Chugging up the Col de Guéry, around the hairpins and out of the pine forests into the rain, the light came on, the dreaded one: low coolant. Though I didn’t exactly break out in a cold sweat, the thought did flash through my mind that I’d been too ambitious taking the ZS on the longest trip of its life and that I’d been a fool to bring something that wasn’t up to the job. Finding the nearest safe place to pull in and lift the bonnet, we came to a safe halt on the banks of a lake.
Admittedly, the preparation had been minimal with little other than a cursory check-over to make sure the brakes, tyres and, yes, fluids were all in order. There were the usual rituals when it comes to heading to France such as picking up a warning triangle, a hi-vis. vest, bulb kit and headlamp deflectors. On that latter point, I struggled to find information on where exactly they’re meant to be positioned on a facelifted ZS but a quick trip to a local garage, and a session with the headlight focusing machine, confirmed the whisperings
