Re: Driving Fears
Posted by: Anonymous User (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: August 15, 2003 01:33PM
Car story #5
The Triumph Herald soft top
So we go to the Auctions to sell the Simca Van.
Cannock is about 40 miles from where we were living at the time, and Patrick reckons on buying a Mini to drive home in. 'There's always plenty of minis at Cannock going @#$%&', he opines.
We get there and look round the parked cars. Minis, minis, minis. I see this soft top Triumph Herald and like it. Patrick gives it a cursory glance, and says he wouldn't pee in it.
Cars go through, and there are only ten left. Patrick is now worried as all the minis have gone double his money, and little choice remains. He begins to consider other options.
Three to go. In comes the Herald. Patrick runs round it kicking the tyres and making sightings down the body work whilst asking impossibly detailed questions of the auctioneer. 'You said you wouldn't pee in that', I remind him, but am ignored. The car is bought, and we set off down the A5 with the wind in our hair (and my beard).
We get about a quarter of a mile; the oil is out. We fill it up at a garage. Wind, hair, car, road, fun. Twenty miles later, another garage, because the oil is out again.
Twenty miles later, same again, very near home.
Next day, off to the scrap yard to look for a new soft top. No luck. On the way back, the car overheats every mile and we have to stop to cool down. Turning the corner into our street, Patrick cuts the corner to make sure we get there! The engine dies, and on inspection two cylinders have melted solid.
It's pay back time for Gordon. He goes off to the scrap yard and finds a suitable engine. By now he has a van. The staff at the scrapyard joke he's going to need a couple of them to move that, isn't he? So Gordon picks it up and throws it into the rear of his van and drives off without saying anything. Useful, is our Gordon.
We gather together to remove the old engine. An 'A' frame is hired for lifting, and a block and tackle used by Gordon - Patrick is a bystander at this game. The engine becomes wedged. We remove the bonnet, which fastens the 'wrong way on', and I insert a plank under the engine and jump up and down on it.
Well all's well that ends well. Patrick replaced the engine, painted the car by hand, had a new soft top made by a specialist, and turned in the only profit he had ever made on doing up a second hand car, so my sister says; and she's an accountant. Introducing him to arithmetic, she managed to convince Patrick that he was losing money on these deals, and the end of an era rapidly approached for us all.