Wallet-watch, week 4

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Wow, it's been nearly a month since the previous post. Didn't realise I'd let it slide that long. So... what gives in the world of the Zed? Well, I'm still driving it really gently. At least, I am on the commute. And I'm still getting 25mpg out of it — when I don't spend a week on the bus, that is.

Sounds depressing, doesn't it? Well, it is a bit. But, on the up-side, I reckon I'm almost going to halve my monthly fuel costs by the end of the second month of ownership. The first month cost about £260 in fuel. This month, I'm looking at a projected £150. That includes a week and a half of commuting by bus, which has the positive side effect of getting me some exercise (3-4 miles walking each day). I'm also cutting costs elsewhere quite successfully too (no more lattes for me!). With any luck, once I've spent enough time evaluating my cash flow, I should be able to get back to hooning with a relatively clear (financial) conscience. More than that, I'll be free to splash out on the new tyres and brakes. :)

Only one down-side remains: it's looking like the trip to the Nürburgring is off for this year. If I can afford just one trackday, I don't want my first track-based outing to be on an unfamiliar, undulating circuit with tight crash barriers. It's a recipe for disaster. Instead, I suspect I'll stump up for a trip to Bedford Autodrome. I might still go to the Ring, but it'll be purely as a reconnaissance mission.

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