July 26th 1971 married my late Wife. Priorities, came back from honeymoon 1st August to collect brand new 'K' plate car. Drove back to home I had just purchased, swung the new car onto the drive ..... and took out the nearside on a gate post Previous car had been a Mini Clubman so narrower. One of the quickest ever returns to dealer for repairs
Following day the gates and the offending posts were unceremoniously torn out
As for caning, some teachers were sadistic b...... whereas physical punishment was never used at home. Father was a Methodist preacher and one look from his fierce eye was enough to quell any unrest
I reversed into a tree dong a three(5) point turn on a narrow (really road when my father was teaching me to drive. No real damage other than to my pride but it convinced me to buy my own car (Morris Minor for £30 !) as soon as I passed my test rather than borrow his.
I did go through this one thoroughly before we bought it. It's in far better nick than the blue one, which really is starting to fade away quite badly. Plenty of service history, no significant rust and a fair bit newer, so it does actually make a bit of sense. The blue one's got plenty of MoT test left on it, so it should sell for a small sum.
You will be surprised (Nay - amazed!) to find out that I sold the blue Matiz for actual cash. Not a huge amount, but it's sold.
MrsP wanted her über-radio fitting into the green one, so I spent some time on that on Sunday. It's re-assuring to know that Mr Bodger is still alive and well and equipped with insulating tape and chocolate blocks. It would have been easier just to have done the job properly in the first place.
And, I finally got to the bottom of why it's been changed. It's got an OBDII socket. This means that the "box" supplied by Directline to monitor Twin 2's driving can be fitted, thus maintaining the discounted insurance. Well, dear, why not just say so in the first place? Twin 2 has now gone to university until Christmas, without a car.
I think hiding in the garage with the Wolseley is much simpler.
The old and the new - a lady is on the train from Galashiels as I speak to collect Bluebell and take her off north.
The green one has been named Shamrock and is (so far) behaving herself. This means that I am deeply and profoundly suspicious.......
In other news, I have been committing crimes against motorcycling by welding flanges onto down pipes for AJS scooters. 14 so far and a stack more to come. In my defence I have to say that I was threatened with money, so what could I do? Ady (being a "proper" biker) will go nuts when he finds out.
Aha - that was just a splash of water from when I topped up the washer bottle. Anyway, it's gone. I got a phone call 10 minutes later from Jackie. I answered it (Thinking "Oh no...."), but she just wanted to know how to open the petrol flap. Phew.
It begins....... Alex pinched it for his last couple of weeks at Uni. Came back saying it wasn't pulling very well. He was quite right - you could hear the beat in the exhaust note at idle quite clearly. Plenty of sparks, lots of compression. Pulled the plugs - number one still looked brand new, whilst the other two had a nice biscuity look to them. Hmm. Run car with number one plug removed. No smell of petrol, no moisture being blown out of the spark plug hole, so that'll be an injector then. As luck would have it, I have some spare injectors (Remember that orange one? I kept a few bits and pieces.). This is theoretically very simple - remove two bolts, pull out fuel rail, pull out injector and reverse the process. It took two hours due to the usual access issues.
Anyway, it goes like stink again. MrsP seems quite pleased.