|Posted by Peter Douet on August 28, 2011 at 3:45 AM|
It is D-Day for the mighy Smurf- our faithfull friend is off to the big car scrap yard in the sky!With a handmade chassis lovingly grafted from a Massey Ferguson tractor cab and other chassis components that could best be described as - a little loose in fit; getting an MOT back in blighty was hopeful at best. More importantly in simple economic terms spending £1500 shipping a car back worth tuppence was hardly worth it.
The mighty smurf had a fitting end to her life with a great adventure, going down in a blaze of glory! She was however old and tired with the cancerous corrosion never really ceasing to consume her. Alas, it was time to employ a necessary application of that kindly method now used in a farewell to beloved and too aged dogs.
So pulling into Mo's Scrap Yard I turned off the ignition and within minutes the deconstruction had begun. With our SARS customs supervisor watching in bewilderment, the car that I had loved, repaired, serviced, cherished and driven flat out on just about every road surface imagineable was torn to pieces. For the next hour 'scrap yard Tommy', his wife, two unwieldly gas axemen and I could not destroy it quickly enough. The doors were removed, windows smashed out, fuel drained, driveshaft removed and after some persuasion with oxy acetylene torches we pulled the smurf into two - literally.
Thankfully there is a video that our Cloggy friends Ralph and Martijn made and as you can imagine they were on hand for good banter as well as bagging a couple of trophy pieces of the legendary Smurf. With the customs supervisor satisfied we hopped in a taxi - our work done. That was the end of a faithfull friend and a wonderful truck with many happy memories and unlike our contemporaries; the old girl had never actually broken down and had always got us to our destination, even this one.