Team Shaguar in the Jaguar 'yeh baby'
Drive to Barcelona in 3 days in a car worth less than £200. Sounds like a laugh, so why not?
Our first job after signing up for the rally was to find a suitable car. Two days later sitting on my drive is a 1993 Jaguar XJ6 4.0 litre with more problems than Kate Moss and Pete Doherty combined.
A bargain at £150 but lots of work to be done before 7th September. Though, with nearly a year to do it all in, we couldn't see it being a problem.
- Rewire fuel pump
- Fix overheating problem
- Stop the car cutting out
- Fix kickdown fault
- Fix oil pressure fault
- Fix heater (only blowing out hot air)
- Sort out coolant leak
- Sort out faulty abs
- Sort out paint job
So by Friday 1st September 2006 all the work is done, NOT. The fuel pump has been rewired and the all important CD player is fitted, and that's it.
To the paint job then. At 10pm we decided to mask the car and paint the red and blue, Saturday morning the white, leaving Sunday for the graphics and trying to explain to the neighbours that the eyesore in their street won't be around for much longer, so no need to claim a refund on the council tax!

Thursday 7th September:
Check list:
- Car - check ( although it's not exactly had the time spent on the mechanics that perhaps it should have had)
- Insurance Docs. - check
- MOT Cert. - check
- Driving License - oops, forgot I'd lost it, oh well
- Luggage - check (we are staying for a month, yes? Er, no, a week)
- Team Mates - oops, one missing
- Passports - check (after emptying the bag four times)
So, here we go then? No, not exactly. The Shag decided to cry before she left Evesham. A quick top up with water and a pit-stop at Halfords for the Radweld and we're off.
Day One:
On our arrival at the Ibis Hotel, in full fancy dress, we had a chance to chat to some of the other competitors and check out their rides. Who knows what the locals must have thought. I imagine they were pleased as we drove away from their hotel.
We had decided to drive the distance to Nantes off the toll-roads, but nearly three hours and 100km into the journey we had a change of heart. Maybe it was the smell of petrol (worse on winding roads) or perhaps it was withdrawal from beer, who knows?!
Several hours later, and with the oil light being on in The Shaguar for the past 200km, we arrived in Nantes. Our luck was in as we immediately picked up signs for the Ibis Hotel. Fighting through the traffic was a nightmare as The Shag kept cutting out at the most awkward moments (yes, in hindsight we should have fixed this problem), but we were happy and excited as we went to the reception to check ourselves in for the evening - happy at the thought of no more driving until the morning.
We had anticipated a language problem as between us 'bonjour' was about all the French we knew and our Spanish phrase book wasn't going to be of much use yet. But no, the receptionist managed in very good English to explain to us that we had arrived at the wrong part of Nantes and if we travel back through the traffic for about an hour we should find the correct Ibis Hotel. SHIT!!!!
We eventually met in the bar of the right hotel to exchange stories of the day and to get some beer to top up the alcohol system, which, by now, had far too much blood in it for my liking.
A heavy night on the town starting with a respectable steak and chips with Leighton and Mark (The Capri Boys) ended in a not so respectable bar with Little John (The Alcaneers) and a very drunk and epic journey to find the hotel again.
Day Two:
Wow, what a hangover and judging by the green faces of most teams in reception I speak for us all.
The teams left Nantes at pretty much the same time, all those that didn't need to do some minor repairs that is. The Shaguar had decided to leak again so we had a half hour session looking over the car and set off, puzzled by the one Euro coin left under our wiper. Turns out a loving couple had taken The Shaguar too literally and christened the bonnet in the early hours of the morning. Cheers for the room rent, people.
Today the oil light stayed on and was joined by the engine management light and occasionally the gearbox management light; can't be serious can it??
A steady ride to Toulouse today and more ham and cheese baguettes and tea with no milk. More truckers giving us appreciative air horns and cars with staring passengers wondering what the stupid Brits are getting up to now.
Thanks to The Ghostbusters and TomTom for guiding us direct to the hotel in Toulouse, no repeat of Nantes for us today!
A repeat of Nantes was to be had regarding going out, with only one word needed to describe the town - WOMEN, 'nuff said.
Day Three:
Words cannot do Day Three justice. Although, carnage maybe comes close.
We leave Toulouse and meet at the nearest services, by now swapping bumper rubber has caught on. After the photo opportunity we set off in convoy, stopping at the tolls to test the strength of each others bumpers. Sorry about the number plate Mark we didn't mean to push The Alcaneers that hard, honest.
What the locals must have thought God only knows. A fleet of painted bangers from the UK throwing drinks, crisps, yoghurt and TicTacs at each other, passing around the same porn mag, taking photos from various positions outside of the cars, flashing arses and the now infamous Henry trying to take us out on a roundabout (cheers dude, glad our car was twice the weight of yours).
Our next quick stop is at the foot of the mountains to check the cars and for The Alcaneers to test the air horns again and again and again and again - for fucks sake turn the things off.
As we leave the parking area in a cloud of dust, Henry side swipes the wing mirror off The Shaguar, which then decides that gear changing is a bad idea so gets stuck in 2'. After a brief panic and a restart The Shaguar carries on fine. A few miles down the road we come across a row of bangers parked up due to the premature end of the Renault Safrane.
Revenge is sweet as I side-swipe The Alcaneers Cavalier changing the crude lines that Vauxhall intended for the Cay. Oops, our red white and blue Jaguar now has a streak of orange down the drivers side.
We stay there for a while watching as teams try to start the 'terminally' dead Safrane and The Capri Boys, with the help of a hacksaw and big hammer, cut open the Capri in an attempt to get some air to the engine bay.
Off we go again, driving up the mountains on some of the most spectacular roads and the most amazing scenery you could ever see. And we saw a lot of it at the speed The Shaguar was going, the engine had gone into 'safe' mode and would change gear at 2,000 revs meaning uphill she was slow, very slow.
In Andorra we stop for a bite to eat at a hillside restaurant, eventually getting egg and chips, ordering by sign language and what looked like the Birdie Song. On we went towards Spain but not before leaving The Montego Boys a present of a bonnet full of horse manure, which, with the help of the wind, ended up inside the car, sorry!!
Also an apology to the Saab driver we nearly wiped out forgetting they drive on the wrong side of the road over there.
On the journey back down the mountains all was well except for the brake pad warning light joining the rest of our dashboard lighting display, and the Scottish crew in their Shitreon XM reversing into us with the suspension raised. The grill is only cosmetic but we liked it the way it was. We'll get you back next year, boys.
We make it to Barcelona. Again by following the TomTom of The Ghostbusters we, with the odd detour, make it to the hotel.
That evening we have the Award Ceremony. WE WON!!! Sorry, was that loud enough? WE WON, with The Alcaneers second and The Capri Boys third, all well deserved I might add.
After a brief 'dip' in the pool and a quick change, the beers started flowing and flowing and flowing. Some of us, er, I mean other teams, were making trips to the car park to sabotage other teams cars. Bumpers and wing mirrors went missing amongst other memorabilia. Then Henry, taking the word 'banger' a bit too literally went into the car park and the rest is Barcelona Bangers history!! But I believe Mark's car was still driveable, which is more that can be said for the Cavalier and Montego.

We stayed in Barcelona for another week with Henry, lounged by the pool, went karting (enthusiastically), went to see Barcelona play at the Nou Camp, amazing stadium, and generally went out and drank far too much beer.
Had a good week, met some great people and are looking forward to the 2007 Event.

