After a solid day’s DYI’ing, we decide to walk down the road for some ice-cream. Around the corner I spot what looks like an old white Ford Escort. It seems to be in very good condition, and I wander up to it to investigate the make and model.
The warrant has expired. The registration, also expired, reads “1986 Mazda Bongo”. Now, I’m no expert on cars, but I do know that this one is most certainly not a Mazda Bongo.
The number plate on the car is an original white on black, and does not match the number in the registration.
My guess is that it would be a late 60s, early 70s model. Beau conjectures probably a Vauxhall Viva.
Something is not right here. The vehicle looks to be in very good condition, and there is no obvious reason why it wouldn’t have a warrant. It is also a classic. I don’t know what it would be worth, but I’d guess easily twice that of an ’86 Bongo.
“Perhaps, they put the wrong registration tab in by mistake”, I ponder out loud.
“No something’s definitely dodgy”, says Beau.
Whoever owns this classic car, has taken good care of it. So, it seems strange that they would keep it parked on the street unregistered and unwarranted, inviting the possibility of $100s of fines.
Maybe the car is stolen. But that makes no sense. Why would the thief replace the registration with a newer, distinctive model, but keep the original number plates? And why keep such a distinctive looking car on the street for all to see?
I feel I should take some sort of action, but am unsure what. I could call the council, and get the vehicle towed. But that seems harsh. There might be a legitimate explanation, and the car is not inconveniencing me in any way.
Unsure of a resolution, we continue on for our ice-cream. Before long my thoughts turn to resurrecting Ol’ Mustard, electric vehicles, and the Obama presidency, and the white mystery car is soon forgotten.