SOTW: Rover Vitesse
From a time when people actually wanted to own a Rover
Shed has been dreaming of featuring an SD1 in its pages for months, but alas they seem rarer than a reliable Peugeot. So we have found this executive bad boy – the Rover 800.
Designed to be the spiritual successor to the SD1, the Rover 800 was (in the early 1990s) Britain’s best selling executive car and it was used by the boys in blue.
These cars were not just an executive run-around, but also quick, hence the take up by traffic coppers. Put one in the hands of Tony Pond, and with racing tyres and safety upgrades, the car lapped the Isle of Man's TT course at an average speed of over 100mph, a first for a road car.
Despite the speed, early 800s were notorious for poor build quality, and a facelift (codename: R17) in 1992 fixed the majority of the quality and build issues. But not all.
This didn't put off the 800's list of previous owners, including Neil Hamilton, Peter Mandelson, Clement Freud, Max Bygraves, Michael Parkinson and even Tony Blair. Oh, and Alan Partridge.
The example we found is a (just) post-facelift 800 Vitesse, which features a two litre turbocharged engine that pushes out 180bhp and 167lb ft. The Vitesse models featured half-leather Recaro seats, electric windows, ABS, electric mirrors, driver and passenger airbags, traction control and even an electric sunroof. Not bad when you think about it.
When new, it retailed at £19,695 and the one we have found is a mere £250 - 1.3% of the original cost of the car.
1992 ROVER VITESSE 2.0 TWIN CAM TURBO
Manual, 126,000 miles, ROVER VITESSE 2.0 Litre TWIN CAM, TURBO-CHARGED, RATED AT 200 BHP. 5 SPEED MANUAL. GOOD ENGINE, NO SMOKE. GOOD TURBO,GOOD GEARBOX. NO REAL PROBLEMS. NEW CLUTCH FITTED APPROX 5000 MILES AGO, CAM BELT FITTED APPROX 8000 MILES AGO MOT UNTIL MID SEPT, TAXED UNTIL END THIS MONTH. FITTED, AS STANDARD, RECARO HALF LEATHER SEATS, IN REASONABLE CONDITION. FACTORY FITTED UP-RATED SUSPENSION. E/WINDOWS E/SUNROOF, E/MIRRORS, 16INS ALLOYS. ETC. THE CAR DRIVES REALLY WELL, IF FACT GOES LIKE STINK, FOR A BIG CAR. BAD BITS: MINOR SCUFFS ON BODY AND BUMPERS, SMALL CRACK ON BOTTOM LEFT OF WINDSCREEN, REAR EXHAUST BOX BLOWING, AND WHEN DAMP OVERNIGHT, MISFIRES FOR ABOUT THE FIRST MILE OR SO, THEN IT IS FINE. THE PRIVATE PLATE IS INCLUDED IN THE SALE. I HAVE OWNED THIS CAR FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS AND IT HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN. IT USUALLY STARTS AT THE FIRST TURN OF THE KEY. IT IS BEING SOLD AS SPARES OR REPAIR, BUT IT WOULD BE SHAME TO BREAK IT AS IT REALLY GOES WELL. CAN BE SEEN RUNNING AND CAN BE DRIVEN IF NEEDED. ANY QUESTIONS PLEASE ASK. £250. ono (sic)
I think that stripped out and with the boost would up a bit it could be some seriously cheap power.
Think it was the half leather Recaros that excited me most!
Got to say that's very tempting bargain power. Sell the plate, car's free!
As for using an SD1 as shed of the week, yes they are rare, and an SD1 vitesse is probably a better car than the 800 in many ways - not least being the V8 and rwd. My Dad has one of the last SD1 vitesses and it is still a great car to drive, even if not all that fast comparatively these days. Sounds great and goes well. But if Dad chooses to sell his it should be well above shed price!
It strikes me as an awkward compromise between being too embarrassed about driving around in an L reg car, yet being too much of a cheapskate to spring out on anything more expensive than "DAZ 6928" - the worst of both worlds, so to speak.
And oh my is this a shed - misfiring, sold for "spares or repair", doesn't always start first time round... mind you, for £250 and then some haggling... how much of the 180bhp is still left?
[Michael shakes his head and sighs. He speaks with an impenetrable Geordie accent.]
Vandals, eh, Mr. Partridge? You know, it meks ya wunder what it's all aboot.
Vitesse is nice (av motorist spends more than this on MOT) but only if you need the room - much better to spend more and get undated looks and more power of the best Rover shed - Rover Coupe Turbo - the stuff I've left behind when they catch up (if they do!) look and just choke when they see the badge (lol).
[Michael shakes his head and sighs. He speaks with an impenetrable Geordie accent.]
Vandals, eh, Mr. Partridge? You know, it meks ya wunder what it's all aboot.
Michael: You know, what I reckon is, if they had themselves proper jobs, they wouldn’t be up to all this, you know, larking every night.
Alan: What?
Michael: What I’m saying is, like, if they had themselves proper jobs, you know, for them to go to, they wouldn’t do it. You know, a lot of them’s from broken homes.
Alan: I’m sorry, that was just a noise. All I got there was broken homes. And a broken home is not an excuse for evil. Look at you - do you go around drawing, I don’t know, peephole bras on the wall?
Michael: Aye, but it was different for me, like, cause, you know, I was in the army when I was seventeen.
Alan: Well there you go. They taught you a trade. Minor repairs.
Michael: Aye. That and killing.
Alan: Really?
Michael: Oh aye. I’ve seen some terrible things, mind.
Alan: What, like three men burning in a tank, going ‘uuurghhh’?
Michael: You wouldn’t want to know, Mr. Partridge.
Alan: I’ll be honest, I’m pretty curious. I mean, I’d basically like to understand man’s inhumanity to man… and then make a programme about it. Anyway, regarding the graffiti, if you could… kill that, then I’ll see you reet, me old fishy on a dishy.
Michael: I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll do, just like, a quick fix on it for now, and-
Alan: You’ve gone again!
[Michael shakes his head and sighs. He speaks with an impenetrable Geordie accent.]
Vandals, eh, Mr. Partridge? You know, it meks ya wunder what it's all aboot.
Michael: You know, what I reckon is, if they had themselves proper jobs, they wouldn’t be up to all this, you know, larking every night.
Alan: What?
Michael: What I’m saying is, like, if they had themselves proper jobs, you know, for them to go to, they wouldn’t do it. You know, a lot of them’s from broken homes.
Alan: I’m sorry, that was just a noise. All I got there was broken homes. And a broken home is not an excuse for evil. Look at you - do you go around drawing, I don’t know, peephole bras on the wall?
Michael: Aye, but it was different for me, like, cause, you know, I was in the army when I was seventeen.
Alan: Well there you go. They taught you a trade. Minor repairs.
Michael: Aye. That and killing.
Alan: Really?
Michael: Oh aye. I’ve seen some terrible things, mind.
Alan: What, like three men burning in a tank, going ‘uuurghhh’?
Michael: You wouldn’t want to know, Mr. Partridge.
Alan: I’ll be honest, I’m pretty curious. I mean, I’d basically like to understand man’s inhumanity to man… and then make a programme about it. Anyway, regarding the graffiti, if you could… kill that, then I’ll see you reet, me old fishy on a dishy.
Michael: I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll do, just like, a quick fix on it for now, and-
Alan: You’ve gone again!
"sorry thats just a noise "
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