I would like to make an apology. Contrary to what I have written in the past, classic cars are actually rubbish.
After waiting four years for my Mini Cooper to be returned to the road, I actually took to the road in adverse weather conditions last week to bring it home.
In four years I’ve clearly grown soft and stupid. The noise I was expecting. My Mini doesn’t have anything resembling sound proofing, but I really should have taken ear plugs. The vibration, however, was more of a surprise. I hadn’t realised that the entire bulkhead was such a brilliant conductor of complete bedlam.
The rebuilt gearbox just needed to be treated gently and it snicked around pretty slickly. Less acceptable was the temperature gauge that swung right towards the part marked ‘H’. I have experience of these situations and waited for the appearance of steam whilst I looked for a suitable place to pull in.
Well, the steam never happened and then I stopped to let things cool for a bit, then with suitable protection in place removed the radiator cap. It was brimming with coolant, which was nice.
The engine has been rebuilt, so if it is tight and needs 600 miles to loosen up that would explain the high temperature. Trouble is, there are not many dials to look at and that one really grabs the attention.