17 Oct 20 Jaguar Mk2 Driving Experience

Something a bit different! Following up on my recent driving day experience in three modern supercars, today I travelled with Helen to Upton Warren in Worcestershire to drive a Jaguar Mk 2. This was a present for my 50th Birthday from our dear friends Sarah, Lewis, Martha, Freya and Joe and much appreciated – thanks guys. We had an unhurried drive up from our home in Wiltshire and the weather stayed clement, a good start. We arrived at ‘Great Driving Days’ which was situated on an agricultural yard next to a field of Highland cattle. We spotted ‘our’ car on the yard and eagle-eyed Helen spotted that one front corner was pushed in. The guy explained that the car had been ‘bent’ when out on loan earlier in the week, ending up in a ditch. Oh dear. We were offered a swop, but my heart was set on the Mk2. We had a quick overview of the controls and pressed the starter button. Amazingly, it fired instantly, which was impressive. Later my Dad would relate that a friend of his had a Mk2, back when he was a young man, and they always reckoned that his car started before your finger reached the button! I gingerly blipped the heavy throttle, selected first and eased out the clutch. With a whine from the gearbox, the old Jag pulled smoothly away. We rumbled along the track to the main road and with Helen in charge of navigation, turned left onto the main road.

First impressions: Pick up was lively, but I was having some trouble initially with negotiating the gear change from 2nd to 3 via quite a wide gate while smoothly feeding in the throttle. Compared to my daily diesel SUV, the throttle response was really crisp so blipping the throttle when changing down was a real pleasure. The other first impression was of the slow steering, which although it had been converted to power steering had a slow initial turn in with it needing a good quarter turn on even the slighest bend. I was having to recallibrate against modern cars – the slow steering, crisp throttle response, the long throw and wide gate of the gearbox. So I was concentrating quite hard at this point, but appreciating the sound effects of the straight six up front.

After a few minutes I was starting to get to grips with the controls and starting to just enjoy the experience – the view down that lovely bonnet with the leaping Jaguar. Feeling more confident, as the first straight bit of road appeared, I tentatively pushed the throttle all the way in third and allowed it to build revs. This was fantastic, over a certain RPM, the engine note changes and becomes a deep-throated roar accompanied by a decent shove in the back. I looked down at the speedo and we were only doing about 45mph! The beautiful large rev counter was unfortunately not working, so I changed gear ‘by ear’ and I was respectful of the age of the vehicle. All the gauges were reading well – temperature was steady (it had a later electric fan), oil pressure held up, although it dropped at idle and the voltmeter stayed put. The dash is all wood, with great big old gauges with retro script and a row of toggle switches, it really is iconic.

The route we were following had a really good mix of roads, from quiet country lanes to open B-roads and a little bit of A-roads. During the drive, I was starting to discover a dual character to this old Jag. Its first character is all about burbling around in the big squishy seats, enjoying the view and using the torque of the engine to pull you along with minimal changing gear. As we pottered through a narrow country late, I pulled over to let some cyclists come through – the lead cyclist mouthed ‘nice car’ and waved. I agreed! The other character of the car is when you have room to give it some welly in second, snick it up into third, give it some more welly, attain a pretty good turn of speed and then fling it into forth. For an old car, the acceleration is brilliant and the gearchange is really slick once you’ve got the feel of it. In this mode, the Jag is a racing machine, apparently lapping up this kind of treatment. It has to said, with open throttles, at higher revs, it was very noisy, with induction roar, exhaust blare, gear whine and wind noise all contributing to a glorious din. In addition, heat was wafting up the gearlever gaiter from the gearbox – a multi sensory experience!

With my amateur mechanic hat on, I would say that the Jag was idling at too high revs – I wondered if they had set it this way to help people to avoid stalling. Also, the particular car had a few defects which it would have been to rectify, like loose door capping and a stiff throttle pedal which could have done with being eased to make it drive smoother, but I’m being a bit picky.

We stopped for the obligitary photo shoot with Helen taking her usual high standard of still photos and video on her iPhone, including her jumping out of the car and energetically running up the road to film the Jag driving through a ford.

All too soon it was time to return the Jaguar to its home and we arrived back safely to the farm with Jag in one piece. A really enjoyable experience – now to the pictures!

Two hands on the wheel please Mr Trigg – look at that iconic dashboard
Nice artistic detail shot from Mrs Trigg
Mrs Trigg looks adoringly across as her husband manfully tames the big cat
Iconic photo of classic car driving through Ford

So thanks to the Boddy family, Helen and to ‘Great Driving Days’ a small business based in Upton Warren. I would highly recommend them based on this experience. For anyone else doing one of these, you need to set your expectations. These cars are in working order – don’t expect concours condition – and being classics, they are noisy, smelly and antiquainted. That’s the appeal and it was an unforgettable, and repeatable experience!

4 Oct 20 Milestone #2 Engine Start – Achieved

So the title of today’s entry gives away the punchline, but suffice to say I am very pleased to have managed to start the engine today. Woohoo! As a quick recap, I had to send the carbs away as they had been incorrectly re-assembled when they were refurbished. I’ve had an explanation from the company boss that they were installed as they came in. Err, that will be me then. However, all I had done was to take the carbs apart, decide they were in a shocking state and send them away to be rebuilt. Anyway, its all good now and that’s the main thing.

As always with this project, there were some hurdles and hiccups along the way, mostly my fault as we will see. Firstly I removed the carbs from their wrapping. They had been thoroughly wrapped but of course as they were not on the heat shield, but separated so I had to do that thing where you put the linkages together and then hold it all together as a loose assembly as you carry it over to the car and mount it on the studs. In my enthusiasm to get it started, I fitted the throttle linkage upside down, only discovering this after I had awkwardly installed all four nuts and tightened them up. The nuts are extremely awkward to fit – to get the nuts onto the studs the carbs need to be slid up to near the tio to clear the carb body. The two under the carb are even more awkward. Still at least I have now had plenty of practice. Still impatient to attempt a start, I interupped Helen from her work educating the youth of today (yes, secondary school teachers work on the weekend) and asked her to crank the engine over while I manipulated the choke and throttles. On the second turn of the key, the engine fired, but didn’t catch. This was a promising sign, so Helen cranked again and this time I caught it on the throttle and we had a spluttering rev, and a bit of popping. A third attempt resulted in steady fast running with choke and throttle applied. A little exhaust smoke was rising into the engine bay and it was a it of a smoky affair all round. Having relieved Helen of her responsibility as chief cranker I set to to correct the linkage mis-assembly.

I was determined that to turn the linkage around to its correct orientation I wasn’t going to remove both carbs. Instead I removed the front carb, and loosened the nuts on the rear carb. This gave me enough fiddle room, just, to swap the linkage around and then to enjoy the fun game of ‘put the the nut on the stud under the carb bonnet’. It really is a dexterity test and took a bit of trying, but I got there in the end without breaking down in tears. With the linkage in the right way, I could connect up the throttle and choke cables and start the engine in the usual way from inside the car. When I say, the usual way, the ignition switch is on the floor of the car, so not exactly usual, but I didn’t say it was perfect. The car started on the second attempt and I was able to walk around to the front while it ran and see if there was anything amiss. The engine was running fine with full choke but started to splutter as soon as I reduced the amount of choke, so not sure if it was still a bit cold, needs setting up or a bit of both. Anyway, this was a test and I didn’t want to push my luck, so with a quick look around the engine bay I knocked the choke off and let it stall.

So issues identified to investigate today included:-

  1. Loose alternator bolt – tightened
  2. Noted broken cores in the Earth cable to the battery – need to order a new one
  3. Coolant level dropped – top up and check

So we have achieved ‘Engine Start Milestone’ which I set quite a long time ago. Next Milestone I am setting myself is ‘Dashboard Complete.’ This is a complicated one which is going to involve fitting all the gauges, the windscreen wiper system and the Heating and Ventilation System. However, it’s the next logical step and certaintly needs doing before any other interior work is undertaken. Thanks to all of you have journeyed with me towards this milestone. Your support and practical help have been invaluable. God Bless.

02 Oct 2020 Preswold Driving Centre

For my 50th birthday I received lots of lovely presents. Today was the fulfilment of one of those as I travelled up to Preswold Driving Centre for a day driving three classic cars [Sound of stylus scratching across a record]. Err, except all three classic cars were unavailable. The Jaguar E-type had given up before I event got there, the AC Cobra wouldn’t start or run (familiar, anyone?) and the GT40 was inaccessible for anyone over 5’6″ and as I am 6’1″ at least, that was a no go. So, disappointing, but the replacements were hardly shabby.

The day began with a rough drive up to Loughborough through stormy weather, which thankfully brightened up as I headed North. After registration and a driver briefing, we had a demo lap with an instructer in a Kia Ceed no less. From this it was onto Car #1.

Car #1 Ferrari 458

I have complained on here earlier about all modern Ferraris being basically a big plastic Fiat, but given the opportunity to give the F458 a go, I wasn’t going to say no. I was introduced to John and took my place, instantly discovering the offset pedals and wondering why I had worn chunky shoes. It fired up with a flashy rev and we trundled up the pit lane and accelerated onto the circuit. Given this was my first turn behind the wheel the first lap was a difficult ‘sighting lap’ really and I was a bit disoritentated. On the next couple of laps I was learning the lines and having the confidence to really open it up on the straights. Wow what a noise! The F458 really howls and the gearchange is lightening quick. All very well, but it was a bit wiggly on the brakes and it’s a very sharp handling car which I didn’t really feel I was getting to grips with. I felt like it was calling the shots rather than me! Into the pits and marked 32 out of 40 points from John.

Car #2 Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Convertible

Next up was the 911. It was a bit of a wait for this one. I politely enquired whether I had time for a coffee and she said ‘oh yes I forgot about you.’ Easily forgotten, me. Anyway, I hopped in with Lochlan (spelling?) the instructor. I told him that the Ferrari had scared me to death and he assured me that the Porsche was a different kettle of fish although he warned me to be easy on the throttle as it ‘had a kick’. As this was the second time out for me, I was feeling a bit more comfortable and the easy-going Porsche was just lovely. I’ve read so many times about the feelsome steering, and here it was in all its glory. I can certaintly vouch for that legendary ‘alive-ness’ of the whole car, you really do feel exactly whats going on. I did mess up my turn in once so I wasn’t lined up properly when I fed the power in and it was a bit squirmy, but not a big issue. It had a good turn of speed, and that legendary flat 6 howl but was much more refined and controlled than the bucking bronko Ferrari. Score from the instructor was 34 out of 40, an improvement.

Car #3 McLaren 570C

Last car of the day was the exceptional McLaren 570C. As I opened the scissor door, I had a feeling this was going to be completely different. My instructor, Sarah, was a lovely women, slightly older than myself and straight talking. ‘its got over 500bhp, its rear wheel drive and its a bit snappy at the rear’. Okay then. I needn’t have worried as the McLaren is very user friendly with lovely precise steering, extremely effective brakes, linear acceleration (how much do you want, its seems to say?) and an overall stability that built my confidence. That’s not to say it wasn’t exciting. We had a busy few laps with a lot of traffic to clear, but with Sarah giving clear instructions and lots of encouragement we blitzed most other cars out there. Two notable moments. The first requires some explanation. Overtaking at this event was ‘with consent’ with the instructors looking out for a positive sign (indicators, or a hand wave), to indicate consent. Having passed two cars already, I assumed that we had consent to pass the 911 ahead but as I whistled past Sarah pointed out we hadn’t actually had confirmation. Whoops. Second notable point was the fast corner which was an open left kink which if the instructor thought you were up for it, you could take with just a lift and no brakes. I had done this with throttle on in the Porsche earlier and it was exciting, if a little daunting to just ease it in and power through. In the McLaren I think we going a bit faster so I followed advice and lifted on the approach, but then powered through and opened up the throttle on the exit. It was really exciting. Sarah was complementary about my driving and claimed to have enjoyed it. We both agreed that the traffic had added extra spice and complication to the laps, which actually added to, rather taking away from the experience. Score 36 out of 40, so a continuous improvement over the day with which I was very happy.

After a hot lap in an M3 driven by an instructor (which was alright), it was time to grab the photos and head for home. So what did we learn and could it apply to the road? Well I think I did learn a few things and I think these events actually make you a better driver. Firstly, you get all the speed out of your system on the track. Secondly it teaches you these things:- 1) Smoothness in acceleration, 2) Firm braking in a straight line and off the brakes before you turn, 3) Looking up the road for hazards. I really enjoyed the drive home in my humble Honda CRV. I felt that I was anticipating hazards better, which allows you to brake earlier and smoother. I was more careful around other traffic and I was just generally more relaxed and in control.

All in all a great day.

In other news the Carbs for the MG have arrived back from the engineering firm all fixed up and ready to go. Watch this space.

16 Aug 20 My new Landrover Defender

I completed the build of my Lego Defender, a Christmas present from Helen which I have enjoyed building over the last few months. A few years ago I received a present of the McLaren F1 car (in the Vodafone days) from my brother – this Landrover build was another step up in term of complexity. It’s very clever how they create the Landrover in Lego and its quite relaxing to sit down and just lose some time putting one bit on at a time. It doesn’t have the challenge of the MG, of course, but for anyone who doesn’t have space for a classic car in their garage, this is a fun alternative. When I’ve finished the MG, I would consider another Lego model – I’ve heard there is a Mustang…?

Just to be clear, this is a static model, so it can’t really scale the rockery, sorry to shatter any one’s illusions.

12 Aug 20 Releasing the carbs

Having established at the weekend, with Matt’s help, that the carburettors were blocked, and having consulted the ‘MG helpline’, A.K.A. my Dad, I found time this evening, with the help of my friend John, to investigate the problem. The UK was in the middle of a heat wave, one in which the temperature and humidity peaked between 5pm and 6pm arond 30 degrees, which was when we started to look at the MG. So the only right thing to do, while we wheeled the MG out, was to crack open a couple of cold beers and take a leasurely look at the problem. With John on board, this was going to be a logical approach to problem solving. Having already proven fuel would flow up to the carbs, we now knew the challenge was with the carb itself.

Step 1: Use a footpump to attempt to blow air into the carb. Result: No air passing through. Conclusion: Float/Needle valve stuck

Step 2: Remove carbs. Removing the carbs in theory is easy, its just four nuts. In practice, its fiddly, because the nuts won’t come off without waggling them to the end of the studs and then getting the angle just right. Having two people on hand is a definate advantage here, unless you are an octopus. Next challenge was to keep the carbs together with the linkages intact. To do this, we had the idea to use the plate that holds the air filters as a sort of jig. That took a bit of work to get right, but without (much) swearing, the carbs rattled free of their studs and were on the work bench.

Step 3: Remove float chamber lids. These come off easily enough, although the ‘O’ ring on the front carb hopped out of its slot and showed little enthusiasm to pop back in. Using the footpump and with the float valve open we used the foot pump again to add pressure and with a nice ‘pop!’ the needle valve on the rear carb freed itself. Surely the front carb would do the same, but it wasn’t shifting, so John tickled it with a pair of fine tweezers and before long both carbs were wheezing along in harmony at each press of the pump. How satisfying.

Step 4: Reassemble and refit the carbs. Hmm. That float chamber ‘O’ ring did not want to play ball and needs to be replaced, however, we think we teased it back in place and made a seal on both float chamber lids. We then man handled and wiggled the carbs back onto their studs, tightened them up and connected the breather pipe, fuel line, throttle and choke linkages.

Step 5: Test start the engine. ‘Hang on a minute,’ said John ‘didn’t you say that the fuel pump and coil are always on when you connect the battery?’ A discussion ensued in which John advised me against firing the engine when we are not confident of how the wiring was configured. So we disconnected the ignition switch and using a multimeter, identified what the various terminals were and then attempted to connect the correct wires. As we were nearing a conclusion on this, the rain came in heavy so we abandoned the task for the day having made some actual progress, but with some work to go to achieve sustained running.

9 Aug 20 Fuelling around

So having demonstrated that the MG would start, it was time to connect up the fuel pipe and provide a reliable supply to the carbs to sustain running. I had a reliable assistant in the form of Matt (Ellie’s boyfriend). First we bought some fresh fuel and charged the tank with 5 litres. Next we connected the fuel pump wiring, connected the battery and heard a reassuring tick from the pump (err, surely after you turned on the ignition…). After a short while we were concerned that no fuel was flowing through and sure enough, on checking I found the pump was plumbed the wrong way around. I wonder who did that?

After a bit of replumbing and we were back in business although still there was no fuel feeding through to the filter let alone the carbs. Vaguely remembering something about air locks we released the pipe at the carbs end and with a hiss we started to see fuel travelling through the filter and turn up to the carbs. Progress!

But this wouldn’t be the Relentless Duck blog without some ‘issues’ and without detailing all the challenges, we did have a leak out of the fuel sender unit. Not being sure why this was leaking we set up a fuel can to catch the drips until the level was low enough for it to stop. The following day, on a break from work, a YouTube video showed how this should have been tightened up. Another day, another thing learned.

With fuel to the carbs, surely the MG would now fire up and continue running? Sadly not, the carbs refused to take the fuel and the removal of the lid from the float chamber revealed it to be dry. Oh dear. Further investigation needed, the outcome of which will be covered in a future post

07 Aug 20 ENGINE START!

I don’t really approve of ‘shouty’ capitals, but I think this entry justifies their use, albeit in the title only. Today, on my 50th birthday, we achieved the Engine Start Milestone. Let me qualify that a bit. When I say ‘we’ I mean, my Dad, mainly. When I say the engine started, I mean just that – we got it to start, but not run. This was principally because to fuel it, we were not using the main tank, but a borrowed fuel bottle hung from the bonnet catch. But it did fire up, several times and briefly make a loud ‘vroom!’ before ceasing when the fuel we had poured down the throat of the carburettor was consumed. The important point is – it starts!

So today being my 50th birthday, we had invited some close family over within the COVID regulations – so a much smaller group than usual and with the requisite social distancing. My darling wife Helen had, as usual, put on a lovely spread and guests arrived and were dining al fresco in the relaxed garden setting under the Gazebo. After waiting for what seemed to be a polite period of time, Dad said to me ‘what about the MG then’ and we discretely retired to the garage to scratch our respective heads on the non-starting issue.

Dad focussed on getting the electrical side of things sorted and this involved correctly wiring the distributor and setting the timing. This took longer than it should have done, which isn’t very interesting to record here, however after muc removal and refitting of the distributor cap and HT leads we had a spark occuring at the right time but no starting of the engine. We turned out attention to the fuel bottle and suspicious that fuel was not actually getting into the carbs, we poured (I should say, carefully measured a precise quantity of fuel) fuel into the throat of the carbs and turned the engine over. With a vroom and a puff of smoke out the exhaust the engine fired for the first time in over two years. Yes! So I am grateful to Dad (and Matt my Daughter’s boyfriend) for this birthday treat! It was all very exciting. We fired it a couple more times to see see if we could maintain the running before concluding that actually some fresh fuel in the tank and connecting the fuel pump was probably the way to go. Sadly we had run out of time, so this job was deferred for next time.

So this is a great encouragement – I’ve had a lovely birthday, which really started on Wednesday with a visit from my oldest (he not old, but I have been friends with him for the longest time) friend Phil, then a surprise gift and cake from my work colleagues on Thursday, leading to today’s event. Tomorrow we have friends over to continue the celebrations, again reined in by the regulations to a very small group. I heard someone say that birthdays should be a three day event – I’m on four days and going strong!

1 Aug 20 a step forwards

I’ve had a problem with oil leaking from the oil filters area for a while and this has prevented me progressing the engine start because cranking the engine resulted in a pool of engine oil under the car. Having had several goes at refitting the oil filter to oil cooler union, today I used my brain and had Helen in the car cranking the engine over and me looking to see where the leak was coming from. Turns out the leak was from the oil filter ONTO the connection so I was looking in the wrong place. So my focus turned to sorting this connection out and following a phone call to Dad I removed and refitted it. No leak on cranking! Problem solved. I couldn’t resist cranking the engine over to fire (which it didn’t) but I did check and I was getting no spark so at least I know one of the problems to sort out.

This lovely engine bay will sound nice too one day
Oil everywhere but where from!

Back to earlier in the day and ongoing (and off going) saga of the doors and their glass. I had previously fitted the quarter lights but on inspection the runners were perished so I recently ordered some new one from Moss and had stripped them down. So while British Grand Prix Practice and Qualifying ran on I sat in the lounge working the new rubbers into place using a blunt ended tea spoon. Apart from where it dug into my palm painfully it wasn’t too bad and I followed the general approach that Andy from Wiltshire Windscreens showed me when he fitted the front and rear screens. So with these done I loosely fitted the back in. I will tighten them when I get the glass as I think you need them loose to get the whole mechanism in and then you tighten it all up.

Also in preparation for the glass (which I need to order) I removed the lower bracket from the rear glass stay. I have ordered new ones of these with nice new felt lining but they don’t come with the bracket. Rather than put the old brackets on as they were. I decided they would be better painted. I used a Hammerite black straight to rust paint, brush applied. It doesn’t need to look good but it should be protected against corrosion hence this approach. I was a bit delayed in fitting the stays as the paint is still drying so I will need to fit those when I next get the MG out.

Waiting for these to dry before fitting

So that’s about it. Keith the TV aerial guy was passing with his mate and said Hi. A couple of other people nodded their appreciation (or sympathy or contempt it’s hard to tell) so it was an encouraging day on the MG. Last thing to say is that to save my back I towed it out the garage this morning with my CRV which worked reasonably well although I did need a willing assistant which was of course the ever patient Helen.

A closing thought about gratitude…

1 August 20 Farewell Cappuccino

So farewell to our Cappuccino, collected today from Bethany from Plymouth and her petrol head Dad.

We decided to put the Cappuccino up for sale as not being garaged was leading to its deterioration and because two classics is quite hard work. We did receive offers of a winter garage from kind friends and family but with values on the rise it kinda felt right to quit while we were ahead and see if a buyer came along. To cut a long story short, I agreed terms last week and now it’s goodbye!

I’ll always treasure my memories of this car, my first classic and a shared anniversary present for Helen and I. We’ve had some great times together in the Cappuccino and I will miss those golden times when on a warm summer evening we’d put the roof down and potter along the lanes with the exhaust burbling and the summer scents in the air.

It’s a car that gets a nice reaction and I’ve enjoyed having something that turns heads but in a fun way and is not show-offy. Once you get past the toy cars looks however this is a serious little sports car with fabulous nimble handling, that manic little engine revving to 9000 rpm and the snickety-snick gear change. Even the ride is pretty supple, although large bumps will of course bounce you, it’s actually very good at keeping its tyres planted on the road and this combined with the light and communicative steering means it makes the most of its grip and is easy to feel what it’s doing. Over about 60 it gets a bit floaty but that really missing the point of this little fella.

Certain memories stand out – driving the A4 towards Calne, an open road as the sun went down and shone off the bonnet, our day out at Bowood Classic Car show, taking Lou to her prom, meeting ten other Cappuccinos in Cambridge and terrorising the town centre, going to see my sister on a lovely sunny day, then putting the roof on and burbling home in our cosy coupe, a day out driving with Dad, to Prescott Hill Climb with Phil, taking young Abraham to Castle Combe Race Circuit and his Dad Chris giving up his seat home so his son could ride in it again – ah, good times.

And now I’ve got to stop because I’ve got a lump in my throat!

30 Jul 20 Putting my back into it

I was motivated to get outside after work today and do something useful on the MG. I have for a long time bemoaned how I routed the rear loom which turned out to foul the internal trim panels due to a temporary cognitive failure on my part. So I decided to reverse this and find a better route. Reversing the install turned out to be much simpler than I thought.

I then had to work out a better route and curiously it is remarkably unclear what this should be. After a bit of trial and error I have found a route which allows the loom to reach all the right places and also looks like a reasonable location to be clipped in place out of the way and logically. At least I hope so.

It was good to make some progress after having had a lot of (admittedly not entirely unpleasant) distractions. The only down side was a twinge in my back as the MG is getting heavier the more parts I bolt on, and my back is getting no stronger. I may revert to towing it up the drive until she’s a runner.

21 July 20 £2 Parking Entertainment

Near Padstow, there is Hawker’s Bay, a beautiful spot overlooking the Camel Estuary. After a pleasant morning in Padstow we were looking for a place to eat our freshly baked pasties. There is a field car park overlooking the beach and we identified this as an ideal location.

The car park was managed by an old Cornish gentleman with tanned skin like old leather. I enquired ‘what’s the damage?’ and he replied ‘£2’. Thinking that sounded reasonable, I handed over two pound coins and thanked him for arranging the lovely weather. ‘In’t it bootiful’ he agreed.

Being unable to access the beach as Mum (in her seventies) was unable to walk down the long and uneven path, we instead set up camp at the top of the car park and waited for the car park entertainment to begin.

Every type of vehicle and driver was represented and we witnessed different parking styles, some with more success than others. For context, the field had been cut up during wet weather and there were some fairly deep ruts now dried as hard as concrete to negotiate. Experienced drivers in ordinary hatchbacks kept their speed low, planned their approach and executed precision parking manoeuvres with aplomb. However a Range Rover sport came hammering down the hill, raising a dust cloud which blew across our picnic. ‘Sorry about that’ he grinned. Pratt. Another newer model Range Rover Sport, easily £70k of off road finesse, was also driven poorly. The driver reversed over the ruts perpendicularly and at just the wrong speed to really bounce it up and down. I’m sure his passengers appreciated that.

A transit driver which I had thought would know better started well with the right speed and approach, but then gave it too much welly and thumped his front bumper.

Naturally I parked the CRV with panache without removing the bumper, sump or exhaust and we exited without any drama.

5 July 2020 Lockdown delays

I remind myself that this blog is primarily intended (solely intended?) to record the restoration of my MGB GT. As such I should stop worrying about lack of progress, and instead record what I have been doing lately and focus on that. This is what I have been up to.

Despite some clear instructions from the old man regarding setting the timing with the second hand distributor, I havent yet got any life out of the engine. To be honest, on my last attempt I wasnt sure I had the timing quite right and it was a bit of a half-hearted attempt. Also, the oil leaked from the oil cooler to oil filter union again despite me adding the washer so something is not right there. The old man things there should be two washers at this union but that’s not what the book says, so not sure. All I do know is that when turn the engine over, it leaks at this union so something is not right. With lockdown beginning to ease, I might get my mate Mark to take a look as he lives just down the road.

On a recent half day on the MG I got fiddling with the doors and the vexed issue of the door glass. I have been struggling to get this to align and to get the regulator to operate correctly. I can get the window in the door and to go up and down but not fully down or up. On my last go at this, I loosened the rear window channel and found that as this had simply been sprayed over in the pain shop, that when removed, there was rusty metal underneath. I removed the rear channels on both doors and used hammerite ‘straight to rust’ paint to seal over the messy metal. I then ordered two new channels from ebay, which have subsequently arrived and need to be fitted. They have new linings, are not rusty and I hope will assist with fixing the glass.

I also removed the quarterlights as I wasn’t happy with how these were fitted. I obtained a quote of around £400 to refurbish them both, which I thought was a bit steep, so I will order new rubbers seals and fit these myself. This will leave one rubber seal in not great condition (on the actual glass), but that will have to be an item for the running repairs/restoration list. I stripped the quarter light and removed the main rubber seals which were very cracked and in poor condition. A clean up and new rubbers will see these go back in better condition. Its also been interesting to strip these to understand how these go together.

I made an enquiry to a local trimming firm who couldn’t help with the roof lining, but recommended two other people, one who had already failed to respond to an enquiry and one who I have yet to contact. Something to progress as I want the roof lining done by a professional.

I also recently purchased new seat rails as the ones I had were incomplete. I am holding off fitting the carpets and hence the seats until I have got the headlining done and sorted more of the electrics so that it is all tucked away.

So I have not been idle, but just not that productive on the MG during this lockdown period. To my future self I say this: the 2020 lockdown was a weird period. Following initial concerns about my employment, work settled into a work from home routine, and actually in the last two months my team and I have exceeded previous business outputs to achieve some remarkable achievements, not without some personal impact in terms of stress and workload. We have however, maintained security of employment, something I am very grateful about. Furthermore, I have prioritised time with Helen and we made good use of the fine weather while it lasted. I have taken on the role of chair of our Church PCC and DCC, joined a house group which meets weekly for Bible study via Zoom, participated in Helen’s work quiz each Wednesday and caught up with people either in person via social distancing or online. We have cleared our loft, filling an 8 yard skip and selling around twenty items on Facebook and Ebay, raising about £300. We have moved our eldest daughter into a new flat in London. We have socially distance-visited our family. I have managed the Trigg fleet of cars with multiple trips to garages for the Cappuccino, loaning of my CRV to Helen’s sister Kate and cleaned and polished Helen’s Jazz. The first few weeks of lockdown were all about uncertaintly and the novelty. The latter period has been more of a test of resilience, and now we are working through the loosening restrictions and working out what that means.

So when I wonder why progress on the MGB has slowed, I will remind myself that I’ve been a bit busy.