Woke up yesterday morning looking forward to going to the pod. First of all though i had to fix the speedo on the cortina cos it hasnt worked for ages and i didnt fancy chancing it with all the speed cameras on the M1.
So i went down the workshop and started playing. Soon realised that the speedo drive wouldnt come out without taking the box out and i hadnt really bargained on that. It was 12 o'clock already and buy time i finished up it wouldnt be worth driving up to the pod.
So while i was sitting pondering what to do i looked over at the pinto lump i've been meaning to fit for ages. Well if i've got to take the box out i might as well make it worthwhile. So soon i'd done this.
I took the first and last picture of the crossfow nestling between the wings....
Then i pulled it out and started searching for all the bits of pinto that i put somewhere safe at the begining of the year.
Work continued into the night and after a while i got fed up with taking pictures but i got a couple of the new engine before i built it up.
Realising it was a mistake being twenty miles from home and pulling the engine out of the only roadworthy car i have, i rung a mate up to make sure i could get a lift home if anything went pete tong, then i got on with extending the wiring loom, making new fuel pipes, welding in mounting brakets for a two piece prop (no fun lying under a care in the dark trying to weld in the freezing cold) and making a new exhaust.
Finally came round to fire up time and i turned the key and it sounded like a bag of nails.
Now bear in mind how it feels to be stranded in the freezing cold at three o'clock in the morning when you've just spent the last 15 hours fitting an engine that sounds like a transit diesel. I wasnt a happy bunny.
Right, pull of the carb, of with the rocker cover and check the tappets. Some curse word hasnt adjusted them properly, oh yeah, that would be me. Reset them, bolted it all back up, started it and it purred like a kitten
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Then i tidied up all the loose ends, filled the gearbox up with oil, checked and double checked everything, put the bonnet back on and, tidied up and went home.
Got as far as the gate when the new exaust i'd made (out of lots of bits of old exhausts) caught on the kerb and ripped off.
Turned round, opened up workshop again and selected my largest hammer ;D
Finally got home at 9.30 this morning.
Its running ok but needs a little bit of tweaking which i'll do as soon as i've had a bath and gone to bed for a few hours.
So i went down the workshop and started playing. Soon realised that the speedo drive wouldnt come out without taking the box out and i hadnt really bargained on that. It was 12 o'clock already and buy time i finished up it wouldnt be worth driving up to the pod.
So while i was sitting pondering what to do i looked over at the pinto lump i've been meaning to fit for ages. Well if i've got to take the box out i might as well make it worthwhile. So soon i'd done this.
I took the first and last picture of the crossfow nestling between the wings....
Then i pulled it out and started searching for all the bits of pinto that i put somewhere safe at the begining of the year.
Work continued into the night and after a while i got fed up with taking pictures but i got a couple of the new engine before i built it up.
Realising it was a mistake being twenty miles from home and pulling the engine out of the only roadworthy car i have, i rung a mate up to make sure i could get a lift home if anything went pete tong, then i got on with extending the wiring loom, making new fuel pipes, welding in mounting brakets for a two piece prop (no fun lying under a care in the dark trying to weld in the freezing cold) and making a new exhaust.
Finally came round to fire up time and i turned the key and it sounded like a bag of nails.
Now bear in mind how it feels to be stranded in the freezing cold at three o'clock in the morning when you've just spent the last 15 hours fitting an engine that sounds like a transit diesel. I wasnt a happy bunny.
Right, pull of the carb, of with the rocker cover and check the tappets. Some curse word hasnt adjusted them properly, oh yeah, that would be me. Reset them, bolted it all back up, started it and it purred like a kitten
.Then i tidied up all the loose ends, filled the gearbox up with oil, checked and double checked everything, put the bonnet back on and, tidied up and went home.
Got as far as the gate when the new exaust i'd made (out of lots of bits of old exhausts) caught on the kerb and ripped off.
Turned round, opened up workshop again and selected my largest hammer ;D
Finally got home at 9.30 this morning.
Its running ok but needs a little bit of tweaking which i'll do as soon as i've had a bath and gone to bed for a few hours.
;D
;D
