Episode 43. Ford Sierra P100 L647 GAW.

I spoke of my mk5 Excort van previously, but sitting qiuetly there in the foreground is my P100.



Well you've probably guessed that I havn't used the P100 for some time or the Surfboard for that matter! So it was a quick wash for it, and then then I thought it could be put up for sale!



I have to admit that the culling isn't going particularly well. As I said, I have sold cars, but I've bought them as well. Foolishly, at best I'm treading water! My intentions are good, I do put them up for grabs, and occaisionally someone from ebay-land actually bothers showing up and collecting their prize, but then I think to myself. "Oh, I've sold that now... I wonder what else is out there?!" and before too long I'm bidding on something else that I don't need and will need to get rid of at some point!


Look at that lovely patina... That doesn't happen over night y'know! Before I start, I want to put on my rose tinted glasses and ramble on about my P100!


This wasn't my first Sierra shaped P100, but I do have quite a lot of history with this particular P100, and have formed quite an attachment to it, but realistically it was just going to rot if I didn't sell it, and I had already sat there and watched that happen to my first one...


Incidentally, that Apple tree growing in the bed in the picture above was a self setter, which  now is growing very happily in my back yard at BelongaClint! Shame really, had I have left it in the bed of the P100 and managed to get it back on the road I could've had a pick your own apples delivery service! 


If you look closely in the picture above you can see the good P100 and the Escort van in the background.


However this one was a real project when I got hold of it, but I was going to fix it up, but never got around to it. I didn't want the same to happen to my second one, and I thought someone else deserved a chance.

Anyway, because my second Sierra P100 was now closest to the front gate it was decided that it was to be first for the chop and onto the bay of E it went. As is the way it was listed multiple times, the first time it sold to 'vwcaddy90' from Ilminster, Somerset for a grand total of £697.00. Not too bad I thought, but as ever it just wasn't to be. So it was relisted, with some better pictures because as I discovered previously, when you re-list things they never sell for as much as they do the first time they are listed. Plus decent pictures draw in potential bidders, and frankly, my pictures needed a bit of a boost!



Scrubs up pretty nice doesn't it?



The second time... SUCCESS!! And the buyer paid up his £621.00, then sent someone to collect it! But, bear with me while I just remenice for a second...


I have had this little truck in my charge since it was about three or four years old, and it has been great. Much like the Escort van, it was my work truck. It was loaded (probably sometimes overloaded!) and driven almost every day at work, it towed trailers, it would get a big tank put in the back to transport heating fuel. it was driven hard and put away wet, and it never, EVER let me down! Not once in all the time I drove it at work did it break down. It had a 2.0 litre pinto engine in it, and a five speed transmission, and it was far quicker than it had any right to be! But I never really loved it. Driving it was great, but to look at it, not so much! Why? Well, I have a belief that pick ups should be blunt at the front, and the Sierra shape P100 clearly isn't! However, times have changed, and although I still believe that pick ups should be blunt at the front I have mellowed in my old age, and now look at the Sierra shape P100 as quite a cool looking car! The picture above shows it in full work mode, outside my workplace at the time, actually, it's kinda still my workplace now, but it's all very different now! Anyway, wanna know whats in it thats making it look so ,ow at the back? It's loaded with wire that has had all the insulation stripped off by hand to reveal just the bare copper! A great bonus was had that day! Anyway, when work closed I was made redundant, and as a bit of a bonus we were all alowed to take our vans with us! Undecided with what I wanted to do with my life back in the early part of this century I loaded my P100 up with some of my worldly possesions and fitted the passenger seat with my psychotic girlfriend...


Then pointed the nose of the P100 at Wales! I bought a house that was 'in need of modernisation' (if you ever see a house described as that have a really REALLY good look around it!) Then started my new life in Wales as some sort of home renavator, and cinema worker! Well, I had to do something to earn a few bob! After about a year my (then) girlfriend had revealed her self as a raving alcoholic, and complete all round nut-job to boot by firstly crashing the P100 on purpose into a bollard hence the black wing! Then to prove her point further she ripped through the house like a tornado smashing litterally everything including all of the crockery, some of the windows, and going as far to smash through some of the doors... It was like being in The Shining...


Except Jack Nicholson is possibly better looking and less terrifying!! Then just to underline how much of a lunartic she was(is) she then attacked me, leaving me with three fractured ribs! After that it was decided that she needed to go! One of my best friends who now lives abroad helped her to move out! I (bizarrely) was completely bummed out about all of this, and after about another six months or so I had finished my house, and was wondering what to do with my time. I then got offered a little job back home. Actually I wasn't offered it, it was a case of, 'I need some help, and you're it!' So...


The P100 was loaded up with some of my stuff, and I blasted down the M4 towards home. As I raced along the M4 I noticed three cameras on tripod on a bridge. I thought to myself, ha ha, I've got no front number plate so they can't catch me as I blezzed under them at what the speedo said was just over 110, oh I thought I was so clever and continued to laugh all the way until the next bridge came up! On that bridge there were no cameras, but there were three Police cars! I slowed right down and nonchalantly started to whistle to myself! Not that this helped, as I approached the bridge, the three Police cars started to move off... DAMN!! I'll bet they want to talk to me! I thought to myself. Sure enough they did, they joined the M4, then as I was driving along at just 65mph they boxed me in, and took me off into the services... Not for a cuppa and a slice of cake I might add! But here's where the story takes a strange twist, one that I've never worked out to this day, over 15 years later. They didn't seem all that interested in my speed, they were interested in who I was, where I was going to, and where I had come from. Also they were very interested in my P100. By chance I had my passport with me, so they looked at that, and my licence, they seemed happy with that too, but took down all the details from both. Then they gave my P100 a really thorough looking over, not in a MOT way, in a we're looking for something kind of way! It was odd, but after all that, which took about 20 mins, then they wanted to talk about my speed! They showed me the film from the bridge, and told me that they were not happy with my land speed record attempt of 117mph! But then they said that they couldn't do anything about it as I had no front numberplate, and without that it would be hard to prove it was me who was speeding, even though clearly the pick up in the image has a black wing on the front, and the bike etc in the back! So I said, er, so you're letting me go? They said, yes, they had to! So then I asked them if I could get a copy of the film, because nobody would believe that my P100 would get to 117mph! To which the Policemen said, certainly, just sign here admitting that is you in the film and a copy is all yours!! I said, erm... No thanks! I got in my P100, and slowly drove away! But you know what, to this day I don't know what that was all about, but there were loads of other commercial vehicles in the service area, and they were all getting a good looking over. I can only guess that they were looking for something, or even someone, and luckily for me, it wasn't me. I genuinely thought that I was going to be on foot patrol for atleast a year for that, but I just got a telling off! Very strange, but it obviously worked, over fifteen years later, and I still don't do speeding! Anyway, I digress, I carried on using it up until 2011. I stopped using it originally because by then I was cruising around in my V8 Tata pick up, but I always intended to get this P100 back on the road, obviously this was never going to happen, and with the loss of storage space, it was up for grabs, and before long the P100 set sail for pastures new...


Away it goes, will I miss it? Something that I've not driven in over 5 years. Well, possibly, as I loaded it up onto the transporter I thought to myself, what a great looking little pick up that is! Funny how your perception of stuff changes over time isn't it, especially after you've sold it to someone else. But, no doubt there wil be other pick ups, there might even be other P100's who knows, but I do wish the new owner well with it, and I like to think that I shall see it restored to its former glory at some point! But for now, I've still got the pictures to rememd me of the highs (and lows) I had with this thing!





Still no front plate...


Patina before patina was popular!


All things considered, it was a great place to work, and I miss it!

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