this can be quite inconvenient and has the potential to lead to petty arguments whilst your partner is stood there getting soaked while you piss around counting how many times to press the fob. To open the boot, you'll need to press another button on the fob. You're rushing because it's raining, your arms are full of shopping and now you have to install a hand cramp just to open the boot.
The 45 however, being an 04 plate has the bear minimum. 2 buttons that only need to be pressed once- lock and unlock. The boot has 2 access points either by opening it with the key or pulling a lever inside the car.
The Skoda has a starting ritual too. To start the car, you put your key in the ignition, twist and then press the clutch. I've been thinking for a good 20 minutes how I can word this paragraph and come up with a way why that is beneficial. It's not. It's just more time consuming. There is literally no need for it.
The Tech
By 100%, The Fabia trumps The 45 when it comes to tech. A display entertainment system that you can hook your phone up to not just by USB but by bluetooth too. You can opt to have the surround sound with a built in subwoofer. Hands down, beats The Rover's custom radio system.
The dashboard is all digital too and shows you your MPG and the range you have left. This is so much more convenient than the Rover's analogue display where you've constantly got to guess when you'll eventually breakdown.
Handling
Power steering witwoo! With just he gentlest of taps your Skoda could be half way down the M6. In comparison, it's very lightly driven. Just a kiss of the clutch alone and you're moving. The 45 is much more heavier on the steering and the clutch. Sometimes, it can be like a whole body workout.
These are just a few things I've noticed so far. I think the move was a sensible one but was definitely a head over heart decision. At the moment, it's coming across as a bit of a snowflake so I really hope we get along and I don't offend it.
45 Memories to Celebrate The 45
Part 5/5
41. Just simply parking
42. Queuing
43. The new car wash at Morrisons
44. The Lake District
45. Everything in this picture.
Thank you
45 Memories to Celebrate The 45
Part 4/5
31. Late night drives
32. The first photo I ever took of my 45
34. Getting my hair off with a new wheel cover
33. The calmness
35. Spick and span
36. The amount of wheels I fucked (3 in 10 months)
37. The adventures
38. Carrying my old wing around for a few months because I didnt have the heart to scrap it. Sentimental- I know.
39. The friends I've bonded with
40. The christmas miracle - RESURRECTION
45 Memories to Celebrate The 45
Part 3/5
21. Honking the horn
22. The smell 😍
23. My grandad having a go. Very fitting.
24. Playing with baby dolls
25. The photo that made me fall in love with it.
26. Parking next to my friend even though it's more inconvenient
27. Loading up shit. Tipping shit.
28. Morning views
29. Washing with the apprentice
30. Tinkering. See tracker post
45 Memories to Celebrate The 45
Part 2/5
11. Belting out tunes whilst on my lunch break, socially distancing before it was the norm.
12. Nantwich Lake!
13. Sea side trips. See the New Brighton post
14. Early morning road rage!
15. On the go food
16. Getting a stereo fitted
17. My cat Smokey impersonating a parked "The 45".
18. SUN ROOF. SUN ROOF. SUN ROOF!
19. Wales. Visit to Barmouth here
20. Hauling shit about!
45 Memories to Celebrate The 45
Part 1/5
The time has come to part with The 45. I've put it through hell and it still loves me. The proof I have is that it turned its engine management light off for me today. I told the garage I'm selling it to that it's never been on. That's love that is.
I could write a massive, heart felt, sentimental post about how The 45 hasnt just been a reliable, fun run around but has literally saved me from my own mind.
But who fucking cares about that.
45 memories to honour MY 45.
One frosty morning I turned it on forgetting I had left the wipers on the night before. Consequently, the wiper snapped so I had to improvise.
2. Jodrell Bank. See full post here
3. Visiting Longbridge Plant (The factory Rovers were made in) before it got knocked down. SEE POST
4. The day I brought The 45 home. Wednesday 14th August 2019
5. Not having a parking space at work
6. CAMPING
7. Bodging transportation jobs. Side note, a few weeks later I saw 4 women struggle to put the same Egg Chair (cargo shown below) in a 4X4. The 45 and I did this on our own!
8. The Mersey Tunnels!
9. Delamere Forset. My favourite place.
10. Parking in the actual lines
The Newest Brighton
139 miles later for me to take a sip out of a well deserved cup of tea and for it to fall over in the wind.
How I've missed non-essential travelling!
A trip out to New Brighton was my first intentional venture out since Lockdown was eased. But the day didn't come without its challenges.
To park on the sea front at New Brighton Beach requires not just a reverse park from the main road- but on an angle. After 3 (5926) attempts I settled with a "that'll do" as my passenger rear wheel was a Penny's width from the line.
The sea breeze was delightful, the sand as soft as ever and it was refreshing to see the lack of litter.
Now, I'm not a professional but one thing I do know is that it's THE LAW to go to the chippy when at the seaside. With our current predicament, the nearest open chippy was 7 miles away... under the river Mersey! Like a child in a sweet shop I was! A total of £3.60 well spent on the tolls to experience the tunnels, though I quickly learnt it was an unwritten rule that change is not given.
Back to the sea front I go for some doughnuts and a cup of tea. Marvellous day. Marvellous place. Marvellous time to be alive.
As you were.