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Diary... Early 1999 Looking through the various magazines, I decided that lucious Lisa on page 49 was out of my price range and so turned to car magazines again. I liked the look of the Cobra replicas, but sadly, my Bank balance turned out to be incompatible with this idea as it did with most of the other decent looking cars. In fact, compared with the better Cobra's, page 49 seemed suddenly affordable, if not compatible with my girlfriend. I was thinking of ditching the idea when I came across an article on the Robin Hood Engineering (RHE) Project 2B. Here was a Lotus 7 inspired car which I could actually afford. March 1999 April 1999 - May
2000 June 2000
NOTE: SAVE EVERYTHING FROM THE DONOR VEHICLE, INCLUDING UNLIKELY THINGS LIKE THE DOOR RUBBERS AND REAR BUMP STOPS These will all come in useful during the build and also demonstrate to a skeptical environmental lobby your commitment to recycling.
August 2000 The week of the 19th finally came. I decided to check the van hire arrangements I had made a month or so earlier. I was advised that the van I had booked thinking to be a LWB VW Transporter was in fact a flatbed car transporter and thus no use to me. I therefore rebooked a long wheel base transit which I was assured was long enough. On the Saturday morning I arrived at the hire centre and was asked in passing by the owner why I wanted the van. I told him, and he said 'There is no way that an 11'4" Chassis will fit in that!'. Happily he had a Luton van available. Skipping back briefly to Friday night, I realised that the chap I had arranged to help me collect the car had disappeared off the face off the Earth (or at least Norwich). Dave, if you are reading this, where are you? I then phoned Ian, who now takes up the tale... 'At 9 in the evening, with myself happily contemplating a weekend of nothing more than the usual drunken debauchery, when the telephone berrunged. It was Glenn. He wanted something. It involved me. No, don't get the wrong idea. He wanted me to, at a moments notice, go all the way up to Mansfield (150 miles away), so natually I said yes, I wasss............verrrryyy........verrryy.....drunk. At 8 in the Morning, miraculously, I was awake, I was sober, I didn't have a hangover (and why not - Glenn) and absolutely thrilled at the thought of a trip to Mansfield where I was told they had the best fish and chips in the country (despite being 85 miles from the nearest habitable water). Glenn appeared doing his impression of white van man, and then we were off...' and it is at this
point that the commentary is again picked up by Glenn...
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