Don't worry, we're using oil and nothing else, used most likely as it's the sort of thing that sits around for a while waiting to be disposed. The reason for taking the head off is simply that it'll likely need the head gasket doing anyway after such a long period of doing nothing and it makes sense to do it while freeing the engine off rather than waiting for it to go. Because of the weather, nothing is happening anyway, and what funds I'd like to divert to the Renault are going to have to go on the beige Princess in the short term so it's a slow thing right now.
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Today I had determined to get myself out to Derby to collect some stuff. First up was to check the car over and I found that the sidewall on one of the tyres was badly cracked so I pulled the alloys off - also finding someone had spat on one of my locking wheel nuts! - and put the steels back on with the decent-ish tyres. I can't afford £80 a corner for the tyres to go on the alloys so this is the best solution. On pumping up the tyres since the steels have been in the shed long enough to lose some pressure, my single barrel foot pump split its hose so I took that back for a refund since it's only managed to pump up 5 tyres. Not so bargainous after all.
I also really have to stop leaving main beam on, I seem to do it all the time since fitting the earlier dash as unless it's night time, the blue telltale really isn't that visible. Other drivers seem not to care, they're only sealed beams so hardly dazzling.
I gave the neighbour back the Rover radiator he'd given me for the Polo as it should fit his MG Kettle and he, in turn, gave me a very nice old tyre pressure gauge which really is a lovely thing as well as being rather useful. Quick check under the bonnet showed that the thermostat housing was leaking again but very clearly from the cap which hadn't seated properly. Took some fine files to the chemical metal repair to reprofile the housing properly and now the leak is gone and the cap seats correctly.
Set off to Derby, queue 50mph road works on the M1 and a 45mph Daewoo Matiz/Chevrolet Spark after the road works, torrential rain, slow lorries... not the best day for it. I wondered why people were leaving so much space behind me too until the wind caught the spray, bringing it into view of my mirrors, I was kicking up which was so bad it made me look like the Top Gear Hovervan. I could fit mudflaps, or I could just keep this as a safety feature.
First stop to meet a fellow enthusiast who had a gift of some lovely asbestos filled brake shoes for me, these are destined to go on the red Princess and completes the last piece of the known brake component needs on it.
That bit went rather smoothly really, bit of a natter before heading off to my next target who wasn't too far away. Enter Derby rush hour and people performing some of the worst overtaking and bullying techniques I've ever experienced with my visibility somewhat reduced by fogged rear side windows and a rain blurred rear screen. The the satnav packed up on me, didn't blow a fuse this time it had just decided it didn't want to charge at all. Got my atlas out to find it was rubbish and didn't tell me where I was at all as it wasn't a small enough scale and after asking for directions from a passerby I found myself properly lost in a place I'd never been to before.
Contact was made with the guy I was to meet and he came over in his 240 estate to lead me to safety. Got off the phone, tried to start the Princess and it flooded, somehow managing to give me that old summer time hot start issue in February on the wettest day ever. Left it a bit and it fired up no bother then I followed the 240 to the destination where the satnav could be charged and I could pick up these lovely things.
I may fit both or just one to the beige wedge and one of the spare fog lights I now have will be mounted on the parcel shelf to serve as a high level brake light, something that would be very useful in traffic as it'll make me that much more visible.
All in all it was about 100 miles in horrible weather on choked motorways but I got to meet a couple of good eggs and go to a place I've never been before (well, I'm not counting going through on a train), Oh, and to finish off, this grey house is the first house I lived in, though it was only for the first few months of me being alive so I don't remember. I stopped to photograph something else, turned around and saw this neat photo-op.
