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Memoirs of a caring for a hand assembled car; our Rover Montego 2.0Dlx turbo
It was acceptable in the 80s, but now finding parts for one is outrageous, There are spies amongst us, some say they are from Uranus, repeat Pluto is now dead. All the good men who have survived, have left. Carrying flash drives armed with laptops and telecommunication devices with giga pixels capture hidden in skydiver like bags.* Yelling abort mission, mission abort, permission to pull out in time. Only remember a folding bicycle is all you have, and three cans of boiled beans is all you have once they land. Such individuals vanish just as soon as they appear. But, all that is known is now known everywhere, Leave no stone unturned, the GOLD must be returned. The secret to long life, is tantamount to our survival. The BRICs.*
Kindly forgive me if this review is upto standard; my first attempt at making one up it exceeds 15000 characters hence would post a continuation.
At this point of time, am choosing to test voice to text conversion software, as notes are difficult and a doctor's handwriting is a chore to read. Some suggest a typing tutor would help, finding a quality secretary is like finding a diamond hidden in the yellow pages.
A car from a bygone era. First, came along the Maruti car, a car that was to move the masses, then the Maruti 1000 with a boot for luggage. These vehicles may been a game changer for India. As it changed the mentality from the trusty, reliable Hindustan Ambassador. To, having the ability to adopt the hatch.
For me, ever since my post-graduation. While spending time in the long room. There was an itch, a yearning for a trusty reliable workhorse. A diesel, an agricultural yearning, if you may. A time in which one could dream, of retiring, growing fruits, moving the lawn. In a home near the country side. Providing, the gift of tranquility; a home away from home.*
Many feel, India is considered by many a backward land, where the access to a toilet is a luxury. Open defecation, from what is said appears to be a habit that is tough to curtail. Steel prices are just left to analysts. Research states, a 10inch rim is unheard of in the 1st world, it is almost like it were made for a pizzeria. For a deep dish or to keep biryani fragrant.
*Living in a land, where the water is filled with all kinds of life endangering bacterium, reducing one's life expectancy. Being in the medical line, it has always made me wonder, when will she awake? Maybe, it is some form of system in which people blame the nation for its many mistakes resulting in inferior genetics, resulting in increased absenteeism. A plethora of religious holidays. And, after many numerous hospital visits, results in a situation, where people are eating to live where the first are living to eat.*
A jingalala lifestyle; enter the Rover Montego 2.0 Dlx turbo..
Almost, to me a limited production model; a parson's pleasure if you may, due to its relative rarity. But more well known for its frugality; to make, less seem for more and more seems for less. The crocodile clips always may need to be kept safe, if ever in need for a jump start
First turbo charged Diesel engine, with a moonroof and 18 kilometers to the liter.*
Not quite a telco, W124. The thud from the door isn't as solid. But, in the United Kingdom, the Montego from what I was to assimilate while studying there was that it was a Pucca family car, competing with the likes of the Passat, the Sierra & the escort. Prima Perkins; an engine that received an award for its engineering. For, being ahead of its time. The Jaguars were definitely prized possessions, along with a rare glimpse of a Bristol. Growing up, walking down the street of car showrooms, now known as the shopping belt, in modern day Singapore. Had always dreamt of owning a Jaguar mk2, in military green. I had made up my mind, I was in love. In love with the Raj, the law, the cars, the fish & chips and had made up my mind. If, I ever was to settle in India, I would have to have a car, that expressed, the era in which I spent my time, studying, in Ireland.*
Faux wood panels with tweeters, central locking, power windows with auto down function; the only thing missing a revometer. A top speed under 180; with a speedometer that tops off at 210.* Altering the fuel pump provided some gains but, the efficiency takes a drop. Perfect for hilly climatic conditions due to all that 'torque'.*
Had, always wanted a German assembled T series. But was worried of being taken for a ride, by scrupulous mechanics, and dacoits. They were all popularized in the movies, with all the dancing and technicolor, more still. But, please do bear in mind, a liter of leaded petrol was a princely sum of 8 Rupees, before the gulf war. To me, this was expensive, as books such as the Discovery of India costed around 21annas. Although, it must be said there was loads of fried cornflower oil. Which was going sizzle, pop, futt as was reading in the Bajji and cutlet store, along with a cup of garam chai, near the phone booth. Always used to wonder if it worth refining mixing with some good old methanol and putting it in the professor's car. For good old Jeeves sake. In life one must employ a helicopter approach, as runways are not long enough for a staggered takeoff. Space is scarce & life is tough. Neighbors will always prevent reclamation, citing nautical miles and stop progress.*
Always used to wonder, if cars could start to fly, we won't be stuck in traffic; would based on traffic manners would we have a dog fight in the air? German, the Japanese and the tuk tuk.
One should get a top down view, instead of a ground up view. Courtesy the Jetsons. (Cartoons) Some, burn paper rolls royces and many other things to guide their loved ones. But the Spinx, and the mahal, show us, what mankind is capable of. The wall, we believe is visible from space.
why?
I always wanted, to able to differentiate myself. To be able to express myself, to the world & my local community. My critics have always been my critics. The, Marathas, the Kannadigas and the parathas were always not known to get along very well in the early days. Some, were known to be hot headed, and easy to agitate. Some were swayed by Lady Luck and a tendency to alcoholism. Some were hard working; eating Jawar rotis, leading to robust constitution. Water was never a big problem to them. There were others, waking up at 5am maybe even earlier getting their children ready for school, preparing the chapatis and the rest. Catching the bus in time, off to work. Bringing the nation to where it is today. Whereas, there were other's; the heavy rice eaters!!! Fertile soil, paddy fields. Elysian plains, of lush greenery, the water gushing in torrents. Filling the lands with water. In which sweet meats were enjoyed, by the dozen, a life of more sugar than we need. The scary part; Only, one issue. Labour, and it's effective retention. The Rover Montego made my feet do the dancing the right only mild flexing. Forefoot press, forefoot release. The dead pedal, it could be said was needed for a UK size 5.
Cycling has its many advantages, looking out onto the horizon waiting for the sunrise.
The bicycle, an effective force multiplier. An effective machine, no gears and you have succeeded. More gears, more control & relative strain. A dynamo would guide one in the dark. Although, through the saddle and the pressure it may exert on the perineum, as to the doctor's advice could result in infertility, hence demanding correct saddle fit. As in fertility, both women and men play a role. Hence, now and then we need to pamper ourselves, and take care in turn for the long run. For, we may never know how old age will treat us. The Montego has never kept me waiting, demand and the beast delivers.
From, one economy to another. There are worries of the brain drain, retention of an effective skilled workforce. Along, with successive retention of manhole covers. Keeping, in check inflation, gold wastage and many other worries.*
How did the heart win the head?
While in the UK, people had different worries. Their worries were breakfast in bed, their wife, their mates and most definitely Liverpool. Some used to lambast England's performance in the World Cup. For some reason they were complaining the price of propah English breakfast, with the boiled beans. Frankly, was home sick. No foods, no coffee, everything was bland, everything was made for a delicate constitution. Easy on the guts. It was era when people in Nigeria used to fly to London to get their wedding dresses stitched. It was a time when oil was as cheap as water, before the impending collapse of the Lira. The chicken floats in oil the curry had more masala than normal, although one might spot a feather or two, if the plucking wasn't complete. There was always talk about 'the fire in the belly', and 'the fuel in the fire.' The ivory, was a commodity, seldom seen but talked about. Their history was in the making; a lot of talk on oranges and other fruits were spoken about, but seldom promoted. There was a lot of talk on going to Papa New Guinea, reconsidered bid adieu, bought myself a bag, a hat and shades made my way. Looking back a Lasso might have made sense; as many cash cows wander aimlessly on the countryside. Sometimes even occupying their right-royal space on the fabled expressway. It was only said to beware of the lion in the sheep's skin. My worries were simple, finding a pay phone, some peace and quiet to read, and 3 square meals a day.
Back to the land of boiled beans; Bengalooru! A hungry man, wanders aimlessly. Black is white, white is black. An ambassador is always the reckoning; buy it for less, sell it for more. Economic Hit men & Jackals; if you were lucky, you may catch some nuggets in the storm water drains.*
Why a Montego? Why a Montego? Why a Montego?*
Racing Gold was never a colour option, in the Montego's list of colors; British racing green and Caribbean blue were the choices. Lucky for me, there was no black. The roads were dusty, and this would be a car washer's nightmare; think about the metallic paint. No; a Jaguar, no way, no way, it was just out of reach. A MK2, with a curvaceous bottom, waiting to be split in two. Thank you, but no thanks. Off to find the broomstick, the granite needed resurfacing. Almost glinting in the sun's rays like glitter. Doctor's these days say it is all about the melanin and harmful UV, due to the ozone. Those carcinogens, have now invaded like Kublai and his merry men.
the color
*It, is difficult to describe the colour. It is a colour that is full bodied, rich and has overtones of a past. The colour, just draws you forward, in its shimmering yarn, like a calm sea view. Of richness of depth, such clarity like salty water trying to resemble a pure land. Almost like it were drowned in milk, and placed to let the rays of the sun diffract and fill the room with the effervescent yearning of a teenage soul. Beautiful to see, beautiful to hold, but once broken considered sold.*
Carnauba wax, was not really a day to necessity. It was a distant luxury; waxing the Caribbean blue brute, white sand, hot sand like hot coals. Will a Rover Montego ever join the streets? The color was most definitely reminded me of a calming Mediterranean meal, drizzled with oodles of olive oil. Parking was most definitely the issue; space. But, life expectancy was always the worry; how to take care of the aging population. Msg here msg there; typing here typing there. Almost, as though as carpal tunnel syndrome, was the only way to attain a decent lifestyle. 'Enter the matrix; choose wisely the blue pill or the red pill.' Or white light therapy will all that will be left.*
Oh, my! Oh, my! In this day and age, a parking spot may even cost a century. Not to forget, the poor maid who may be forced to wash the car who may choose the easy way out and use the household grass broom instead. The iron box wallah had to be called in, to teach a thing or two about cleaning the car, In Pucca Konkani. The cleaning methodology was improved, it was a work in progress. We assume, if she ever bought a car, she would furiously honk the horn, to announce, the Bangalore Bomber's recent success, it would be almost, as though she were communicating in morse code to her peeps in Mars, or Uranus. A few thapads would have got her to get the work done right. She was also the individual who introduced us to the luxuries of Pantene, at 200 rupees a bottle, it was time, to let her go. As the missus, wasn't a beater, and soon the maid would be preening her smooth lustrous curls for the general public; beating the parachute backpackers. Leading to a complex decision choir or the spring mattress; do not be static. The demands in the environment is different and one needs to be flexible. It is more a mentor student culture than an employee boss culture. This led me to buy a TATA Safari many years later. The back is one a fragile thing, our posture while awake and sleeping is of prime importance. Bear in mind when Ravi Shastri won the Audi Quattro; it was a phenomenal move, to promote an automotive company with all wheel drive. An institution whose research and development budget can shame 3rd world economies.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLbAkZTCeJo&app=desktop
It was acceptable in the 80s, but now finding parts for one is outrageous, There are spies amongst us, some say they are from Uranus, repeat Pluto is now dead. All the good men who have survived, have left. Carrying flash drives armed with laptops and telecommunication devices with giga pixels capture hidden in skydiver like bags.* Yelling abort mission, mission abort, permission to pull out in time. Only remember a folding bicycle is all you have, and three cans of boiled beans is all you have once they land. Such individuals vanish just as soon as they appear. But, all that is known is now known everywhere, Leave no stone unturned, the GOLD must be returned. The secret to long life, is tantamount to our survival. The BRICs.*
Kindly forgive me if this review is upto standard; my first attempt at making one up it exceeds 15000 characters hence would post a continuation.
At this point of time, am choosing to test voice to text conversion software, as notes are difficult and a doctor's handwriting is a chore to read. Some suggest a typing tutor would help, finding a quality secretary is like finding a diamond hidden in the yellow pages.
A car from a bygone era. First, came along the Maruti car, a car that was to move the masses, then the Maruti 1000 with a boot for luggage. These vehicles may been a game changer for India. As it changed the mentality from the trusty, reliable Hindustan Ambassador. To, having the ability to adopt the hatch.
For me, ever since my post-graduation. While spending time in the long room. There was an itch, a yearning for a trusty reliable workhorse. A diesel, an agricultural yearning, if you may. A time in which one could dream, of retiring, growing fruits, moving the lawn. In a home near the country side. Providing, the gift of tranquility; a home away from home.*
Many feel, India is considered by many a backward land, where the access to a toilet is a luxury. Open defecation, from what is said appears to be a habit that is tough to curtail. Steel prices are just left to analysts. Research states, a 10inch rim is unheard of in the 1st world, it is almost like it were made for a pizzeria. For a deep dish or to keep biryani fragrant.
*Living in a land, where the water is filled with all kinds of life endangering bacterium, reducing one's life expectancy. Being in the medical line, it has always made me wonder, when will she awake? Maybe, it is some form of system in which people blame the nation for its many mistakes resulting in inferior genetics, resulting in increased absenteeism. A plethora of religious holidays. And, after many numerous hospital visits, results in a situation, where people are eating to live where the first are living to eat.*
A jingalala lifestyle; enter the Rover Montego 2.0 Dlx turbo..
Almost, to me a limited production model; a parson's pleasure if you may, due to its relative rarity. But more well known for its frugality; to make, less seem for more and more seems for less. The crocodile clips always may need to be kept safe, if ever in need for a jump start
First turbo charged Diesel engine, with a moonroof and 18 kilometers to the liter.*
Not quite a telco, W124. The thud from the door isn't as solid. But, in the United Kingdom, the Montego from what I was to assimilate while studying there was that it was a Pucca family car, competing with the likes of the Passat, the Sierra & the escort. Prima Perkins; an engine that received an award for its engineering. For, being ahead of its time. The Jaguars were definitely prized possessions, along with a rare glimpse of a Bristol. Growing up, walking down the street of car showrooms, now known as the shopping belt, in modern day Singapore. Had always dreamt of owning a Jaguar mk2, in military green. I had made up my mind, I was in love. In love with the Raj, the law, the cars, the fish & chips and had made up my mind. If, I ever was to settle in India, I would have to have a car, that expressed, the era in which I spent my time, studying, in Ireland.*
Faux wood panels with tweeters, central locking, power windows with auto down function; the only thing missing a revometer. A top speed under 180; with a speedometer that tops off at 210.* Altering the fuel pump provided some gains but, the efficiency takes a drop. Perfect for hilly climatic conditions due to all that 'torque'.*
Had, always wanted a German assembled T series. But was worried of being taken for a ride, by scrupulous mechanics, and dacoits. They were all popularized in the movies, with all the dancing and technicolor, more still. But, please do bear in mind, a liter of leaded petrol was a princely sum of 8 Rupees, before the gulf war. To me, this was expensive, as books such as the Discovery of India costed around 21annas. Although, it must be said there was loads of fried cornflower oil. Which was going sizzle, pop, futt as was reading in the Bajji and cutlet store, along with a cup of garam chai, near the phone booth. Always used to wonder if it worth refining mixing with some good old methanol and putting it in the professor's car. For good old Jeeves sake. In life one must employ a helicopter approach, as runways are not long enough for a staggered takeoff. Space is scarce & life is tough. Neighbors will always prevent reclamation, citing nautical miles and stop progress.*
Always used to wonder, if cars could start to fly, we won't be stuck in traffic; would based on traffic manners would we have a dog fight in the air? German, the Japanese and the tuk tuk.
One should get a top down view, instead of a ground up view. Courtesy the Jetsons. (Cartoons) Some, burn paper rolls royces and many other things to guide their loved ones. But the Spinx, and the mahal, show us, what mankind is capable of. The wall, we believe is visible from space.
why?
I always wanted, to able to differentiate myself. To be able to express myself, to the world & my local community. My critics have always been my critics. The, Marathas, the Kannadigas and the parathas were always not known to get along very well in the early days. Some, were known to be hot headed, and easy to agitate. Some were swayed by Lady Luck and a tendency to alcoholism. Some were hard working; eating Jawar rotis, leading to robust constitution. Water was never a big problem to them. There were others, waking up at 5am maybe even earlier getting their children ready for school, preparing the chapatis and the rest. Catching the bus in time, off to work. Bringing the nation to where it is today. Whereas, there were other's; the heavy rice eaters!!! Fertile soil, paddy fields. Elysian plains, of lush greenery, the water gushing in torrents. Filling the lands with water. In which sweet meats were enjoyed, by the dozen, a life of more sugar than we need. The scary part; Only, one issue. Labour, and it's effective retention. The Rover Montego made my feet do the dancing the right only mild flexing. Forefoot press, forefoot release. The dead pedal, it could be said was needed for a UK size 5.
Cycling has its many advantages, looking out onto the horizon waiting for the sunrise.
The bicycle, an effective force multiplier. An effective machine, no gears and you have succeeded. More gears, more control & relative strain. A dynamo would guide one in the dark. Although, through the saddle and the pressure it may exert on the perineum, as to the doctor's advice could result in infertility, hence demanding correct saddle fit. As in fertility, both women and men play a role. Hence, now and then we need to pamper ourselves, and take care in turn for the long run. For, we may never know how old age will treat us. The Montego has never kept me waiting, demand and the beast delivers.
From, one economy to another. There are worries of the brain drain, retention of an effective skilled workforce. Along, with successive retention of manhole covers. Keeping, in check inflation, gold wastage and many other worries.*
How did the heart win the head?
While in the UK, people had different worries. Their worries were breakfast in bed, their wife, their mates and most definitely Liverpool. Some used to lambast England's performance in the World Cup. For some reason they were complaining the price of propah English breakfast, with the boiled beans. Frankly, was home sick. No foods, no coffee, everything was bland, everything was made for a delicate constitution. Easy on the guts. It was era when people in Nigeria used to fly to London to get their wedding dresses stitched. It was a time when oil was as cheap as water, before the impending collapse of the Lira. The chicken floats in oil the curry had more masala than normal, although one might spot a feather or two, if the plucking wasn't complete. There was always talk about 'the fire in the belly', and 'the fuel in the fire.' The ivory, was a commodity, seldom seen but talked about. Their history was in the making; a lot of talk on oranges and other fruits were spoken about, but seldom promoted. There was a lot of talk on going to Papa New Guinea, reconsidered bid adieu, bought myself a bag, a hat and shades made my way. Looking back a Lasso might have made sense; as many cash cows wander aimlessly on the countryside. Sometimes even occupying their right-royal space on the fabled expressway. It was only said to beware of the lion in the sheep's skin. My worries were simple, finding a pay phone, some peace and quiet to read, and 3 square meals a day.
Back to the land of boiled beans; Bengalooru! A hungry man, wanders aimlessly. Black is white, white is black. An ambassador is always the reckoning; buy it for less, sell it for more. Economic Hit men & Jackals; if you were lucky, you may catch some nuggets in the storm water drains.*
Why a Montego? Why a Montego? Why a Montego?*
Racing Gold was never a colour option, in the Montego's list of colors; British racing green and Caribbean blue were the choices. Lucky for me, there was no black. The roads were dusty, and this would be a car washer's nightmare; think about the metallic paint. No; a Jaguar, no way, no way, it was just out of reach. A MK2, with a curvaceous bottom, waiting to be split in two. Thank you, but no thanks. Off to find the broomstick, the granite needed resurfacing. Almost glinting in the sun's rays like glitter. Doctor's these days say it is all about the melanin and harmful UV, due to the ozone. Those carcinogens, have now invaded like Kublai and his merry men.
the color
*It, is difficult to describe the colour. It is a colour that is full bodied, rich and has overtones of a past. The colour, just draws you forward, in its shimmering yarn, like a calm sea view. Of richness of depth, such clarity like salty water trying to resemble a pure land. Almost like it were drowned in milk, and placed to let the rays of the sun diffract and fill the room with the effervescent yearning of a teenage soul. Beautiful to see, beautiful to hold, but once broken considered sold.*
Carnauba wax, was not really a day to necessity. It was a distant luxury; waxing the Caribbean blue brute, white sand, hot sand like hot coals. Will a Rover Montego ever join the streets? The color was most definitely reminded me of a calming Mediterranean meal, drizzled with oodles of olive oil. Parking was most definitely the issue; space. But, life expectancy was always the worry; how to take care of the aging population. Msg here msg there; typing here typing there. Almost, as though as carpal tunnel syndrome, was the only way to attain a decent lifestyle. 'Enter the matrix; choose wisely the blue pill or the red pill.' Or white light therapy will all that will be left.*
Oh, my! Oh, my! In this day and age, a parking spot may even cost a century. Not to forget, the poor maid who may be forced to wash the car who may choose the easy way out and use the household grass broom instead. The iron box wallah had to be called in, to teach a thing or two about cleaning the car, In Pucca Konkani. The cleaning methodology was improved, it was a work in progress. We assume, if she ever bought a car, she would furiously honk the horn, to announce, the Bangalore Bomber's recent success, it would be almost, as though she were communicating in morse code to her peeps in Mars, or Uranus. A few thapads would have got her to get the work done right. She was also the individual who introduced us to the luxuries of Pantene, at 200 rupees a bottle, it was time, to let her go. As the missus, wasn't a beater, and soon the maid would be preening her smooth lustrous curls for the general public; beating the parachute backpackers. Leading to a complex decision choir or the spring mattress; do not be static. The demands in the environment is different and one needs to be flexible. It is more a mentor student culture than an employee boss culture. This led me to buy a TATA Safari many years later. The back is one a fragile thing, our posture while awake and sleeping is of prime importance. Bear in mind when Ravi Shastri won the Audi Quattro; it was a phenomenal move, to promote an automotive company with all wheel drive. An institution whose research and development budget can shame 3rd world economies.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLbAkZTCeJo&app=desktop
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. It was a honour to get to know the Montego and its proud owner upclose. I think not just petrolheads but literature enthusiasts will also cherish perusing this page 
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. While for the car, I hope she is still going good.