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14 Feb 2014

Valentines On Wheels

Sharon Endacotte has a great idea for car-enthusiast singletons - Valentines on Wheels


Valentine’s Day, and all the nonsense that comes with it, is looming on the horizon. As usual, I will spend the day at work, before going for a romantic dinner of reheated leftovers and a glass of sparkling Coke with myself in my delightfully compact and bijou home. Because Valentine’s Day is utter bollocks when you’re single, and these days it seems that it’s increasingly difficult for people to meet that special someone.

It must be. This is why there are so many websites dedicated to exactly that quest - many of which are quite expensive to join, and none of which can offer any guarantee of success. You can spend hours creating a profile, choose the most flattering photos from a selection of about six on your entire hard drive that actually meet the website’s ridiculously strict criteria and be as broad minded as possible about your potential mates, but the chances are you’ll either get no responses at all, find that your perfect match lives in the Outer Hebrides when you live on the Isle of Wight, or you’ll attract a plethora of slack-jawed, toothless mass murderers and dogging enthusiasts.

Not that I’m talking from experience, you understand.

But today I realised that there is a better way, and it would take all the power away from those dreadful computer dating websites whilst ensuring you meet someone from the area where you actually live. And best of all, it makes it possible to form an impression of a potential mate without having to wade through endless pages of drivelly profiles.

It’s so beautifully simple I don’t understand why nobody’s ever done it.

If you’re single and looking for a date, put a sign on the side of your car. It doesn’t need to say much, just the basic details of the person you would like to meet and a phone number or email address to get in touch. Potential partners can see you through the window, and they can get a pretty good idea what you’re about too. Because your car probably says more about you - as long as it is your car - than any online dating profile ever could.

If, for example, you see a sign on a brand new Rosso Corsa Ferrari, the driver probably has too much money but no imagination (a new Ferrari that isn’t Rosso Corsa, or a Ferrari that’s a few years old are both much better bets). Someone with a Nissan Micra can be safely ignored, because they won’t be a car person (and if it’s a Micra C+C, run, as fast as you can, and never look back). Anyone driving anything with a silver or gold wrap can also be ignored because they only want people to look at them, so they aren’t going to be much good at looking at you. A people carrier implies there are people to carry - so you’d better like other people’s children if you’re going to take a chance on that one. And someone driving a Range Rover Sport is probably a footballer, so unless you are orange, and want to design your own ‘fashion’ range, you can wave that one on too.

Anyone driving a twenty year old hot hatch that’s gone cold is probably worth avoiding. A twenty year old hot hatch that’s been kept at least lukewarm is a much better bet.

Older cars in general are a minefield. If it’s old but immaculate, and it sounds wonderful, and it doesn’t leave a trail of oil or have a catastrophic bottom end failure when it pulls up at the traffic lights, there’s a very real risk that the owner won’t have time for anything except looking after the car. This is acceptable if it’s a marque of car you like and they’re prepared to share the maintenance, because you could have many romantic hours bonding over spanners and track rod ends, but a lot of people who take this level of interest in their car don’t trust anyone else to go near it. You will become a classic car widow/er before you’ve even got started.

On the other hand, if it’s a classic that is completely knackered, blowing black smoke, squealing, dropping bits of bodywork down the high street and conking out on the shortest of journeys even when it isn’t raining or going uphill, it might just be that they’ve had the car forever and they can’t afford to replace it. Beware. They’re probably just very poor.

I’ve given this a lot of thought, and my conclusion is that the ideal person to look out for is probably driving a classic Mini, or maybe an elderly Landy, as long as they don’t use it for dragging bodies into the woods at weekends*. It doesn’t have any comedy stickers and there aren’t any bits actually dropping off, and overall it’s a bit shabby - but under the bonnet, everything’s where it should be, and it’s kept in good running order by the owner, who doesn’t care too much how the car looks, but doesn’t want to drive a soulless modern snotbox.

Because the person behind the wheel will be smiling. And there are worse places to start.

*weekdays negotiable.


8 Feb 2014

Wot Gear - How Hard Can It Be?

Sharon Endacotte and friends decided to film a Top Gear spoof.  Here's how it came about


If you read Top Gear Magazine, you may have noticed an article in the 20th anniversary edition about things the show has inspired its viewers to do. On page 51 there is a section entitled 'Spoofing TopGear'. This is the story behind the spoof.

It's about time for a new series of Top Gear, and Clarkson and co. have been busy travelling to remote parts of the world, and places closer to home, in order to put together the latest run of shows. Whilst it's probably the best job in the world, it certainly isn't the easiest - but no doubt the usual detractors will be out again, grumbling that they could do better. The chances are, they couldn’t.

I should know, because unlike most of them, I’ve tried.

Maybe I should qualify that a little. A friend of mine is behind Grime Team, a series of parodies of the popular archaeology show Time Team. She's also a big Top Gear fan. She'd been toying with the idea of filming a fourth instalment in the series, and one night - after a not inconsiderable volume of beer in a cosy pub in Hammersmith - we came up with an idea that had the boys from Top Gear try to 'improve' geophysics equipment, and the basic idea for the script was born.

And then we didn't get around to it for the next five years. Time flies when you're having fun.

Last year, it was announced that Time Team was coming to an end. That provided the kick to get Grime Team going again for one last show, both as a way of finally wrapping up the project and also of saying 'thank you' to the people from Time Team for all the pleasure they'd given over the years. The parodies are popular with the people who work on the show, who insist that Grime Team gets them right whereas people like Jon Culshaw tend to get it slightly wrong. The fact that my friend has a first class degree in Archaeology may have something to do with this.

The idea we'd had, which was by now old enough to be starting school, was dusted off, and it still worked. It wasn't a very complex idea - when you're doing a geophysics survey, you have to go over the same area three times (you can probably see why this had promise already) with three different pieces of equipment. What if you combined them all in one device?* What if that device was a small, electric not-actually-a-car?** Step forward the Reva Geo-Wiz...

So she wrote a plot that involved Grime Team carrying out a dig at Dunsfold Park in order to find some archaeology and head off the developers who wanted to turn it into a New Town.

And then I got a message that baffled me a bit. “So, when are you writing the script for the Top Gear parody?”

I'd thought there was going to be one film - but in a particularly ambitious (but potentially very rubbish) moment, my friend decided that if we were going to do this thing, we may as well do it properly, and that meant that as well as the Terrible Trio invading Grime Team, Grime Team would also guest on their show. Except that we didn't actually have one for them at that point.

And so Wot Gear was born.

Obviously, I was very familiar with the format of the programme, so I soon had a framework. We were going to bring in the Grime Team by having a 'Star in a Reasonably Priced Car' tea party, so at least I didn't have to worry too much about scripting that bit (as I didn't know who would be coming in or what they would be doing, I decided we would wing it), but I still had a review and a two part challenge to write. And here's the rub: because none of the cast were actors, and some of them hadn't watched Top Gear, I was going to have to script pretty much everything.

Whilst my partner in crime took care of things like location scouting and casting, I needed to get an idea of what was achievable vehicle-wise, so I went back to London to see who would lend us what (we had no budget) and we managed to source three estate cars of roughly the same age and state of decay. One of the cast agreed that we could use his little hatchback as a camera car and a friend agreed we could use her 'Unreasonably Priced Jeep'. Another friend loaned us her Chrysler Ypsilon (which was what led to the rather less than flattering review I wrote a while ago). My friend's father had recently got a Ford Focus which was approximately the same as the Ypsilon, and the two of them were new enough to be passed off as 'ex-demonstrator models' so that gave us the basis for a sensible, comparative road test. And that was pretty much all I had to go on.

As there was an archaeology theme to the show, I quickly decided that the challenge should be about finding the best cheap estate car for an archaeologist, given that we had three elderly estate cars to work with. I also knew that we would be shooting that later in the summer, so I concentrated on the group test of sensible hatchbacks.

Firstly, I had to decide who to put where. I decided that I'd put 'Richard' in the Ypsilon, and as the real Clarkson's a confirmed Ford man, 'Jeremy' would go in the Focus. As we didn't have a very large airfield, but rather a modestly sized car park, as our test track, I quickly realised that I wouldn't be able to go head to head. We also didn't have anywhere to actually lay out a track either, but that at least wasn't a problem because we had some photos (shot through the fence at Dunsfold Park), a garden and a million miles of Scalextric track. So I split the test into two distinct parts - first of all Richard being in turn dewy-eyed about Lancia and not-terribly-impressed with the Ypsilon, demonstrating its capaciousness with the help of some small children, and wandering around in completely the wrong outfit.

The Ypsilon was the first thing we shot, and although it came out OK in the edit, much like the earliest episodes of Top Gear, I have to admit that the inexperience shows on screen. It wasn't helped by the fact that we couldn't actually drive it anywhere, because the owner wouldn't let us,*** so all the driving sequences on the road were done with green screen.

Still, we were allowed out with the Focus. This we did in the style of one of Jeremy's 'thorough road tests' - which let us break it into small enough sections for our 'Jeremy' to remember his lines. Like the Ypsilon test, we used small children - and their 'pet Hamster' - to demonstrate the capacity of the boot. Unlike the Ypsilon test, the small children and their pet Hamster were shut in the boot and then chased by a ninja in a menacing black Japanese car.

The ninja chase was an interesting challenge in itself, because pretty much until we started shooting, I didn't have an end to the segment. We knew it would need to be silly and over the top and slightly surreal, but we had no chase car and no budget to do anything that would leave any damage. However, when we did the first day of shooting on Grime Team, the chap playing our Tony Robinson character turned up in a rare, imported Toyota Celica. It was black. It was Japanese. It was sporty. It was, in short, exactly what was missing. 'Tony' was happy to let us use it, on one condition: he was to drive. As he was going to be dressed head to toe in black, with everything but his eyes covered, this was a condition I was only too happy to meet. And so we had a chase, with underground car parks, sneaky tailgating and a big wall of cardboard boxes, which in the final edit looks actually pretty good.

Why a ninja would be out doing his shopping in east London is anyone's guess.

The challenge was actually fairly easy to write as a series of events, but I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn't actually writing Top Gear and that all the cars would still need to be functioning and undamaged at the end of it. As we had no budget, I had to re-use existing props where possible too. This turned out to be a blessing rather than a curse, however, because I knew that there was a fake Portaloo from the previous Grime Team knocking about somewhere, and I was sure I could incorporate that into the plot.

It starts to get tricky when you start working out the exact story you want to tell with a challenge. We knew early on that there would be a fire at some point (we actually ended up with two), and that the portable toilet would end up on top of one of the cars, and that we would have a sequence where they had to load as many improbable objects as possible (we managed to source a statue of an angel, a mini Easter Island head and a six foot inflatable dinosaur for that, without spending a penny... it's great that my friends are as weird as I am) into the boot. What we didn't know was what else they could do to demonstrate the cars. Eventually I wrote a sequence where 'James' starts waffling about egg and spoon races, and they apply that idea to cars.

This is where another complication came in - you can never rely on the weather. For almost every day we were filming, the weather was obligingly dry, warm and sunny. Our first full shoot was on the hottest weekend of the year - which meant a lot of moaning about wigs - and things were well underway by the time we were ready to film the race. Unlike other driving sequences, this couldn't be mocked up with Scalextric, so we secured the use of a field a friend of a friend usually uses to graze her horses. And then it pissed down, monumentally, for ages. The ground was waterlogged, we lost a whole shooting day waiting for it to stop and the ground was too wet to drive on without destroying the field for quite some time.

Actually, filming driving sequences generally was quite entertaining, and with the aid of two way radios, not too complicated. We had to do a lot of going on and off the M11 with me and other people sticking cameras out of windows, but we got some lovely three-abreast shots, and various bits we could drop in to make journeys look more interesting. There was a lot of shooting the same few roads from different angles, and a quite an audience gathered when the infamous 'ninja driving through a wall of boxes' was shot.

And that was fun in its own right; Mr Ninja was only supposed to clip the edge of the box wall, just enough to bring it down. However, he decided at the last minute to aim directly at it. Boxes went flying, the shot looked great and my friend (who was shooting that sequence as I was on my way back to Cardiff and my real job) was very pleased.

Mr Ninja was still shaking an hour later.

Once all the necessary location sequences were shot, we realised we were going to come up short. We needed a filler piece to bring the episode up to time, so we scratched our heads. We'd pretty much used all the cars we had at our disposal. As it was, given that we couldn't get hold of a G-Wiz for Grime Team, we'd had to build a life sized model out of cardboard, so we couldn't do another mock-up. So we decided to review the Bentley Mulsanne.

We didn't have one of those either, but then again, neither did Top Gear when they tried to review one. But we did have one of those Brompton folding bikes, and grudging loan, for about five minutes, of a Fiat Panda. So 'James' reviewed the bike instead, complete with an interesting diagram of a system of planet gears.

Which just left the studio segments to sort out. This, in some ways, was my favourite part of the filming process. We managed to gather together a few volunteers to act as the audience, and the college where my friend has her real job agreed to let us use their theatre. We dressed this with large cardboard cut-out cars (including one of the Triumph Herald birthday cake I made a couple of years previously), black and yellow banners and Wot Gear logos, and built the News set from some classic Mini seats we picked up for 99p on eBay. Even though we didn't have the films to insert as they weren't finished, filming took almost as long as the real thing, but it was the first point at which it really felt like it was actually happening. I took the decision to make it as 'real' as possible, so used actual motoring stories as the basis for The News, and found some ridiculous things for the 'boys' to wear/laugh at/get indignant/inappropriately excited about. Directing three people who were by now just about getting the hang of what they were doing, plus an audience who mostly didn't have a clue what was going on was fun but exhausting, especially given that I'd not been able to get the day off work so had to go directly from my office to the studio via the wonders of the railway network. By the time we were finished, I was pretty much dead on my feet, but feeling pretty satisfied with what we'd achieved.

And then we didn't meet again until November 22nd, when we held a glittering(ish) premiere in the theatre where we'd shot the studio sequences. People laughed. Probably because we got them drunk.

It was a long journey - five years, two house moves, countless hours of script writing, scouring the internet for stories and props, taking three men who'd never done anything like this before and putting them in bad shirts, wigs and inappropriate situations, persuading bands to let us use their music and then somehow trying to turn it all into a coherent narrative in the edit. And you know what? It's a hell of a lot harder than it looks.

In the final cut, there are moments where it really works, and moments where it doesn't, and moments where it would have worked well had we more experience. If we do another one in the future, it will definitely look better because we learned a lot of lessons on the way. Then again, this will be something in common with Top Gear - the early episodes look decidedly rough around the edges compared with the show it has become. And yes, we have wonky shots, wobbly sets and a big blue box that turns up in places it shouldn't. But so does Doctor Who, and that hasn't done too badly for itself.

Still, could we do better than the real thing? Not even close.

Some of you might like to see the fruits of our labours, which can be obtained via www.wotgear.co.uk. For those of you of the Time Team persuasion, we believe that a cameo in Wot Gear turned out to be the late Professor Mick Aston's (yes, the real one) final filmed appearance.

* It wouldn't work.
** It definitely wouldn't work because the metal bits would interfere with the readings.
***Ironic, as she didn't actually like the car either, and it was written off a couple of weeks later when she didn't park it securely and it rolled down a hill.


25 Jan 2014

Justin Bieber - He's A Drag, But Not A Racer

Justin Bieber really is a massive idiot, isn't he?

I mean, as if being a complete arse on a regular basis (as demonstrated by his recent egging of his neighbour's house) wasn't enough, it sounds like he woke up yesterday and thought Yes! Today I will get a bit squiffy, smoke an exotic herbal cigarette and then challenge some other young bloods to a bit of a race in my yellow Lamborghini motorcar! That will be an excellent idea, and won't possibly go wrong in any way at all.

Justin Bieber.  Cock
And fortunately for the rest of the world, nothing went wrong - because Mr Bieber, and a gentleman called Khalil, who was apparently driving a red Ferrari (you can tell people who write entertainment press releases aren't car people, can't you?) were arrested having been seen doing almost twice the speed limit on a makeshift drag strip. And whilst we should point out that neither man has been found guilty of anything, the Canadian pop monkey gave statements revealing that he had consumed alcohol, marijuana and prescription medication before going out for a drive in his Gallardo.

Of course, news and social media immediately went a bit mad with the most entertaining bout of Bieber Fever, shouting about how the teenager had been arrested drag racing in Miami.

While this sort of sums up the case, it did cause a few ruffled Nomex undies among the drag racing fraternity, and indeed sorority. See, people who are actually part of the drag scene find it objectionable when the media insist on referring to what Messrs Bieber and Khalil were doing is drag racing, and I have to admit, they may have a point. Perhaps more accurately described as 'street racing', the insistence of many media outlets to conflate this with the legal, regulated and highly competitive activities that happen at tracks and raceways does potentially impact negatively on the sport. There's a world of difference between The Fast and The Furious and Santa Pod, and while the typical Speedmonkey reader can well tell the difference, and might even laugh at the confusion, when Little Jimmy Average tells his parents that he wants to see some drag racing, there's a pretty good chance they're going to remember a snotty kid with unlikely hair being all over the news. They'll remember the police painting a grim picture of the risks involved, and the fatality figures being bandied about. And then they'll say no.

National Hot Rod Association drag racer Tina Stull (@tinastullracing, who is not a chemically compromised Canadian child) took to Twitter to plead with the press under the hashtag #mediaGetItRight, explaining, “Comparing Drag Racing to Street Racing is like comparing Using a ATM to Bank Robbery!” She later added that, “Unless Justin Bieber was wearing a dress he was not Drag Racing, he was street racing!”

Admit it, you've got that visual now too.

But horrific imagery aside, Tina Stull has a point. This is her sport being identified with the kind of nonsense Bieber and co have been up to, and she's not taking any more. If I was a drag racer, I think I'd be similarly miffed.

Nope. I really can't blame her at all. The press should label Justin Bieber's activities for what they really are - not drag racing, but behaving like an utter numpty.

By Sharon Endacotte


14 Jan 2014

John Button Obituary

To support a child all the way up from junior karting to the pinnacle of Formula 1 takes a special kind of parental dedication.

John Button was that kind of dedicated parent. He supported his son Jenson right the way to the World Championship, and was there for all but one of his races. He saw Jenson’s first win in Hungary, and the only time he missed a race was through illness. Unlike a lot of parents with successful offspring, however, he never seemed pushy, happy to cheer on his boy in his lucky pink shirt, always smiling and never at a loss for words.

He was a figure of fun, his bottomless enthusiasm quickly endearing him to the viewing public, to whom he soon became a familiar face. It also made him the target of some gentle humour from Sniff Petrol and Gareth Jones On Speed. He was popular in the paddock too, known to many as ‘Papa Smurf’. But before he was a racing dad, John Button was a racer in his own right, achieving some modest success driving Volkswagens (first in Beetles - one apparently nicknamed the ‘Colorado Beetle’ after the potato-munching beastie because of its colourful livery - and later in a Mk 1 Golf) in Rallycross in the 1970s.

John Button and Fizzer, the Beetle in which he finished runner-up in both the Embassy/RAC-MSA British Rallycross and TEAC/Lydden Rallycross championships in 1976

Yesterday, he passed away from a suspected heart attack at his home in France.

When the news broke, messages of support began to appear on social media almost immediately - not just from Jenson Button’s McLaren teammates, but from right across the field. One of the most touching tributes came from Lewis Hamilton, whose own father Anthony is as familiar a face as John Button. On Twitter, he said “Deeply saddened by the passing of John Button. I’m so sorry @JensonButton John was a great man and will be missed by so many. God bless.” He also had this to say on Facebook:

One thing I do hope provides some comfort to Jenson and the rest of the Button family is the huge outpouring of affection around the world for this colourful, charming man. If you Google John Button, you will find tributes in almost every language you might hear in the paddock - Italian, French, German, Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Polish and Finnish, plus numerous others I’m less able to identify. Their tone is fond - Addio a John Button, papà di Jenson says one; John Button, un padre feliz en la F1 - referring to his happiness as an F1 dad - says another. Publications from New Zealand to Finland via Brazil and beyond have been swift to mourn the passing of a popular and much loved member of the motorsport fraternity. The paddock will seem a little bit quieter without him.



John Button was a character. He will be sadly missed.

By Sharon Endacotte.


15 Nov 2013

Motoring Through an Economic Crisis - The Cars Of Greece

Sharon Endacotte has been on holiday to Greece, where she found some interesting cars, and bikes and buses.

I’ve not long got back from my holidays. It’s a long time since I’ve actually managed to go abroad, and for my first foray into foreign climes since the 1990s, I chose Greece as my destination. As the trip grew closer, I got more and more excited, but also a little nervous - would I be nervous on the plane? What would the food be like? Would I be stopped at customs so a man could put his hand up my bottom?

12 Oct 2013

Maria De Villota obituary

I wasn't sure what I was going to write about for my next Speedmonkey piece. I'd give almost anything for it not to be this, though.

Motorsport is dangerous. That's what it says on the ticket when you go to an FIA event. And given the safety record since 1994, if you're a Formula 1 fan, it's all to easy to forget. Fifteen months ago, though, we were reminded very clearly of the risks when, during a freak testing accident, Marussia's reserve driver Maria de Villota lost her right eye, and very nearly lost her life as well.

This morning, her family announced that Maria had been found dead in her hotel bedroom in Seville, 'gone to join the angels' on the day that she should have been launching her autobiography Life Is A Gift. The Spanish press is reporting that she suffered a cardiac arrest after complaining of a severe headache last night.

She was 33.

At times like this, with the shock of the news so fresh, it's easy to concentrate on what we know best about someone. Maria de Villota was Marussia's reserve driver, the daughter of Emilio de Villota, the woman whose injuries meant that she would not be able to reach her goal of becoming the first woman on an F1 grid since Lella Lombardi lined up alongside the likes of James Hunt and and Emerson Fittipaldi at the 1976 Austrian Grand Prix. But de Villota, who started out in karting as a teenager, also took part in Formula 3, Superleague Formula, World Touring Cars, the Grand-Am 24 Hours of Daytona, and off the track, campaigned tirelessly for road safety.

It would have been understandable if, after an accident that ended any chance of her actively competing, Maria de Villota had chosen to walk away from motorsport, but instead, she just channelled her formidable energy into recovering as fully as possible and remaining fully involved with the sport she loved. Rather than choosing to recover out of the spotlight, she returned to public life just three months after the accident, her long hair replaced by a peroxide crop and her missing eye covered by a brightly coloured patch. She would become a familiar sight around the F1 paddock, her eyepatch coordinated with her outfit and rarely seen without a smile on her face. It has been noticeable that the tributes from her fellow drivers focus on her spirit, her happiness and her zest for life.

When doctors first told her what had happened after the accident, and that she had lost her eye, she asked her surgeon if he could do his job without both of his hands - because as a driver, that's how important it was to her to have both eyes. It is a great testament to her strength of character that she could find the positives in what must have been a devastating situation. Talking about her recovery, she said,

"Before, I only saw F1, I saw myself in a car competing. I did not see what was important in life, the clarity to say: 'I am alive'.

"It has given me my bearings, given me back what's important. I accept it with the energy to say I am going to live out this chance 100%."


Sadly, that chance was not to be a long one, but she certainly packed a lot into her final year. Alongside Monisha Kaltenborn and Susie Wolff, she was a passionate ambassador for the Women in Motorsport Commission, promoting women's participation across the full spectrum of motorsports and providing an outstanding role model for all those fighting to overcome adversity. She poured her energy into motivating others, and today had been due to speak at a conference entitled 'What Really Matters'. And in July this year, she married her long-term boyfriend. Of all the things she did, it seems that what she was best at was living - really living.

I don't often think about the fact that there are relatively few women writing about cars, but in many ways, all things motoring related have been a 'man's world' for a long time. Things are changing, but if you're asked to think of a racing driver, or a motoring journalist, or a car designer, or even who to take your car to when it breaks down, you probably tend to think of a man. There's nothing wrong with that, because that's the way things have tended to be, but women like Maria de Villota inspire women like me to keep pushing, to keep plugging away, to believe that we can make our marks too. Hopefully that inspiration will be her legacy. But while we chase our dreams, we should always remember what's really important - or as Maria herself once put it, “Life is beautiful, the only thing we have to do is take it a little slower, and enjoy it.”

By Sharon Endacotte.  

Written on 11 October 2013, when Maria passed away.

18 Sept 2013

Doll's wheels

A while ago, I wrote about how rare it is for car manufacturers to aim their advertising at women, and how there seems to be little effort to get those of us who identify as female interested in all things automotive.

Then came the Great Sindy Jeep Argument, and I realised that there was one area I’d overlooked.

Fashion dolls.

Yes, really.

I was mooching around on Facebook a while ago and I noticed my sister had made a comment about how much she loved her Sindy Jeep when she was a kid. This immediately set my hackles rising, because I knew exactly what car she was talking about… and it was a dark red Range Rover. What else was a smart British doll-about-toytown going to use as a tow car for her caravan and her horse box? I’d previously been reminded of it whilst watching the Top Gear Bolivia Special, because I was highly amused that Jeremy Clarkson seemed to be driving Sindy’s old car.
My little sister with her Sindy Range Rover and caravan

But that’s kind of the point - it was a Range Rover. It wasn’t something that was meant to look a bit like a Range Rover, or that it was some kind of generic off-roader (they did that with the Sindy Beach Buggy, which didn’t look like anything in particular, but was properly thought out, with high ground clearance, and big, knobbly tyres for bouncing over dunes, albeit in 1:6 scale); it was unmistakably a Range Rover, complete with the black pillars and distinctive light clusters. I wonder how many women of a certain age have Rangies today because the idea was planted when they were towing Sindy’s horse to an imaginary gymkhana? And even before my sister was a twinkle in a toyshop owner’s eye, Sindy had an MGB, and later the ‘Fun Buggy’, which did bear a certain resemblance to a Willys Jeep if you squinted and looked at it a bit sideways.

You won’t find Sindy in the shops these days, but her American rival, Barbie, is still going strong - and Barbie did indeed have a variety of Jeeps, not to mention a ’57 Chevy Bel Air, a Thunderbird, and numerous Mustangs and Corvettes. What’s more, Barbie’s Jeep was available as a battery powered ride-on toy.

Scuderia Ferrari and 50th Anniversary Nascar Barbies
Often though, Barbie’s tastes are surprisingly European. In the 80s, Sindy might have had a Range Rover, but Barbie had her first Ferrari - and in classic Rosso Corsa rather than candy pink - and Porsches including a 911 Cabriolet and a Boxster followed in due course. Her very first sports car, back in 1962, was an Austin Healey 3000, closely followed by a convertible Mercedes, and later, Barbie had a Jaguar XJS. There was even a 1:6 scale Ferrari F1 car, with Barbie herself behind the wheel, but that was a one-off collector’s piece rather than a toy for general release, created for the Barbie Collectors’ Convention of 2004 (although she has had her own race car, and there have been both Scuderia Ferrari and Nascar motorsport Barbie dolls).

In more recent years, her tastes have become no less chic, but perhaps a bit more down to earth - her garage has become home to a Volvo V70, a Fiat 500 and a Volkswagen New Beetle, and her fans can drive around on a battery-powered, Barbie-themed toy Smart. Even Ken gets in on the act - he has a MINI Cooper.

But Barbara Millicent Roberts hasn’t entirely lost the need for speed. Her garage also includes a Nissan inspired by the 350Z with a tasteful chrome and gold wrap. And now, whilst it’s a generic, Barbie-branded design, there’s still a sleek sports car in the range.

So perhaps car manufacturers are part way there after all.

Now they just need to learn to market to those same little girls who love Barbie and Sindy’s cars when they grow up and can drive the real thing for themselves.

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22 Aug 2013

Kit cars - All things considered, you probably shouldn’t


What do you suppose goes through a person’s mind when they decide they want to build their own car?

For some of them, it will be a craving for the jigsaw-like challenge of putting together a lightweight sports car such as a Caterham 7.  All the pieces arrive from the factory and the prospective Caterham owner will then have several hundred hours of screwing (probably the only kind they’re going to get for the duration of the project), fixing and fettling to look forward to before attempting to summon up enough courage to clamber into a car they’ve built themselves and daring to put it on the road.  

It takes a special sort of bravery to take on this kind of project; not only is it quite a substantial outlay for something that may never be roadworthy if they give up half way through, but imagine what it would be like to drive a car where you knew with absolute certainty that some of the bits ended up in the dustbin by accident, and there didn’t seem to be enough of a certain type of bolt, and not only that a few shortcuts were taken but exactly what those shortcuts were…

The rewards, however, can be enormous.  Choose the right car, take your time building it, follow the instructions to the letter and make sure someone with proper knowledge has a look at any bits you aren’t sure about and you should end up with an entertaining little head-turner that gives you the added satisfaction, after a thoroughly enjoyable bit of B-road blatting, to step from the car, look back and say, “I made that.”

Of course, the Caterham route isn’t the cheapest way around things, and building something from that level of disassembly is a bit too daunting for some hobbyist automotive engineers.  For them may lie the path of the ‘Special’, a replacement body shell, and sometimes interior, for a particular car.  Although less common than they once were, the Special is a way of getting your hands dirty and ending up with something a bit different without needing to break everything down to bare bolts or ending up with a decree absolute to hang alongside the car’s MOT certificate.

For other hobbyists, the kit car approach allows them to replicate a dream car they might otherwise never be able to afford, with levels of accuracy from hair-splittingly good to hair-raisingly terrible.  You could go for something like the Hawk Stratos - where any panel could be swapped with its Lancia original without difficulty - or maybe a classic Ferrari or Porsche (a former neighbour of mine had an absolutely perfect 356 Speedster replica, but had to admit the game was up when I asked him why the DVLA thought it was an old Volkswagen…), if they’re more your style.  It’s an option that gives you plenty of scope when it comes to under the bonnet, and with something to suit almost all budgets and tastes, replica enthusiasts are a broad church.

But for a select few, a buying a kit or modifying an existing vehicle simply isn’t enough.  We’ve all heard tales about the bloke who scratchbuilt a racing car in his kitchen, and the man who had part of his basement demolished to free the replica Lamborghini he’d spent a decade building under his house, but for the most deluded enthusiastic shed engineer, even replicating someone else’s work from first principles isn’t enough.  No, for these few, these happy few - often diving in with no design, systems, materials or engineering knowledge or experience - only building and driving a car they’ve designed themselves will do.

You have to wonder what goes through their minds.

There are low-volume manufacturers in the UK, who, by means of eccentric blokes in sheds, may get very few cars on the road, but when you see a Bristol or a Noble or a Lightning GT, at least they do it with style.

Unfortunately for the chaps and occasional chappesses fettling away at home, most of their end results tend to look like distant cousins of Top Gear’s home made range-extended electric effort Geoff (a car almost as successful as the Vauxhall Ampera, and with about as many examples on the road).  In fact, several years prior to Geoff’s inception, I saw something wobbling around a roundabout in Plymouth that could have been prototype for Clarkson et al’s wooden-doored aluminium box-on-wheels, right down to the bits of shelf unit used in its construction…

As for this Q-plate catastrophe, I think the photograph says it all…
It’s certainly a head turner, but perhaps not in the way its creator intended.  Reactions have ranged from ‘Oh, it’s a Smart if they were from the 70s,’ to ‘Have they brought back the Invacar?’ and simply ‘What the bloody hell’s that?!’

Actually, the Q-plate is a very major way these home-made motors vary from the Top Gear Technology Centre effort - in the end, enough of the TVR that underpinned Geoff was recognisable enough that it retained its original registration number, like a Special or a kit replica.

And yet I can’t help having a certain admiration for people who do decide to use a car they’ve designed and built themselves.  It must take balls of titanium and a hide like a rhino’s to get into something that will be laughed out of town and will kill you very messily indeed in even a relatively gentle accident.  As far as I can tell in the example above, the side impact protection consists mainly of the driver’s elbow.  Would you want to drive a car you’d built in your spare time in a shed?  I know I wouldn’t.  I’d be constantly waiting for it to hit a pothole and collapse.

So shed-based petrolheads currently taking to the roads in cars of your own design and manufacture, I salute you.  You are as certifiable as your cars, but you are far braver than I.

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