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That would be very devious and rather underhand wouldn't it! 😉

Absolutely. I "wasn't ready" for an old man's automatic when I went to look at a Mk2 IS. I drove a 220d first, and was sorely tempted to buy one but the salesman sent me out in an auto 250 SE-L just in case. To paraphrase Victor Kiam, I liked it so much, I bought it. It's just such a smooth, relaxed and fuss-free drive. The first time I took it from Peterborough round the M25 to Maidstone, I knew I'd made the right decision. Try one, you'll like it.

I still can't see anything online about this recall, but I've just had a message from MyLexus saying that I need to take it in.

If as you say it could have been a critter, should you have said "it'th a mothtery"?

I'm expecting that it is a very short video.

Added to Amazon wishlist! I have to say that I found the HUD in the Peugeot 3008 which my current wife had a few years ago bloody marvellous. I feel the need for one of these devices....

Ah ok. Similar to Hybrid Assistant then.

+1 - this looks interesting.

Fingers crossed! I was given the opportunity to have my aircon re-gassed for £35 while the recall was done which I declined as it seems fine at the moment. It'll be just my luck that we have a heatwave and my aircon starts to peter out just after the pump issue is fixed.

All booked in for the 31st. I'm hoping I'll get an LC as a courtesy car this time.

At current rates of driving it will take me two months to get down to a quarter of a tank. This could mean a spirited drive to Leicester at the end of the month 🙂 I just checked for recall info on the Lexus site and it has my car down as an '02 IS200. Hmm. That was a long time ago. I've looked online and can't see any IS300h recalls mentioned yet so I'm not sure which years are affected.

I've just had a recall notice for a fuel pump issue. "Please note that due to the nature of the repair, we would kindly request that, where possible, your vehicle is presented to the Lexus Centre with no more than a quarter of a tank of fuel." I HAVE JUST FILLED THE BUGGER UP!

Is this similar to the resurgence of vinyl?

You are a legend @Jayw13702 - is there anything you cannot do? 🙂

Your comment John reminded me of this tale. Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Then I'll begin. Many moons ago, I was doing a spot of IT contracting for Boots at their Head Office in Nottingham. Back in those days, the site occupied by Boots was the size of a small town. I don't know how many office buildings there were then, but quite often I was invited to meetings at the other end of the site and my colleagues and I could either take a 15 minute walk or wait for a shuttle bus. I think that since then much of the site has been turned into housing, but these things happen. I appear to have digressed slightly already. On my daily commute from Peterborough to Nottingham, via Stamford, Oakham and Melton Mowbray (but later I found that staying on the A1 and heading across via the A52 was quicker), I would often be stuck for something to listen to. Quite often the contents of the six CD autochanger would not inspire me so I would have to see what was on the radio. Being of an age, Radio 1's output just sounded like noise to me. It certainly wasn't what it was in my day, and I'm sure that many of you are nodding sagely now. I did try Classic FM and Radio 3 but sadly, despite having been a member of the school orchestra, classical music just didn't do it for me, and I wasn't ready - quite - for John Humphrys or Captain Peacock or whoever was doing the Breakfast Show on Radio 4. So Radio 2 it was. In those days, before Terry Wogan came on to delight housewives (and possibly some chaps too) up and down the nation, Sarah Kennedy hosted the Dawn Patrol. I must admit that I quite enjoyed her show before she went into a downward spiral of referring to guests as "prunes" and making ill-judged racist comments. One slot on her show which I did not particularly enjoy though was the regular Thought For The Day. Mostly, in Thought For The Day, Ms Kennedy was joined by a fairly innocuous member of the clergy who would give their thoughts on life, the Universe and everything. Sometimes it was Rabbi Lionel Blair (or am I getting confused with Mark and Lard?), who could be thought provoking on occasions. The times I dreaded though, was when the Reverend Roger Royle was invited along for a chat. I think it was his laugh and inane banter with the ex-Game For A Laugh host which annoyed me the most. I could even endure Radio 1 while he was on. It was that bad. It is time to wind the clock forward a few years, and to when I was in business with the Golfing Type I mentioned earlier. We were scheduled to attend an industry conference in Leicestershire - I can't recall where, but this is not vital to the tale. This is by the way, the same event which I took him to, and upon returning decided he needed a Lexus. So in the eyes and coffers of Lexus Leicester, this was a good thing. Following the conference, there was to be a dinner. Not a bad end to a day spent pressing the flesh and schmoosing I thought. However, news soon reached me of who the after-dinner speaker was going to be. Can anyone guess who it was yet? Well done anyone who suspected that it might be the Reverend Roger Royle. I was in a bad mood for weeks in advance of the conference. What had at first seemed to be a highly enjoyable event had now had the kybosh well and truly, and firmly, put on it. After the conference had ended, my colleague and I ended up in the bar, and guess who was standing right next to me? Yes, the Reverend himself. I generally make a point of not acknowledging celebrities. For instance I was staying at a hotel in Maidstone some years ago and when I looked up from my breakfast, I saw that Helen Lederer was sitting opposite me. She has the most fantastic eyes you know. I just gave her that "I know who you are, but I'm not going to make a fuss about it" look and got back to my sausage. I did wonder about berating the Reverend about his presenting style while I had the chance, but thought better of it. He soon left anyway, because dinner was imminent. I took my seat in the dining room with my colleague and waited for the starter to arrive. At the conclusion of what was, in my opinion, a rather fine meal, the main event came. I was not looking forward to it one bit, I can tell you all. Some chappie stood up and made us be silent for the evening's speaker. Silence rapidly ensued. For the next 45 minutes, I was totally rapt and hanging on every word which came out of the Reverend's mouth. To say that he was the most entertaining speaker I have ever witnessed would be very fair. It just goes to show that books should not be judged by their cover, or clergymen by their appearances on radio.

I shall keep my mincers peeled for you!

Have I told my Roger Royle anecdote yet?

True, but to be fair John, it did sound like he had some serious artillery on board!

Me neither.

The little tinker! Fancy wrapping it and forgetting to tell the DVLA...

I think it was a C63 Merc but I'll bow to the judgement of others. They're quite popular round these parts with Asian lads who wrap them in all manner of matt or shiny finishes.

I think the furthest I've ever been down this path is attaching a piece of cardboard to the frame of my Raleigh Chopper (purple...) with a clothes peg so it sounded like a 500cc Superbike as I rode it, and cutting out a piece of paper from Autocar with "Turbo" on it and sticking it in the back screen of my mum's Suzuki SC100.

If you want a story about detailing, try this https://www.detailingworld.co.uk/forum/showthread.php?t=81391 epic. The best bit, which I can't find at the moment, is when the author announced that he and his friends were going to have pizza to celebrate the completion of the job. Some wag replied asking if they'd send the pizza back if it wasn't to the exact required thickness.

I have the ATF indicator on my IS300h.

Many years ago, I was in business with a gentleman who liked to play golf. Finding out as a non-player, that someone likes golf is always traumatic, as you're likely to be subjected to one-sided conversations featuring the words "putt", "wedge", "par", "oooh!", "four ball betterball", "oh good shot Sir" etc, even though the look on your face makes it obvious to the teller that you're not at all interested. Anyway, I digress. This chap had a Rover 75 estate or the MG equivalent as he needed to get his weapons of boredom (his golf bats) into the boot. I took him to a meeting in my IS200 and after that he had to have a Lexus. Of course his choices were "limited" regarding getting the boredom implements into the boot so he ended up having to have an RX300. Many months were then spent asking if my car did this (powered tailgate) or that (air conditioned seats) or the other (moving steering wheel). Of course, it being an IS200, it didn't but this game of oneupmanship never seemed to tire him. Much like his endless anectodes about golf. It was on a trip to a factory somewhere up north that he really did reach my limit. Even though he had Sat Nav in his RX, he always insisted on taking his bloody Tom Tom everywhere because it was the finest sat nav in its class and nothing could touch its navigating abilities. After the 398th telling of the "Oh the Lexus sat nav is rubbish and always gets the predicted time to destination wrong" story, I lost my cool and asked him if he'd ever bothered to set it up properly. He admitted that he hadn't, and at the next stop, I set all the road speeds and preferences correctly. Oddly enough, the car's sat nav agreed with the Tom Tom after that. The man was, and probably still is, an utter idiot.