Despite what you might think, given the rare, blissful, early spring sunny days we have been blessed with so far this year, the beginning of my 2025 car season has been a shambles. I am three down on my fleet and it wouldn’t be entirely honest of me to pretend this has not dampened my mood considerably. Indeed Dan and Andrew had to coax this article out of me with a lot of gentle encouragement, so deep into my pit of self-inflicted car despair did I find myself. I simply assured them I had run out of words.
But I know that more than a few of you will relate. Car ownership often comes with its tribulations, and here at Ti we don’t shy away from the truth. So, I vow hereon to report back to you in sickness and in health.
The first to blame for the dark cloud now following me about the place is my Mazda RX-7. The high of owning one of my dream cars could only mean that the fall would hurt that much more when, inevitably, something went wrong – and wrong it has duly gone.
