It certainly has been a busy few weeks: not only was the 360 recently serviced, it also took us to a wedding in Cardiff. This gave a short opportunity to make a little noise as we drove through the Brynglas Tunnel (despite the heavy traffic). It also piqued the interested of some younger wedding attendees who appeared to have their afternoon made when I offered them to have their photographs taken sitting in the drivers seat.
It’s been a long winter; with no pressing need to get the 360 out. (In addition to no Formula 1—perhaps I should take up hibernation—I wonder if I automate my job my boss would notice? Probably.) Anyway, the temperature has started to rise and the sun is out a little more each day, so it was time to have the front bumper resprayed, due to numerous stone chips, and (a slightly delayed) annual service carried out. I went back to my friends at Slade’s Garage for the bodywork but decided to return the car to its original seller, H. R. Owen, for the service. This was primarily because me existing service book was now full of stamps and dates and so I needed them to source me a new one from Maranello. And Ferrari, it turns out, require a fair few items of proof before they’ll issue a new book:
Unfortunately for everyone involved (though mostly just myself in reality) the weather for this long Easter weekend was less than ideal, which meant that although I got out to my car, I had decided that it wasn’t really worth taking it out in the rain just to drive to dinner.
Another high profile outing, and this time one much closer to home. In fact, I have been looking forward to this show since last year, when I walked along to look at everything. Obviously being my closest car show, as soon as online registration was open I signed myself and my 360 up (although not for the concours, as my patience for immaculate cleaning is rather low—especially with a car I’d rather drive and not just look at). A whole day, looking at some absolute classics, alongside my modern-ish Ferrari: perfect!
So it’s been nearly two weeks since my lovely 360 was savagely attacked by a Muntjac. I have made contact with a few additional bodyshops (after Neil Garner and Slade’s Garage) to see who is willing and able to help get her back on the road. Obviously photos can give an idea of what’s happened and what might be involved in fixing, but to get an accurate quote I need to shuttle the car around. So today I have hitched a ride from Heathrow with my mum—and the family friends she was collecting—so I can leave the team at Garner’s continuing their quote-sourcing and give the guys at Slade’s something to actually look at.
It’s Christmas time—well not really, as I’m retelling this story in March but the story starts back in December…
I had arranged to collect my 360 from Neil Garner Performance Engineering, Kemble Car Storage on the Friday afternoon before Christmas. My plan was to spend possibly a couple weeks lounging around at my parents, helping out when necessary, and seeing friends and family when available. (There was no point me staying in—or going back to—London as all of my housemates had disappeared to spend time with their families too.)
So on the second day of owning my 360, I had managed to scuff the underside of the front bumper! It was’t much of a consolation knowing that this is a common wound with Ferrari’s, although there was’t a lot I could do about it now. Still, I my brother and his fiancée had been told to come and visit, as had my grandmother, so I was able to show them what I had achieved. I followed this up, on the Sunday, with a drive to the midlands to surprise my granddad. After a lovely drive in the Sunday morning sun, I made my way into Ledbury and interrupted breakfast. (The road through the town centre is in terrible shape, but the ring road is fantastically smooth and more or less straight.)