I've still not actually had that ti out on the road yet...
Life has been on double quick time recently (and well on it's way to getting a lot busier!) but just as we were toying with the idea of actually taxing and insuring the beast it wee-weed it's power steering fluid all over the driveway.
As my fellow rum-loving role model Captain Jack Sparrow might say, BUGG*R!
Well to get to the culprit corroded pipe the radiator, intercooler and air-con condensor assembly needs to come out. It's absolutely not difficult at all but it was one of those things I just couldn't be @rsed doing. I'd much rather be playing with model aeroplanes than faffing about fixing cars these days. It wasn't going to fix itself though, and it's an opportunity to fix a previous water hose bodge (got a receipt from a garage in all the paperwork for this marvel of British Engineering Incompetance).
Thine Holy PAS Pipe:
And this beauty is a "professional" job. W@nker...
The new pipe is here now, but guess what? I haven't had a chance to fit the poxy thing yet! Stroll on...
Tonight I have mostly (rather, WE) been cleaning the Jag for a special occassion this weekend. It involves driving all the way into Englandshire where this car came from. Anyone know where "BN" plates come from?
Anyway, we've even been cleaning resin polish out of the parking sensors for this, so birds be warned - keep your backsides sealed when flying near my car - at least until after the weekend!
I should really start living 36 hour days...