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    Mally reacted to SiC in 1974 Dolomite Sprint   
    Finished the base of the A-Pillar. A lot of welding and even more grinding. Actually quite pleased how it's turned out, given my limited tools, experience and skills.

    Not many words apart from that, so I'll do a complete picture history of the job to see the transition.












    Next up is to finish a small section in the front wheel arch and bottom of the front wing. After that it's the B-Pillar and continue going backwards!
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    Mally reacted to Jalopyant in Auction of a fleet of old Shite! Evesham 7th March   
    Hello just joined the group. Just an update on the GS sold at the auction. Got the car up and running for the Citroën Car Club G rally back in September. Wasn't to rusty for a 40+ year old Citroën, need for small plates on passengers sill and plated the rear wing (will replace it properly at some point). Replaced the tyres, all the exhaust, rear bumper and one light, did the cam belts and a full service, a little fettling here and there and a polish, jobs a good'un. 


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    Mally reacted to Datsuncog in The grumpy thread   
    The Forester's slightly sticky and temperamental remote locking key finally gave up on Boxing Day morning, failing to unlock the car even after careful cleaning and installation of a new battery. Looks like the microswitch has gone in it.
    Not the grump.
    The car only came with one key, as per usual in Autoshite territory, but early plans to simply buy a new spare key fell through as this car (an ex-Subaru UK demo car with a few features I'm told are very unusual) has a strange single-button key shell that no-one seems able to supply as a replacement, including the main dealer.
    Not the grump.
    Because of the Subaru's alarm system, I can't use the emergency key I got cut and coded - previous experience has shown  that although this will open the mechanical door lock and work the ignition, it still needs the remote plipper to turn off the alarm and immobilizer. Failure to have the plipper working means that on opening the driver's door the alarm will go off - and it will then continue to sound every ten minutes until I disconnect the battery. I'm unwilling to disconnnect the battery for an extended period as I've known this to banjax immobilisers before.
    Not the grump.
    I should maybe also mention that there's a whole load of Christmas gifts, my sunglasses, my iPod, plus our welly boots, which have all been locked away for nearly two weeks now.
    Still not the grump.
    With replacement seeming unlikely, I chose to get the switch repaired. I bought a replacement microswitch online, but after delivery (which took a week) I discovered my Maplins soldering iron, bought new and never used, didn't work. At all. Not a pick of heat. Bit late to go back to them, hey?
    Still not the grump.
    So I decided to bite the bullet and get it done professionally. An eBay listed automotive locksmith in Peterborough with 50k+ verified transactions, same day repair and return offered, plus a 99.8% customer satisfaction rating, seemed to be a reasonable bet.
    I paid online for Royal Mail's Tracked 24 service, put the value of goods therein at £100, and printed it all off on my home printer just like I do with all my Tat Box parcels. Not cheap, but worth it for the peace of mind, hey?
    Then I found out that I couldn't simply drop it off at the handy Post Office up the road llike I do with all my parcels - for some reason, Tracked 24 parcels need to be left at Royal Mail depots only. So I drove down over Monday lunchtime, to discover that the depot's opening hours have been reduced to three hours a day, from 8am-11am.
    In other words, I'd have to wait nearly 24hrs before I could post my Tracked 24 parcel, which kinda makes no sense.
    The only other option given to me by Royal Mail was to post it into their pre-paid parcels pillar box by the depot gates. Of course, this meant that I didn't get a printed receipt, or a date stamp on the dicky little 'Certificate of Posting' that comes with the address label. But, otherwise stumped, I did it (taking photos).
    On Tuesday afternoon, just before 3pm, I received a text message from Royal Mail to say 'We've received your parcel'. I initially thought they were letting me know that my repaired key had been posted back to me, but on further investigation, it turned out that this was the outbound parcel only appearing on the Royal Mail tracking system now, a full 26 hours after I'd posted it.
    Since then, there's been no updates to the tracking, and the key repair place has advised that they haven't received it.
    Trying to get through to Royal Mail customer services has got nowhere, and the online helpbot asks for a load of information, and then rejects it all because the only avenue open to me is to pursue a loss claim after seven days has elapsed. To make a loss claim, I'll need to enclose proof of purchase showing the value for the goods lost, of course (how the hell would that work for a car key??), and also a scan of my proof of  posting (which I don't have, because they shut their depot offices early and direct customers to just put their parcels in the pillar boxes).
    Now, I understand that the postal service is swamped at the minute, with many staff off sick and self-isolating, while at the same time there's been an enormous rise in e-commerce parcels due to the national lockdowns. I get it, I really do.
    But with that being the case, I don't think that Royal Mail should still be selling 24hr/48hr/ guaranteed delivery by a certain time services. Explain what the problem is, that they're doing their best, and only offer customers 2nd Class standard or tracked for the foreseeable. That way, no-one has expectations that turn out to be unrealistic. And no-one's paying for a premium service which, it transpires, they're wholly unable to provide.
    While certainly quite stressed about all this, I don't believe my key is actually lost - I'd like to think not anyway, since I put my name and postcode on the key itself, and slipped it into a cardboard sleeve also with my name and address on it, before putting it into a padded bag with the posting and return address clearly printed. But since this is the only key to the car that turns off the alarm and immobiliser, if it really is lost then I'm concerned the car's pretty much scrap.
    And that's my grump for today.
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    Mally reacted to ruffgeezer in Ruff's Merc Coupe Auto; searching for pastures new...   
    Well, in the freezing temperatures of a Lincolnshire morning, I did attempt to re-introduce the pump to the engine. 
    It's quite fiddly to realign the drive plate in the cam, but eventually I managed it. 

    I had to utilise a bojing strap for the plastic lines as the original clips broke. This just keeps them away from the aux drive belt (which probably needs immediate replacement due to having a wd40 like substance on it 🤔) 
    I also replaced this little expensive bastard breather £7 for a lump of plastic. 
     
     

    But does she run? 
     

    VID_20210107_100714.mp4 That'll do for now!
     

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    Mally got a reaction from loserone in Ruff's Merc Coupe Auto; searching for pastures new...   
    Liked for the Dave numbers mention.
    Knew some stuff him.
     
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    Mally got a reaction from Stanky in Ruff's Merc Coupe Auto; searching for pastures new...   
    Liked for the Dave numbers mention.
    Knew some stuff him.
     
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    Mally reacted to ruffgeezer in Ruff's Merc Coupe Auto; searching for pastures new...   
    It's how we keep that stuff and the people that knew alive I reckon. 
    He was a brilliant chap. 
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    Mally reacted to ruffgeezer in Ruff's Merc Coupe Auto; searching for pastures new...   
    Well today, in preparation for going back to work next week, I thought I'd have a look at this. 
    Somewhat jealous of the attention thoigh, coupled with the fact I'd been looking at petrol turbo models, my V70 decided to have an electrical shit fit, causing the heater vents to smoke and filing the car with acrid plastic burning. 
    I quickly switch the car off and found there to be no actual fire, but when switched back on I had nothing working on the dash except the cig lighter and stereo. Fuck. 
    I got the car home and had a quick google; a decade ago some damned Yankee had the same issue on a similar aged A60, and he'd found as did I, fuse 24 blown. 
    Replaced that and the car behaves perfectly again save for the SRS fault you get when the clocks have died. I don't like that sort of issue. 
    Anyhow we didn't come to the Murcedes thread to talk about Volvos, did we? 
    No.
    So my last post was me lamenting the incontinence of the HP fuel pump. 
    So this afternoon I set to it armed only with a Halfords 170 kit and a few flat screwdrivers. 

    Thankfully the pump was extracted without breaking any of the pipes, and just before it began pissing it down. 
    Leaving a hole like this... 

    And a grufty handful of Bosch pump... 

     
    Firstly find a clean* work space... 
    I bought a pump rebuild kit from http://www.x8r.co.uk/ and followed their video during the rebuild. 
    Under the first cylinder head, it looked properly rough, you know sometimes your doing things and wonder if your car will ever run again? Yeah. 

    I used the Dave21478 method to clean up the heads and a scraper and wet and dry on the body to tidy it all up. 
    Properly. Fucking. Rough. 

    Not too many pictures as by this point I'm covered in diesel and just want the job over with. 
    At locking up time, the bench looked like this;

    The pump is back in one piece, and I just hope that I have got it all together properly. 

     
    Cunt. 
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    Mally reacted to scdan4 in 61 Chang Jiang. Perfect for essential journeys.   
    Still loving this and am finding it hard to walk past it without a little fiddle or prod. Ah fuck it was just leaning precariously against the wall not on the hernia inducing stand. Arse. 

    Doubly annoying as I did that the same day as I got the insurance sorted. Replacement levers and more importantly a side stand now in the post. The availability and affordability of the replacement levers for my 60 year old classic was rather reassuring, plenty on the Bay. 
    Found a frame number stamped into the frame 

    It starts 61. That'll do for me I think, I'm gonna say it is a 61 bike. Wiki says the early ones got replacement engines as service items (with no other detail frustratingly) 
    Got a more aesthetically pleasing number plate with a little Internet help from here 

    It's too shiny and the digits are verging on piss takingly small but looks the part so after weathering it I'll keep it. Experience says that if you're not on a sportsbike no one will ever give a toss. 

    Old rear plate with more detail than the old (now removed) front . Anyone know which country it's from? 

    Carbs have bleeds /ticklers, hold down to flood fuel into intake (and also out the top of the float bowl and drip drip onto the exhaust), there is a crude choke so close that, retard the timing and in current weather it starts third kick. 😁. Getting better, been practicing. "every time I've seen you recently you've been trying to start that shit old thing...." 
    Yep, and I love it. 
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    Mally reacted to TheDoctor in The grumpy thread   
    Step dad died this morning. Covid-related, but heart attack actually did the job. 
    Only 63, that's no age. 
    I wasn't close to him, but it's still shitty 
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    Mally reacted to Barry Cade in Your breakdown stories   
    oreword*
     
    It was 2007, my camera was shit and I was skint.
     
     
    As some of you may know,I was away for 2 weeks last month to Europe on my(Italian)bike on my own,thought some of you may be interested,so here's the story I wrote for my local bike club...

    didn't go smoothly at all! Here goes.

    Due to catch the ferry from Rosyth on the Tuesday at 3pm,had the bike all loaded and was happy with the way everything was strapped on,messed around for a bit in the morning and had a shower and stuff getting myself prepared for the off.about 2pm I went out to the garage and got myself dressed in my bike gear,made a last check of everything,wheeled the bike out the garage,shut the door and jumped on.Pressed the button and the B****** wouldn't fire!! Never EVER done that before....

    kept pressing the button in disbelief,but no,nothing happening.Pulled off the tailpack,my tent,tank bag and everything else and checked and double checked everything,decided to pull the plug out (which is a bit of hassle-all the fairing has to come off...) and had a look,it looked fine,but I had a spare,so I chucked it in,and it started..thank F***!!

    Got to Rosyth no probs,and had a reasonably good crossing.Didn't bother with the aircraft seats,and found an exhaust vent at the back of the boat,right at the top,so settled down there for a kip,outside in the warm air.Woke up early,had a coffee or 3 by the time we docked in Belgium.Bikes were all OK on the ship,so I set off on my way to Germany.

    Finally made it to Rosyth
     
     
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    On holiday at last,seeing the bridges getting smaller,pint in hand..
     
    Got out of Zebrugge and hit the Autobahn,where I was to be for the next 8 hours..pretty uneventful,apart from fuel stops every hour and a half,bike was always at 95%+ throttle,and was going great,but everytime it was started after a stop,it was blowing out smoke....I tried to ignore this for now...

    Finally made it to my aunties at about 9..haven't heard from her in years,and she's 86, so no idea if she was OK,or even still alive..rang the bell but no answer....feck...what do I do now? Too late to pitch the tent,and everywhere in the village was closed.
    I needed sleep now,so I rode around the village I know so well from when I was young,then looked for somewhere to kip for a bit.Found a reasonable looking bench on the outskirts of the village,next to a wood,and settled down.I must have slept for an hour or 2,the woke up with a jump,my helmet was moving.....I grabbed it and found a hedgehog tryng it on for size.... didn't sleep much after that!

    about 3 am I decided to push on to Wolfsburg,to see the Autostadt ,another few hours on the autobahn and I was there,but too early to get in,I was absolutely shattered by this time,so said "Fu*k it" turned round and headed back to Visselhovede.... In that 24 hours I had covered over 700 miles,on a 650 single...which was getting harder and harder to start,and caused a smokescreen every time...
     
    When I got there my auntie was in! She's deaf as a post now,but otherwise in pretty good health
    so I got a good feed,and a nice comfy bed.Brilliant! The next couple of days I just wandered around sightseeing,but finally came to the conclusion my bike was ill...temp was going well up,losing water,pipes going solid after running..we all know what that means....GRRRR The head gaskets gone. The guy who rents the shop my auntie owns was kind enough to take me to the local Aprilia dealer,where I was told it would take 7 WEEKS to get a gasket

    So we drove in his Vw T25 double cab syncro!!!
     
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    to his mates,who knows a bit about bikes,did some phoning around and found a dealer in Garbsen (Ital Moto- AMAZING PLACE- Dukes,MV's, Aprillias everywhere!) He very kindly drove me the 80 miles to collect a gasket from them- the man's a hero! Anyway, started ripping the bike down with the few tools I had brought,and his socket set, then found the engine has to come out to do the head gasket....yep right out.
     
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    Part 2...


    Put everything back together that came apart,struggled on my own to get the engine back into the frame,topped up the oil and water and pressed the button,it fired up first time and sounded fine.Let it warm through and checked everything again.all good so far!!

    Had a run round the town,and made sure,and then went to the pub a happy man,planning my journey to Autostadt,and Berlin the next day.
    Next morning it was pissing down..but I had missed enough of my holiday,so decided to go anyway.Set of on the autobahn and all was fine with the bike,BUT you've never been properly scared unless you have been on the autobahn in the pissing rain with a bike with a single,dull taillight which tops out at just over the ton.The endless lines of trucks on the inside lane,running about 6 feet apart mean you have to use the middle and outside lanes...the spray is unbelieveable! The roads over there are also like ice when wet,far worse than ours,and much,much more diesel lying around,and plenty of strips of shiny overbanding too-be warned!! When you have 2 mph in hand passing a caravan in the fast lane,and the LED lights of an Uber Audi suddenly fill your mirrors,doing about 150... I'll leave the rest to your imagination!

    Made it to Wolfsburg in 1 piece,and enjoyed the rest of the day,great place to see including a factory tour,seeing Golfs being built from scratch,and wandering round all the old Lamborghini's and Bugattis...
     
    When I left Autostadt,it was after 4,so I decided against going to Berlin for the night and headed back North. About 50 miles into the journey,in the fast lane at a ton,the engine died...stopped,cut out..dead.
    Coasting in rush hour traffic,through 2 lanes af mad BMW drivers and crazy Polish truckers is no fun! But i made it to the hard shoulder.Made some simple checks but was getting sparks and fuel,so it was something serious.....

    Could see a motorway sign in the distance,so I pushed the bike along the shoulder for a km,and came to the sign which said there was an Autohof (truck stop) in 2km...2km later I wheeled into the Autohof Peine absolutely shattered. Sat on my arse for about an hour to recover,then had a beer. WTF could be wrong now? The way it just cut dead led me to think it was ignition,but I was getting a strong spark,temp was fine,and the bike was running really well.I had no tools,and no real inclination after the previous problems,and the 3km walk. I fecked around for a couple of hours,trying to decide wheater just to dump the bike and get the train home,have a kip and see what morning brought,or get absolutely arsed...I had breakdown cover,so I gave them a call (I used to be a breakdown driver,so knew what to expect) We can come out and take your bike to the nearest garage,where you pay for repairs,said the woman on the phone....Nah,said I -knowing Aprillia's parts delivery times,and the likely cost,I had about 250 Euro's left till I got home.I asked if she would be willing to get someone to take me and the bike back to my Aunties.....Phone you back in a min,she said......about 1:30 am I got a call saying "yes,we can do that no problem....260 Euros,and you must pay the driver......Thanks but no thanks I said.
     
    So,after about another hour af staring at stuff,I thought...Do or Die. I went back into the truck stop where I was causing a fair bit of amusement to the truckers there,and had a rake through the bargain bin..A set of open ended spanners for 3 Euro's and a set of allen keys for 2 Euros..worth a go. Pulled the fairing,tank and seat off the bike,and started totake off the rocker cover.The spanners were useless,and the jaws spread as soon as they were on the nuts...

    Back into the truckstop and another rake,this time finding a set of ring spanners,that looked very slightly more robust at 6 Euros. Off with the rocker cover,and saw instantly what had happened,the small pin holding the inlet camshaft sprocket to the camshaft had sheared,so the sprocket was turning,but the cam wasn't. I was a bit happier I had found the problem,but was still immobilised.Smoked a few fags,walked up and down a bit,then plonked my arse on the kerb...it was almost 4.30 am. A few minutes later,a vision appeared smileyhyper.gif
    A polish registered truck,with "KART Racing" down the side,loads of stickers on it ,with one being "ROTAX"!!!!!!! A few exchanges of Germlish and we were in the back,raking through mountains of spares,and would you believe,a cam sprocket retaining pin

    Bike back together,all went OK,but of course the battery was flat,I had a few goes at bumping it,but only got a massive backfire-mightily pissing off the sleeping truckers!!! The camera had dried out a bit by this time...it packed in altogether for a bit!
     
    Note left in frustration...
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    Finally got a jump start and off an old guy in a Merc 190,and it fired up like nothing had happened... That was the best noise I've ever heard,a 650 Rotax single through Predator pipes!! Back on the road,and an uneventful,if cold run home. The sleep..until 5pm,after a shot of straight German Scnapps.

    The next few days I just pottered around,and relaxed,but it was time to make for home,so I packed up the bike and said my goodbyes,destination Amsterdam for a night. No more bike problems,running better than ever now!

    Amsterdam really messes with your head,not going to say much,if you want to know,visit....its a wierd place! The weather was great,campsite was fine,and at last,with 1 day to go,I was enjoying my holiday.

    Next morning I was up early,tent all packed,bike loaded and ready for the off at 7am.The campsite office didn't open till 9....and they had my passport. A can of 7 up and a Ritter sport for breakfast,and at 9am I was back on the road,no more problems again,and finally got to Zebrugge with plenty of time in hand.
     
     
    Had this for company..
     
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    Made it to the 'Dam..
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    Sorry to the owners of the Superfast ferry, after a fair few pints,and something from Amsterdam,which could't be bought home,I made a mess of the side of the ship....

    Anyway, It was a great adventure,great fun most of the time,and certainly character building!!! I'll be off again soon, this time on a BMW R1100RS And hopefully a new camera..
     
     
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    Mally reacted to Barry Cade in Your breakdown stories   
    Foreword..
     
    I'll adjust accordingly to suit this place, was all a bit polite as it was a club posting and the car was bought from a "fellow" club member..... What I didn't say at the time was I had another blue X1/9 at the time, which was all legal. This one had been lying in a dusty garage for 7 years. I put the plates, chassis plate  and paperwork for my other blue one in a rucksack, and cloned the new purchase.
     
    Chapter 1.
     
    Arranged with Jim to collect his X1/9 VS on Saturday,so I booked a train ticket to go down to London to collect it and drive it home.He was a bit apprehensive (didn't give a fuck) as the car hadn't really been on the road for a few years,but I thought I'd take the chance and bring it home under its own steam. ( it would have been nice if he'd at least washed all the shite off the windscreen, never mind check the water and oil...) I left Markinch train station at 8am,armed with a bag full of car and bike magazines to read during my journey.Upon arrival in Edinburgh,I was told that the East Coast line was closed due to engineering works,and I would have to go via Carslile...anyway,got into London at 5pm,and after a couple of runs on the tube and getting totally feckin lost, and being unable to phone the owner as he is deaf,finally got to the station where he  lives.Came up the stairs from the underground and thee right in front of me was the big daft dome thing- knowing that would have made my life a whole lot feckin easier.....He collected me after about a feckin hour in his Integrale Evo,and enjoyed a white knuckle (was scared shitless- a deaf driver, LHD and 200+ BHP, just what I needed with a headache and a bladder full of British Rail coffee..) ride through London,If you ever live in London,get one of these!!! Sprinting between the lights with the turbo chirping away was worth the train trip itself!! (being polite, twat)

    Anyway,got all sorted out ,and I got to drive a blue 1300 for a wee bit,its a lovely wee thing (true),then had a look over a green 1300.It was just how I remember them  I doubt there are many left in such original condition anywhere.(true) It was now nearing 7pm,so I thought it best to make a start on the long journey North..so we waved our goodbyes,(through gritted teeth on my part)and I put my trust in Holly,the sat-nav bitch to get me out of the city.
     
     
    *added*
    10 minutes up the road,in half a mile of traffic in the Blackwall tunnel,the temp gauge shot off the scale..and sounds like a kettle boiling coming from behind me. I'd heard about the Blackwall tunnel from Sally Traffic ...and knew if I did'nt make it out under my own "steam" I'd be on the news, and probably busted for false plates and various other things..I had to keep moving though,with people tooting and flashing at the sauna behind the car. once I got out of the tunnel,I pulled in to a side street and popped the engine cover,and gently released the geyser using my jacket to stop me getting scalded...empty. I had 2 litres of water,so I poured that in and got another 2 miles down the road in to some housing scheme. I was just about in tears- 450 miles from home in a car which had been very misdescribed, a deaf owner who I couldn't phone and rant to and worst of all and more pressing- there was a crowd gathering and looking around, it looked like I'd driven all the way to a dodgy area in the Bronx rather than our capital city..I knew if I spoke, I'd be deed, having a bit of a Scottish accent... 
     
    The car finally started again and sounded pretty rough, so I needed to find a petrol station so I could get water in and bleed it, put some oil in and give it a bit of a look over, I daren't switch off in case it'd neve go again so I limped to a Shell station. GREAT, and many THANK FUCKS were said to myself, so I filled up with the good Shell stuff, and looked over at the station itself. Big grilles over the windows and as it was after 10pm, a few hoodies loitering about. I joined the queue to pay and looked at the oil and stuff through the slots. At the head of the queue, I asked for a couple of litres of 15/40, 20 fags, some coke (what, no Irn Bru??!!)  and probably a few more things, and the lot came to near on 90 quid. I'd taken an extra few hundred with me for bits and bobs, so opened my wallet and dumped 5 20's in the wee tray- in full view of all the neds behind me. WE DONT TAKE SCOOOTISH MUNY, came the voice through the grille. AAARRRGGGHHH. came my reply, when one of the helpful neds behind me said there was a cash machine down what was a very dodgy looking side street..... we'll show you... I'm dead, thinks I..
     
    I did manage to get there and back alive, after making a few refrences to Trainspotting and Taggart, and trying to sound a little bit mental and Begbieish .. the car was still in 1 piece when I did

    The car started better but was really lacking power and everytime I accelerated,I was getting a backfire,and no real increase in power,so I stopped in at a services after 20 miles or so ,and bought some more supplies for the journey,and adjusted the timing a bit. Took the roof off,and set out on to the motorway.All was great for about 40 miles,car was driving beautifully,there were great tunes on the radio and the heater was pumping out hot air.The roads were empty and I was really enjoying myself!

    Just when I'd totally relaxed and got into the mood for charging up the road there was suddenly a very loud and expensive sounding noise came from behind, in the mirror was a shower of sparks ,the car cut out and I coasted into the hard shoulder...I jumped out expecting to find oil and conrods all over the carrigeway....
     
    After a bit of investigation using my test lamp for light,I saw that the distributor had feckin siezed,so the whole lot had been turning,ripping off the HT leads,breaking the hold down clips,pulling out and snapping the LT wires and smashing the dizzy cap..the rotor arm had also gone AWOL. Damn and blast....or words to that effect were probably heard up in Scotland....

    I had brought a few spares,so I checked to see what I had,the dizzy cap I had was different...the rotor arm fitted though,and the points were the same,so I removed the plate out the dizzy and straightened it on the crash barrier and removed the small broken piece of metal that had caused all the carnage in the first place. I'd like to show you a picture of it,but its still lying on the M11 somewhere,chucked over the carrigeway in a rage...

    Now I had the dizzy internals all together and back in,and a bit of wire fixed in from the coil to the |dizzy nicked of the daft non working alarm ,there was the problem with the cap. Half of it was missing and there was no way of fixing it to the dizzy body. I gave myself a wee telling off for not bringing cable ties... never go anywhere in a shitter without cable ties..I sat on the crash barrier and smoked a few fags,contemplating what to do next.Do I finally join a breakdown service..
    Not without a fight!!! I had a brainwave of using my bootlace to tie the cap on ,even just to get me to the next services.After a few failed attempts I finally got it to stay in place,and tentativly turned the key..It fired up straight away,and idled perfectly...I'm sure I even saw it smiling.. bastard thing..

    Back out on to the motorway and all seemed well,timing was a bit out,but if anything,it was even better than before..I had a few thoughts about the sparks flying about in what was left of the dizzy cap being next to the fuel pump,but quickly tried to think about something else..
     
    *adjustment*
    I wasn't really giving a fuck anymore- I was like a wounded submarine heading for port, just like in Das Boot- full throttle and point North, the nearer I got, the less I'd have to walk..
    Quite a few miles up the road,I pulled in to the services and gently moved the distributor and set off again.The car was running perfectly,plenty of power and no funny noises,so I settled into a 90mph  (+) cruise up the M1 and life was great again! By this time it was about 5am, and tiredness was setting in,and it was beginning to get foggy,so I decided to forego the A68-one of my favorite roads into Scotland-and head over to Carslile and up the M74.On the slower roads I noticed that the idle had risen up to 3500RPM,but I left it for now,but did have a moment driving through one of the small border towns,and there was a traffic car sitting there..Trying to keep a CSC exhaust quiet and keep to 30 with the idle at 3500 without showing brake lights took all of my coordination skills so as not to get pulled!
     
    Over into Scotland and I pulled into the services for a BIG coffee and to adjust the fast idle,which had been sticking on,and back on the road-roof on now as it was POURING down! A bit upthe road the Bastard alternator light came on,not just a dim glow,but full on....noooooooooo. I pushed on switching off anything I could do without,and made it to the next services.I then noticed that at idle and slow speed the light would go out.So this is how the rest of the trip went,charging up the motorway for a while,then stopping and ticking over for a while,letting the battery get some food.Every now and again,the alternator belt let out a huge squeal and a groan and the light went off,this at least kept me awake!!

    We finally got back to Glenrothes at ten past eight this morning. 24 feckin hours after I left, with no sleep...me absoluteley shattered and filthy,and the X on 3 cylinders making some horrible noises,but we were home...like 2 battle weary soildiers back from the front line after a tour of duty. I went straight to bed,and slept like a log until 4pm,and the car is sitting outside in the rain,waiting on some TLC to get it back into rude health!!
     
     
    Makeshift bootlace repair
    http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/tiffx19/DSCF0154.jpg http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/tiffx19/DSCF0155.jpg   http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/tiffx19/DSCF0153.jpg
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    Mally reacted to sgtberbatov in Toyota RAV4 GX "Jack" - Happy New... Dangerous Defects.   
    Well guys, I think we're on like fat pat's thong.

    Searched every Japanese breakers in Birmingham, ending up at the seller of the subframe @Ian_Fearn shared. Bit of haggling later, I got it for £120.
    Wishbones though were non existent, although I see one on eBay for £30. I haven't actually studied Autodoc yet for a new one though.
    So at the very least, there is a new subframe in good condition to go on the car. I'm going to clean it up and stone chip it to protect it more though.
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    Mally reacted to Low Horatio gearbox in 71 Rover 3500 (P6B)   
    Hello and welcome to my first proper thread here.
     
    Purchased in August 2019  my lovely Rover 3500. 
     
    I'd gone to look at it and made the brilliant mistake of taking my 8 year old son with me and while I had my doubts when the (pre warmed!) V8 coughed into life and we trundled it  round the  industrial estate the seller was based on my son was smitten and let's be honest my arm didn't need that much twisting.  (I ignored the well patina interior and musty small ) A bit of a poke and and inspection (possibly a little less through than  it should have been - it did have an MOT after all) and it was ours and delivery arranged  - out of laziness and the fact I did t wan tto do an 80 mile return trip in an unknownor arrange lifts and logistics.
     
     
    Anyway in all its glory, random tyres and mismatched mirrors. 
     

     
    Fetching no?
     
    The following Sunday morning  arrived and so did the Rover and without the pre warmed engine it was a bit more interesting  to shuffle it off the train,er and mou t the dropped kerb into my cul desac TADTS. Tho with swearing  and  a fair amount of choke it was managed and with her V5 it was taxed and ready for a quick spin.
    When warmed up it would move reasonably well and bar some hansel and gretel style oil trail behind it and a crumbly water pump was pretty pleased.
     
    A list of things needed doing.
    A good service and oil change.
    New non leaking non grumbling water pump.
    Some new tyres and the 3 different brands across the 4 on the road were pretty past it.
    clean the interior and find some new doorcards as well they were a bit warped and past it.

    Just a bit.

     
     
    No problem. Oil change and service first.. well th oil was nasty, I ended up flushing it with cheap oil and a new filter twice as I couldn't find oil with ZDDP ina bricks and mortar shop. However in the end it was   no longer coming out after 50 miles black and opaque. 
     
    New door cards were ordered  in non matching black but tbh I was just glad to loose the  completely knackered sandalwood ones. My choice was  made food when I managed to snag a set of black leather front and rear seats for 30 quid on gumtree  2 weeks later.
    Driving was still a bit of a mixed bag even after new tyres, oil, filters and new waterpump as it didn't want to change down the 3 speed box.
    Ah.. that will be the broken kickdown cable then.

     
    No problem  what was a bit of a pisser was poking round and finding  less than stellar repair in the passenger footwell
     

     
    My own fault for mot poking deeper  when I checked it out, I knew it had been plated and repaired but as my son would be sitting there I felt it needed  fixing. And tbh he loves it and   weighed up selling it and getting another,  fixing it myself (🤣😂) or getting it done professionally and went for the latter. I can weld but only just and this was a bigger job than I was comfortable with by some massive margin - that and I wanted to drive it not have it in bits in the garage for 9 months!
     
     
    So it went away for a few weeks, rot was cut out

    and 
    One side at a time tidied 

     
    And new metal  put in

     
    A few rattle cans and  structurally made sound again.
     

     


     
     
     
    Since then it has been 3 thousand miles of pretty hassle free motoring.
     
    I managed to buy a donor car and steal the rest of the black interior out of it and some sundym tinted glass too as well as a few other odd and sods - including g a working clock  But it was all delayed due to the wonderful year that is 2020.
    The plans for the future as soon as I've sorted a house (and garage!) are to finish replacing the std door glass with sundym, fit a new steering wheel new  to me anyway perspex P4 sun visors and get the speedo calibrated and enjoy it as is.
    There are a few rust bubbles and scabby patches  in the paint which has a mass of microblisters in it too but I quite like the look and patina on it as is for now, it's a decent 10- 15 foot paint job. I know the structure is solid and safe and the   oil leaks have been cured after a damn good servicing and cleaning out the  rocker cover breather tubes  and fire traps.
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    Mally got a reaction from Lacquer Peel in The grumpy thread   
    Has it ever occurred that you may be wrong occasionally?
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    Mally got a reaction from Lacquer Peel in The grumpy thread   
    First point.    Are you or your wife disabled, and in possession of a badge?  If not your rant is irrelevant  as  you had no right to be there.
    Lets assume you have a badge,
    You parked out of the way.  He had a fairly new Fiesta (probably Motability) , so he also parked out of the way, in his head.
    He had a few goes at getting straight, don't we all at times?
    You have a long necked towbar. I've had a few, they are a pain, always banging your legs on them.
    He had to lift a wheelchair out.  Hardly a crime.
    You seem to think because the car park was almost empty your bit belonged to you, in the same way as he thought it belonged to him.
    Your wife scratched her eye. The guys sorting a wheelchair for his wife who can't walk well.
    It happened last Monday! That's a week ago, get over it.  
     
    For the record, I am slightly biased,  My wife died  2 years ago this Xmas, I unloaded and pushed her wheelchair for 20 years.
    It's not always fun, but it's worse when you can't.
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    Mally got a reaction from Lord Sterling in The grumpy thread   
    Has it ever occurred that you may be wrong occasionally?
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    Mally got a reaction from Low Horatio gearbox in The grumpy thread   
    Has it ever occurred that you may be wrong occasionally?
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    Mally got a reaction from Low Horatio gearbox in The grumpy thread   
    Obviously you won't read this either. It is long winded, but relevant.
    https://forums.moneysavingexpert.com/discussion/5742871/parked-in-hospital-disabled-bay
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    Mally reacted to Peter C in Mercedes W124 200E - Rolling Resto - Tidy engine bay crazy mind   
    I've made no progress with the 200E in the past few days due to Christmas and because I lacked motivation, knowing that I cannot finish the job until someone welds the three holes up for me. Superhero David (@Talbot) came to the rescue and offered to drive up to my place and weld up the holes.
    He turned up with his £50 Lidl equipment.

    And begun by making the rust holes even bigger than they already were.


    Rather than welding patches over the old metal, David cut and bent repair sections into size and shape.

    And welded the bits into place.

    I then applied a squirt of zinc primer and filled the edges of the patches with chemical metal.

    The same process took place on the other side.



    David did an amazing job, especially as he had to work in a pokey and cold garage.
    Superman can fly but David can do this. Thank you again David for your help and for charging me mates rates. 

    And the cause of all these problems? These little rubber plugs, which encourage corrosion that spreads throughout the inner arches.

    I'm hoping to make more progress tomorrow.
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    Mally got a reaction from Low Horatio gearbox in The grumpy thread   
    First point.    Are you or your wife disabled, and in possession of a badge?  If not your rant is irrelevant  as  you had no right to be there.
    Lets assume you have a badge,
    You parked out of the way.  He had a fairly new Fiesta (probably Motability) , so he also parked out of the way, in his head.
    He had a few goes at getting straight, don't we all at times?
    You have a long necked towbar. I've had a few, they are a pain, always banging your legs on them.
    He had to lift a wheelchair out.  Hardly a crime.
    You seem to think because the car park was almost empty your bit belonged to you, in the same way as he thought it belonged to him.
    Your wife scratched her eye. The guys sorting a wheelchair for his wife who can't walk well.
    It happened last Monday! That's a week ago, get over it.  
     
    For the record, I am slightly biased,  My wife died  2 years ago this Xmas, I unloaded and pushed her wheelchair for 20 years.
    It's not always fun, but it's worse when you can't.
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    Mally got a reaction from Tamworthbay in The grumpy thread   
    First point.    Are you or your wife disabled, and in possession of a badge?  If not your rant is irrelevant  as  you had no right to be there.
    Lets assume you have a badge,
    You parked out of the way.  He had a fairly new Fiesta (probably Motability) , so he also parked out of the way, in his head.
    He had a few goes at getting straight, don't we all at times?
    You have a long necked towbar. I've had a few, they are a pain, always banging your legs on them.
    He had to lift a wheelchair out.  Hardly a crime.
    You seem to think because the car park was almost empty your bit belonged to you, in the same way as he thought it belonged to him.
    Your wife scratched her eye. The guys sorting a wheelchair for his wife who can't walk well.
    It happened last Monday! That's a week ago, get over it.  
     
    For the record, I am slightly biased,  My wife died  2 years ago this Xmas, I unloaded and pushed her wheelchair for 20 years.
    It's not always fun, but it's worse when you can't.
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    Mally got a reaction from Tamworthbay in The grumpy thread   
    Has it ever occurred that you may be wrong occasionally?
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