So here's the latest update from Fraud Garages...
The Doloshite purchase meant that one of my other cars needed to go, due to my self-imposed fleet size limit of five cars.
A normal person would have tried to sell one of the two obsolete pieces of Dutch shite that have been festering in the workshop for several months. But I am not a normal person, so I elected to sell the nicest and most reliable of my cars, my Rover R8, which found a caring new home within a matter of days.
With the Loopoo and the ScAAB performing their duties with exceptional reliability, I was able to spend some time on my delightful* classic* Triumph.
My first task was to get the thing running properly, because it was drinking more than Ollie Reed and smoking more than Bob Marley :
Thankfully, Leyland was kind enough to put the tuning specs on a handy underbonnet sticker. That's what I call a quality* automobile !
So I did a bit of this...
...and a bit of that...
...and ended up having to dismantle, clean and rebuild the carb and linkages before the thing would run as BL intended.
I then turned my attention to the electrics. The first problem was the temperature gauge, which was not working. I started with the obvious, a new sender, but that didn't make any difference.
So I took my multimeter out and started checking things in more detail. I was shocked to find that the high-tech voltage regulator that Clive had put together was borked, providing a constant 4v to the instruments (instead of the required 10v). ALL MODERN REGULATORZ R SHIT.
So the crappy little transistor went in the bin, and was replaced by this Junkman-approved, pre-1986 item :
Free from any unsuitable, modern components, ye olde Lucas smoke-filled electric system was happy again...
...with the exception of the front offside indicator, which wasn't working.
What began as a five minute job ended up taking a whole hour, as whoever had last worked on the front light wiring had little regard for safety and a fetish for twisted wires and red electric tape.
I eventually got everything working, and went for a much-deserved drive around the local
test track business park...
...which reminded me why I bother with hopeless, ancient shitters : because they're so much fun !