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this one, although your right the crack I normally think of as the crack in your hard top is the one on the lower left

it may be I just have never noticed the crack going round the side before

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(I did try and check some older Photos I have of TWC however none of them are from that side so I cant tell if its grown or my mind is just messing with me)

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Get some Fibral, P40 (or similar) and slap it on from the inside.  It's a fairly thick paste so easily managed and will stay where it's put.  No need to have anything visible from outside, but it will help restore the strength of the area to stop the crack spreading and help keep the weather out.

This stuff.

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Still messy, but it's so much easier than messing around with separate matting and resin and is pretty user friendly.

I found (far too recently!) that the best way to get things nice and smooth was actually to just use disposable gloves and smooth it over by hand, especially if you're working inside a tight curve or recess which makes getting tools in difficult.  Wish I'd worked that out a few months ago. 

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For small cracks and holes it's more than adequate.  While I've not done actual industrial testing, I've abused some of the repairs I've done with it and ascertained that it's more than strong enough so long as it's well keyed to the surface.

Well squidged into a hole or crack in a panel it's plenty strong.  Probably stronger than the rather low rent fibreglass these bodies are made of to start with!

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The thought did cross my mind that you could only patch the cracks on the “hidden” side to reinforce them and prevent them growing whilst preserving the patina and completely negating the need to bugger about with filler, sanding, paint and all that other malarkey.

I’m also pleased for you that the spat spark plug was a relatively easy fix. They can be proper pains, hence why the spark plug in my lawn mower is currently held in with Araldite and string.

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