If you think looking for a village pub is hard work these days, try finding a village garage.
Although some are thriving and valued by their customers, you don’t have to go far to find others that have closed, either forced out of business by rising costs and changing consumer habits, or encouraged to do so by property developers waving a blank cheque.
One such garage is fighting back. Called The Motor Garage, it’s in the Wiltshire village of Netheravon, once home to a bustling wartime RAF base but now the kind of place commuters prize for its quiet living and easy access to major centres.
I found it by chance when, driving along the A345 Salisbury to Marlborough road, I saw an old 1930s Morris Cowley pick-up advertising its presence. The business had clearly gone to some trouble to promote itself, so I thought I’d take a look... Fast forward a few weeks and I’ve returned to The Motor Garage, this time with photographer Jed, to meet its visionary owner and dedicated staff but, even more excitingly, its supporters and customers whose cars represent some of the key decades during which the business operated under its previous owners, beginning in the early 1920s.
James Russell, its current owner, has taken the day off from his job as a leading City solicitor (“I must be the only MOT test station-qualified lawyer,” he tells me) to show me around and introduce me to the staff that are crucial to its success. They’re having a barbecue later to celebrate their youngest technician, born and bred in Netheravon, passing his technical exams to become a fully qualified mechanic.
It’s not all been burgers and ketchup, though. James and his father bought the garage in 2013 after it closed, following a long period of decline. It might have been bulldozed to make way for more executive homes, but the owner was determined to sell it to someone dedicated to reopening it and making it a success.
As a committed car nut – he restored his first car at 15 and while at university took evening classes in welding and fabrication – James was the obvious choice. His vision was of a garage servicing and repairing all cars, classics as well as modern, and serving as much of the local community as possible.
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Nostalgia
My dad used to run a small, rural garage in the Yorkshire Dales and I spent an idyllic childhood with him, working on BMC/BL, Ford and Vauxhalls, in addition to many French things that only he seemed to be able to understand.
Things started to go downhill when electronic management systems proliferated and he struggled to afford the expensive equipment needed to diagnose and maintain such cars.
Yes, old-fashioned mechanicing could diagnose many problems that the system couldn't but the main problem was with the customers, who simply didn't trust him to look at their modern machinary. Most took their new cars back to the dealers to be robbed blind for simply plugging it into a computer.
I absolutely applaud this enterprise and the local garage can indeed be the focal point of a rural community, but it is nothing more than a vanity project for a well-heeled car enthusiast.
That Bloke
What a sad person.Just to remind him that a company with the initials AA already come to your location to fix your car,so where have you been.
You must be a great team member at the local pub trivia night.
I wish the people every
I wish the people every success, but obviously it's a fairly short-term thing. In 15 years, all cars will be electric (yes, they will, not even hybrids), and many will be leased - as they'll be too expensive to purchase. There will be roving engineers who will come to you, in your driveway, to fix the problem. Garages will go the way that estate agents will in just five years from now, as will much of the High Street - all online. That's all going to be fine and dandy until something happens in the upper atmospheric edge of space (like a huge solar flare - just a matter of time) and knocks out a few satellites, then the net will crash. Far too much has been invested in online NOW, and it will only get 'worse'.
Rosey, isn't it?