Long, Productive And Catastrophic.

My day, well yesterday actually, long, productive and catastrophic. Maybe the 'hook' is a bit over dramatic. There again, when you get home and your cars on fire, one could be excused for using that attention grabbing word.

There again, for me it came more under the heading of 'Meh' which seems to be a more modern term, akin to 'It ain't all that'

You know, I still haven't finished giving you the notes I've been going over yet. It can wait, patience is a virtue, after all. As Mr. Nicholson, or should I say Torrance, says. 'All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy' True that.

Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. Hmm, that sounds familiar. Anyway, yesterday, once more. Sorry, I'll stop now.

After apologising for 'posting and running' I ran to the garage, had lunch and then we (well I was there) set about rectifying the bonnet issue. Two and a bit hours later it was done and back in place, working as William Lyons intended. Did you know he started out making sidecars for bikes. Swallow Sidecar Company was founded in 1922. Go figure. Amazing what you can do with little bit of ambition and some good old-fashioned hard work.

Back to me. By the time I was ready to leave it was dark and it became apparent I was having 'lights' issues. It was like disco version of 'Whac-a-Mole', add to this, I had one of the front brake calipers not working, which made for some interesting braking. Still, these are pleasures we endure when taking on a less than modern vehicle. Both to be dealt with another time.

I stopped for petrol on the way home, leaving the lights on, just in case. The next few hundred yards were sublime. It appeared that the non-functioning brake had remedied itself and the car just wanted to stay straight and true. Then it didn't.

I was about two and a half miles from home. The brake caliper had not only decided it was going to work, it wanted to show off its prowess by remaining on, permanently. So for the remainder of the journey, it did its utmost to slow me down. It did a very good job, impressive.

By the time I rolled up outside the house, you might be forgiven in thinking I had bought my own personal smoke machine with me. The front of the car was engulfed with smoke and the disc behind the front wheel was red-hot, with flames coming off it. Whoops. Still, nothing that three jugs of water couldn't cure. Oh, I forgot to mention that the accelerator kept sticking on, obviously felt left out and wanted to join the party.

So, not really catastrophic. It will be a conversation starter later today, at the garage, for sure. It was though, a long and productive day. Plus it was 'Sleepover City' when I got home, which was nice. When I finally managed to drift off into sleepsville, there came a hammering at the door. Child number three had left his key at home. Sigh.

It's all good though. The bonnet is sorted, I know where the issue is for the disco-lights and I now know that the brakes will need a proper overhaul. It's all good material for 'Jag' site, whenever that gets off the ground. Do think we could decimalise 'time'. Maybe just up it to 25 hours in a day, that would work. Who should I see about that ?

Right then, baubles it is. They've left decorations up to me this year, lol what were they thinking.

A joyous day is wished for you all.

Twack Romero.