On Friday, due to the dungy road works that are killing Kidderminster, I had to go on a very large and quite wonderful drive around various villages and lanes with the top down and the v8 burbling. Well, when I say burbling, I mean coughing and spluttering. For most of the way back, all was well if I drove with the choke out. That was until I was about to stop at a junction when the choke had to be shoved back in very quickly! the tune lasted a long time eh?!
So. An enjoyable little trip was had apart from the damned clunking. It must be something to do with the transmission? Over the weekend, I decided to get underneath the beast and have a nose around. There appears to be some play inn the propshaft. After consulting the great (?) Haynes, it suggested that a clunk on gear change is indeed the bearings in the propshaft. Huzzah!
Or not so huzzah as I now have to get my "not really designed for car repairs torso" (herein known as NRDFCRT) underneath a rusty 30 year old car body in order to remove 8 rusty 30 year old bolts from a rusty 30 year old propshaft. Oh joy.
So. An enjoyable little trip was had apart from the damned clunking. It must be something to do with the transmission? Over the weekend, I decided to get underneath the beast and have a nose around. There appears to be some play inn the propshaft. After consulting the great (?) Haynes, it suggested that a clunk on gear change is indeed the bearings in the propshaft. Huzzah!
Or not so huzzah as I now have to get my "not really designed for car repairs torso" (herein known as NRDFCRT) underneath a rusty 30 year old car body in order to remove 8 rusty 30 year old bolts from a rusty 30 year old propshaft. Oh joy.
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