Sometimes, buying another car rather than finishing the one you’re working on can pay dividends. Adam Boodle’s family Square is a case in point. Words and pics Jimbo Wallace.
Forget supercar crash videos or the spectacle of a hideous aftermarket body kit bolted onto a modern classic, the one sight guaranteed to make the steeliest petrolhead recoil in horror has to be the yellow glow of a “check engine” light. Gut-churning it may be but the surface-level indicators of a complex diagnostic system are preferable to the potentially engine-crippling faults to which they’re pointing.