"Hello, it's ParcelForce."
Ah, good. A parcel with a corner that absolutely, definitely has not been dropped, no way. Fortunately the alternator was very well packed and therefore survived this needless abuse.
By a curious twist of fate, "Needless abuse" is pretty much what I'd say the MGF did to my arm trying to fit the bloody thing. I look like I've been savaged by a Scottish Wildcat. Not even a Scottish One. A Glaswegian one. That you just spilled the pint (of milk) of.
First, warm up the working area. This thing is AWESOME.
I really hate the access on these, particularly the alternator which has 'things' in the way of spanners in every direction.
On the plus side, it sounds fantastic, smooth, quiet but with a nice buzz when you put your foot down. It goes well, too - but the front end is twitchy as anything, stupidly responsive (almost overly so) and a bit wandery.
It doesn't look too bad really, and it does have a mohair roof with glass rear window installed.
At least, until you see this sill. The other side isn't bad, fortunately.
So right now, I'm close to having TWO two-seater open-topped cars, with another on the way on Saturday...
And the 300C comes into the garage. The big beast has only done 27.000 miles and I'm hardly using it, but paying for it and tax, etc. - the settlement on it is substantially less than these are being advertised for, so off with the private plate and onto eBay/Gumtree/whatever. After claybar and wax, and a quick interior wipe over (it is almost 9 years old, having been built mid 2006).