Post by snoopy11 on Aug 19, 2013 20:42:30 GMT
The story to get to tatton at the weekend was quite honestly a path of pain.
A week ago I noticed that the car looked a little wrong. It had a bit of a list to one side. After a bit of swearing and a phone call Mr P had unwittingly volunteered to come over and help me strip it all down. The rear near side displacer had gone.
During the strip down we managed to shear a bolt in the aluminium mounting plate. Fortunately Mr P had one kicking around the garage to replace it with.
Now anyone who knows Chris will also know he has a habit of finding rust. He managed to do this on my car by picking at a small scabby bit and managed to turn it into a big hole. This necessitated a drive to my dads to pick up the welder and a plate to bung it up with. That was Sunday.
Monday was spent with a tin of sealer and underseal to tart things up. That was it until the weekend due to work commitments.
The following Saturday was a trip to Preston to meet Tony to collect a new displacer.
This was fitted on Sunday afternoon.
Monday I pumped it back up.
Tuesday quick test drive. All was ok for about ten miles. Just as I turned back into our street there was a bang and a hiss. The off side rear displacer had gone. (This created more of that swearing thing)
Thursday after work I stripped it down again.
Friday daytime my dad went to Blackpool to meet Tony for another unit. This was fitted on Friday night and pumped up. This time the test drive went ok.
On the Saturday it was the intention to give the car a good clean. That was scuppered by me finding a crack in a tyre wall. To be fair I had been a bit of a skinflint when I put it back on the road and left the tyres on that it came with. A set of tyres later and an empty wallet the car got a wash for Tatton.
A week ago I noticed that the car looked a little wrong. It had a bit of a list to one side. After a bit of swearing and a phone call Mr P had unwittingly volunteered to come over and help me strip it all down. The rear near side displacer had gone.
During the strip down we managed to shear a bolt in the aluminium mounting plate. Fortunately Mr P had one kicking around the garage to replace it with.
Now anyone who knows Chris will also know he has a habit of finding rust. He managed to do this on my car by picking at a small scabby bit and managed to turn it into a big hole. This necessitated a drive to my dads to pick up the welder and a plate to bung it up with. That was Sunday.
Monday was spent with a tin of sealer and underseal to tart things up. That was it until the weekend due to work commitments.
The following Saturday was a trip to Preston to meet Tony to collect a new displacer.
This was fitted on Sunday afternoon.
Monday I pumped it back up.
Tuesday quick test drive. All was ok for about ten miles. Just as I turned back into our street there was a bang and a hiss. The off side rear displacer had gone. (This created more of that swearing thing)
Thursday after work I stripped it down again.
Friday daytime my dad went to Blackpool to meet Tony for another unit. This was fitted on Friday night and pumped up. This time the test drive went ok.
On the Saturday it was the intention to give the car a good clean. That was scuppered by me finding a crack in a tyre wall. To be fair I had been a bit of a skinflint when I put it back on the road and left the tyres on that it came with. A set of tyres later and an empty wallet the car got a wash for Tatton.