A case of Claustrophobic Gearbox

June 8, 2016

This morning I had to rush over to the guys who fitted our front door for a replacement letterbox. The flap failed first thing this morning as the lads were getting off the school and with rain forecast I was intent on replacing it before getting in to work.

Tragically, my car had other ideas. Specifically, the gearbox developed a taste for the outdoors life and made a bid for freedom. A gentle pop signalled the failure of the housing and a rhythmic splurging noise the rapid exit of very warm and dirty oil. I didn’t know this at the time, I just recognised the sounds of something very very wrong. Read the rest of this entry »


Kindness of Strangers

August 29, 2014

Very quick note to say thanks to James.

On Tuesday, when everything went horribly and comically wrong for me, I ended the day by running out of fuel just outside Aldridge. My passenger Pete called his wife to ask her to come to our rescue, but before she could reach us a passing motorist turned round and came back to check that we were OK.

James was not only a pleasant young man showing excellent character. He also had 40 litres of unleaded fuel in his boot, destined for his rally car.

You really can’t put a price on timing like that. A couple of litres in my motor and I could limp to the petrol station. Pete was astonished. I was delighted. James was a hero.

Thanks James.


Fixing the car wtih a paintbrush… or why I need to remember my tool kit.

June 3, 2013

On the road yesterday, we were taking the family on a trip up north. Well, as far as Tatton Park anyway. We were queueing to get in when suddenly I heard this whining sound from somewhere under the bonnet. Read the rest of this entry »