Fresh hope

The engine was running a little hot but the journey to ‘Steve Lister Tyres Ltd’ was less than a mile. After tracking ‘out’ the offside to then tracking ‘in’ the nearside the vehicle was in perfect alignment both front and rear. The total time was less than ten minutes, the cost £30.00. A few miles down the road Chris waited to examine the more serious problem of the faulty fan. As I arrived at Westmead the water gauge was registering close to three quarters this was becoming a problem. Chris emerged from the front door having heard the engine roaring down the cul-de-sac soon to pull up onto the drive. After securing the battery terminals thus eliminating the danger of ‘shorts’ that could potentially ignite the entire wiring loom his attention focussed on the ‘broken’ fan. Reaching down towards the radiator fiddling with one of the connectors the fan burst into life. ‘Mon fuckin’ Dieu’ I have been stressed over this problem since it first emerged in early December; with the tweak of experience the problem has gone away. “I can’t understand why Kevin hasn’t found this simple fault; I did mention to him that there could be the likelihood of wiring defect in the power sender recommending that the unit must be the first element of his diagnosis but he has obviously ignored my advice. He also said that he checked all other connections declaring that the fan must in fact be ‘scrap’. He’s had the car for four friggin months and done ‘jack’, I am very pissed off! ” To add fuel to the flames Alan had phoned earlier stating that the original battery was in fact ‘taking’ a charge, I should collect the unit tomorrow when it is fully completed. 

The only positive piece of information to emerge from ‘Robinson and Douglas’ has been delivered in the form of a ‘new’ car trimmer that Kevin uses regularly for his Porsche customers. ‘Gabbit and Brown’ are located in the Towngate Works, Dark Lane Mawdesley. Chris plans to ‘fix’ the minor faults on the Burlington this afternoon offering a window for me to search out this trimmer.

After finding his workshop I quickly realised that Tim Brown is the complete antithesis of Mad Michael. He proposes to garage Bertie for the next three weeks whilst I am France. He will fabricate the tonneau over that period or even later when his work load subsides. Michael can now remain permanently on Mars or better still in the ‘fuck off’ bin, another of the numerous arseholes who have littered the project from day one.

Perhaps Kevin could hitch a lift, I don’t really care which vacuous pit either of them finally reside.

Overall this has been a memorable day: the car fired almost instantly after four months of storage, the electric fan is not terminal and a new ‘responsible, professional trimmer has been discovered. I have not experienced such joy for quite a while.