Well it was inevitable that once we bought the Jimny that the SJ would have to go. So the other week it disappeared off to a new home. Having been much loved and served us well the departure was a sad moment. Here are some final pictures......
If you own a Jimny and off-road it then you will have found that on winter afternoons in a muddy wood it is difficult to see any of your recovery kit that is thrown in the back. Whilst visiting the local caravan shop for a couple I number plate lights I found just the answer.....
So the beginning of November saw the second outing of the Jimny, this time to Oxley's Shaw. This site is a small wooded site just to the west of Reading. The event was part of the the normal monthly calendar of events that TV4x4 operate but with the addition of fund raising for the BBC Children in Need appeal.
The site has developed over the past few years with a number of man-made hazards that have become increasingly difficult as the sandy soil gets churned by successive vehicles.
The event was a "Punch Challenge" that meant participants had to collect punches hidden around the site. Being a charity event the punches were particularly difficult to get to in order to raise "penalty" money for the charity.
As the Jimny is second hand it has a history before I owned it. This section shows the history as I know it, if you have anything further you can add then let me know.
16th June 2003
The Jimny was purchased new on 16th June 2003 - the registration number SC03 suggests that it was registered in Glasgow. However the supplying dealer stamp is KAP Suzuki in Yorkshire - but is undated.
What could be more harmless than an afternoons Green Laning on a warm October afternoon, partcularly as all the local lanes have been surfaced?
Well all except one and we went alone and we got seriously stuck!Â This tiny lane http://www.streetmap.co.uk/streetmap.dll?G2M?X=470345&Y=165350&A=Y&Z=3 which is only a few hundred yards long has a "wet" section on a 90 degree bend - a wet section that hid a mud pit. We drove in thinking it was just a wet part of the track, lulled into a false sense of security by the simple surfaced lanes we had been along.