Right as Ive been a bit quiet at work today I decided to volunteer my services as cheif car-droppperer-off person and take the opportunity to drive some non-Griffin cars.
So as with those ropey swingers parties it was dip the hand in the box time and see what keys came out. Unfortunately unlike those said parties rather than getting the middle aged bored housewife with the sagging boobs yet accelerated sex drive I got a Toyota Rav-4....wooo guys calm down.
So with that I done my best John Wayne walk and strolled on out to find my trusty steed.......after looking at the car I positively sprinted back inside to find a white T-shirt and with a black magic marker scribbled "Im not gay" on the front and "or a hairdresser" on the back.
Once done I jumped in and was instantly impressed with the acres and acres of real Japaneese plastic, clearly Jordans implants had been used as inspiration for the interior, and her personality used as inpiration for the interior colour scheme.
First things first, lets find the 4x4 controls, now where the active diff controls and diff locks.....slightly puzzled at the lack of switches I leaned out and peeked underneath......holy potato batman someones stole the diffs......it was then pointed out that the car never had any.....truly I was starting to wonder if the little Japanese Rav 4 project manager should really be cutting back on his crack use as clearly its affecting his work.
So all settled in we departed on our 8mile test drive route, not before tuning in the stereo and getting some Billie Jean blaring......well rasping clearly the £4.50 stereo budget had went far.
As most of the test drive route was on back roads it wasnt long before I came across the Rav;s first main drive problem.....that will be staying in the seat, one 20mph corner later and I was lolling around the passenger foot well curious as to where I was or why.....key note always use a seat belt in a Rav, unless of course you find the passenger attractive then off course its fair game and atleast youll have an excuses for splaying yourself ontop of them "sorry luv its a Rav".
Thus strapped back in it was time for take 2 and of we sped with the wind in our hair......well we did a leisurely cruise down the road I am sure though the speedo designer was having a laugh putting the redline at 6,500rpm as the sodding thing was revving its ickle nuts off at 4,500rpm. Although being deathly slow for a 1.6 I thought at the time its not too bad once upto speed....this was until I returned to base and found out it was a 2.0.....so to rethink that one, it may be slow but it is really good as a paperweight.
By this time Billy Jeane was finsihed and we were now onto Kid rock.
We were now in the centre of town and in all honesty I was starting to find the clutch rather heavy and really it was starting to get annoying to use......I did however come up with an ingenious solution to cut this problem in half....I only used the clutch when coming back down the box, vast improvement, I may suggest it to the Rav4-owners club.
Unfortnately (or thankful) I reached my destination and my trip in the Rav was over. I did however find one redeeming feature of this particular Rav which was its 1/2 tank of petrol, and it did have the optional side steps fitted so atleast its scrap value was increased.
Pictures not of the actual vehicle although someones made this one worse by speccing an auto box: