You can keep that sort of adventure.
I'd rather be sure I could get from A to B.
:)
I did a couple of corners last night trying to light up the ESP on the Focus. Couldn't do it despite the rain.
Edited by GroovyMucker on 14/11/2009 at 14:47
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Ah making room for a blinking great tool box, and carrying a large bottle of water (for the car) and the odds and ends you might need, points, condensor couple of spare plugs, the perfectly serviceable fan belt you replaced, towrope, footpump, jump leads, isopon etc and something to lie on.
Always made sure you had torch and wet/cold weather clothes and a brolly...still carry them you never know.
I miss the way it was back then, how some of us would pull up and give someone a hand to fix their breakdown, or give them a tow if needed, or help change a tyre ...years since fellow truck drivers would do that, they'd run you over soon as look at you now in many cases.
Changed head gaskets on the side of the road commonplace.
It's not 50's and 60's Britain any more, i'm glad it's virtually unheard of for normal cars to break down, i'm pleased swmbo and our other loved girls can press one button and lock the doors, and that she's street wise to the antics of scams and worse and she's not afraid.
It's no longer the type of country especially in cities to have those wonderful memorable motoring adventures.
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Always made sure you had torch
Except that when you came to use it you inevitably discovered that the batteries had leaked and covered the torch in a brownish white substance, rendering it useless. Ah, zinc-chloride batteries, something else thankfully long consigned to the technological graveyard.
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Here is a truncated mechanical adventure.
I took my low-mileage Skoda Estelle 130, mechanically quiet except for noisy half-shaft bearings, to Prague to get the half shafts done and see the place.
The parts weren't available but the car was given a service it didn't need. On the way back it started to misbehave. I got an idee fixe about exhaust valve seat recession - it did have some - and failed to remove the carburettor and blow out the blocked idle jet that was really causing the trouble. After nightmarish periods in a Paris underground garage and a Sussex barn that damn near killed me, the car was much worse with the cylinder head off another car. Then the engine cooked itself.
Damn!
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