My House 2012
The day a monster was born!

 

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Friday Night and I drive straight from work to Luton Airport to collect Edd. He’s kindly come all the way from Germany to help work on SHW. (He likes to be British sometimes, ‘vor strung derk’). Edd, Spot and I generally get together about this time of year to do a show, (Enfield), or work on one of the cars. Back home after a cuppa I show Edd SHW and said to him that no way on earth will we get this started over a weekend. I asked Edd to list what needs to be done and stop him after a while, as he was reeling off a list as long as you’re arm. We end the day having a laugh while we tried to fix the large water hoses because I didn’t have any that fitted properly. (The system was even on backwards). We knew come Saturday and the arrival of the ‘Dark Lord’ that the first words he’d utter when looking at what we’d done would be; “chods”. (And we were right). With Edd’s ‘jet-lag’ kicking in we had a beer and called it a night and went to sleep in preparation of ‘Daft Vader’s’ visit the next day.

Saturday morning I took Edd a cuppa at eight because we had to be ready for nine when his Lordship would appear. Now when he says he will be with you at nine he really does mean nine. I don’t know how he does it, could be teleporting or perhaps Rova is fitted with a ‘flux capacitor’ but just as I said to Edd it’s almost nine, the door opens and in he glides. Spooky! After bowing low I make a cuppa and was just making a second when Paul arrived. By ten we were in the garage and given our tasks by the one who has to be obeyed. Edd started working out a wiring diagram, as there was no wiring loom of course. Paul and Edd then started working on the electrics. Spot started on the rockers, points and other engine bits and I was tasked with the exhaust headers. (Is there a reason I get the simple jobs?). We all managed to get on with our bits and not really get in each others way at all. Plenty of garage banter of course and as I guessed they all thought my sump was a masterpiece and took plenty of pictures so show their friends. I had to pop out at one point to get some ¾” heater hose and was longer than anticipated because I got talking to a bloke who use to race Rover V8’s and wanted to talk about them. Nice bloke, said he had some parts I could have and gave me the address of his garage but I had to cut him short. Back at my garage all was well and things were progressing. Spot started fitting the rockers after cleaning up the points and asked for the last pushrod! This is where we hit our one and only snag of the whole weekend. Now I had dismantled, cleaned and reassembled everything and wrapped the pushrods with masking tape, to keep them together but it seems one was missing. Now why I should get the blame for this is beyond me but I did. We searched every inch of the garage for about an hour until I found it un-cleaned and untouched since the dismantling in a box. Is it my fault I can’t count to sixteen? Joanne was keeping us well water with tea and coffee and we only stopped for bacon sanies cooked by her own fair hands. The hard work continued for the rest of the afternoon. The lads had set-up the GT dash to check the oil pressure and Edd had even set-up a light to see if the alternator was working. They used an under dash tray gripped to the inner wing top, with a screwdriver as a key to the barrel less ignition switch. Pure genius! I joked that they should have not worried about all that but just got my new indicator working. Just before Paul left for home we wired up the battery and tried to turn her over to check for oil pressure. (Spot had earlier removed the oil pump, rubbed it down, (don’t know) and packed it with Vaseline). Spot had given me the battery some weeks ago and I’d been charging it regularly, but it wasn’t strong enough to turn the beast over. Paul drove his car in the garage and we jumped the battery from that. After a few turns we got a good 20psi which, I’m reliably informed was good for a V8. With this done Paul said his farewells and I thank him for his time and effort. Joanne, Janet and Derek then made an appearance and asked if we were starting the car. Edd and I looked over at our leader who then said “okay”. Spot and I set about lashing up an exhaust. The headers were on but that’s all. He’d brought with him some old small bits of pipe and we started jamming one bit into another until it would reach SHW’s two rear over axle pipes which I’d got down from the loft. At least these had a box on each so hopefully that would keep the noise down a bit so as not to wake the neighbours or make our ears bleed. By half passed seven we were ready for a try. Edd had checked everything over, I wondered about opening the garage door so it didn’t get blown off and Spot was double checking the exhausts. I got ready with the camera, Spot took the choke and accelerator controls and Edd would turn the key, (screwdriver). At this point Joanne, Janet and Derek ran away! With the petrol pipe lowered into the can we were set. (By this time the estate had replaced Paul’s car for battery power). Edd turned the screwkey and she turned over. After a few seconds number one plug tried to fire, then a few seconds later number two, then slightly quicker number three, then miracle of miracles she burst into life. Spot got covered in dust and crap from the garage floor as I’d put the fan back on but who cares, she was running. She even sounded quite good; no rattles or knocking could be heard. Close your eyes and it could have been a Spitfire ready for take off! Our smiles were as big as the world’s biggest smiley face competition winner and then some. I was high, Edd was amazed and Spot was gobsmacked! And to top it all off Edd had even wired up my new indictor to a switch on the dash, I nearly cried. After a wash up, an Indian, beer and wine was order of the day and plenty of re-runs of the great moment on the computer to accompany it.

I got up later than expected on Sunday morning and made the tea. While I waited for the kettle to boil I watched the video again twice on the camera just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. We didn’t get back in the garage until about ten thirty and just had to start her up again. Before we did Spot showed me how to adjust the floats in the carbs as yesterday she started overflowing from them, which is why we turned her off. I hadn’t touched the carbs at all so he did one and I checked the other. We found a sticking adjuster screw and the floats and jets needed sorting. Once back on she started with me at the controls and Spot videoing. We even managed to get her ticking over nicely and the carbs didn’t leak once, unlike the GT radiator which eventually started flooding the place. (I’d only used that because I didn’t have a header tank for the TVR radiator that came with the engine). I couldn’t have been more made up if you’d covered me in mascara, lipstick and rouge! After Spot had done some testing on the lathe he left for home and I took Edd to Thame and returned home to clear the garage up a bit still looking like a Cheshire Cat. God I slept well Sunday night.

Monday was a sorting out the garage day and some odd jobs for Joanne. I also got the estate into the garage to do the usual checks plus adjust the brakes and give her a look over. The MOT is due shortly and the only thing that might be a problem that I could see is the nearside track rod end rubber. (Hopefully the MOT man doesn’t read this site). All the wheel bearings seemed okay and I even fixed the reversing lights that had stopped working. With that done I dug out the three old nearside outer wings I had. All have a certain amount of rust, some more than others. Paul’s was the best one with only the top cap rotten and the lower sill part. SHW’s original was all rust apart from the arch which will be cut off. Edd had given me an old white wing which had a good top cap so I decide to do something gentle and cut it off to fit to Paul’s. After cutting it off and rubbing it down I found it had been repair before so I needed to remove the headlight section to get into the corners and de-rust it properly. I called it a day at seven as I was totally knackered. I sat with Joanne aimlessly watching the telly and having a sneaky look at the videos on the camera when she caught me and told me off. Her words, “not again, leave it alone, that’s enough now”. Little does she know I could never get enough of watching the first start, she will never understand!

Many thanks to the lads for all their hard work and support; it was truly amazing to get it all done in a day. I will remember you all in my will!

Enjoy the two video's below over and over again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday's tickover.

Bestest Day Ever!

Edd doing my work!

Bestest Day Ever!

Spot evjoying himself.

Bestest Day Ever!

Final tweaks.

Bestest Day Ever!

Admiring 'our' work over tea.

Bestest Day Ever!

Testing for pressure.

Bestest Day Ever!

Screwkey in place.

Bestest Day Ever!

Pressure up.

Bestest Day Ever!

Indicator on.