Boy meets car, boy loves car, boy buys car. Evil witch casts spell on car making all the electrics fail and the body go a funny flakey brown colour...
Boy cries. But from the curse comes a better thing, he learns the beauty hidden within, sees past the apparent and starts to believe in what will be, on day. Boy has a dream.
This is the (ongoing) story of a boy and his dream of something beautiful, despite it being made of faulty electrics and the cheapest steel known to man...
Told you it was like all the rest ;)
Now that's out of the way, on with the show!
Ogy arrived home from Sittingborne in fine fettle. Having been sat for upwards of 4.5 years he made the 60mile trip pretty comfortably, until my dad kerbed the gorgeous Revolution wheels entering the last turn before my garage... Ho hum.
Still, it's those little quirks make you love a car (and disown your family), right?
Next day it was time to start inspection and see what I actually had paid for.
Well, for starters non of the electrics worked anymore... Odd, but simple enough I guess.
Electrics working courtesy of a large can of contact cleaner it was onto the important bits!
But first, here's where it started:



So first thing was of course a good service and to find out why the heater, well, wasn't. The pipes got hot under the bonnet but nothing but cool (and slightly musty) air came out inside the car.
But as luck would have it, a clue presented itself when we drained the radiator.

Note. Radiator, NOT sump.
This might have had something to do with it too...

With fresh liquids and filters Ogy was sounding like a champ (welterweight) and had a pleasently rattle free engine.
Actually a bit too quiet, the exhaust was horrible and on closer inspection... A scaffold pole!


Well that wouldn't do! As it happens, a friend from a biking website was on the team with Mike Cable back in the early 90's and had a ton of spares left (as you do) so he brought me some including 2 exhaust systems. Being a subtle sort, I tried the big bore first and while it sounded the business, I suspect it wasn't exactly boosting performance (not that anyone dared find out after hearing it).
So that came off and on went an RC40, much better!
Along with the exhausts were some arches, various bits and bobs but also a cylinder head and a fish carb!
The head is way too much for my little car so I'll pass it onto someone at some point who can make use of the massive valves in it.


Where was I...
Oh yeah, so basic maintainance done it was time to look inside and try to spruce the old boy up a bit.