June 2001: My brother Andrew calls me and says "...do you want the Bond?..."
Andrew bought the car on 1st February 1992, and after a quick tart-up drove it for about two of those years. It then went into his garage...he moved house a couple of times...and it just sat there. Then, one day, he was offered the opportunity to buy his boss's Reliant Scimitar for an unspeakably reasonable sum. To cut a long story short, he had no room for the Bond and recognised that he would probably not have the time to give it the restoration that he always promised, and so he gave it to me. Thanks bro!
I took the car on, and traveled from my home in Nothamptonshire up to Nottinghamshire every Saturday to work on the car. Talk about opening a can of worms! It was mostly tin worm! The car was rotten to the core and at times I wanted to give up. But here she is, finished (well, nearly) and very pleased with her I am too. She is by no means a concourse winner but I did my best on a rotten car with a very restrictive budget. The doors don't line up, the panel gaps are awful and she rattles and squeaks terribly. But, the car is good fun and after an initial love/hate relationship we have finally "Bonded".
