Another fruitless day. On Sunday Lionel came round. The idea was that we were going to see how much the matrix in the heater leaked, and to see if a bottle of Radweld would sort out the problems. I assured him that it would start as it had purred the weekend (see video as proof!) before and had sort of started only a few days ago. We installed the shiny new heater hoses and topped up the water and were ready to test.
It'll start my arse. Out come the spark plugs for the 68th time and out comes a wire brush and my Black & Decker paint scraping heat gun. Once completed, it started for about 5 seconds before stopping. And then the battery died. By this time, Simon had come over to play and join in the fun. We decided to push the car out of the garage so that we could try to jump start it off Lionel's van. We missed the side of the garage by a gnat's todger. A white stripe down the OS door really would have been the final straw.
It'll start my arse. Just like Mr Ben, Paul popped around to see what was (n't) going on. The Beast now had it's very own Formula One team playing with it. Paul realised that Simon's jump leads were pooped and thus they were changed. Start my arse. We then checked the spark on one of the plugs. All was well with the spark, however, Paul noticed that the plug gap was slightly too big (a slight under statement). Out came the plugs for the 69th time and so did Simon's feeler gauges.
Paul then swapped Lionel's van with his Land Rover and brought out the thickest pair of jump leads known to man. Start my arse. He then did some things that I still don't quite understand! It went something like this: he connected the negative lead to the engine via the battery and the positive lead to the starter motor (bejaysus that made a few sparks!). It was then decided by Paul and electrical guru Lionel, that the the Beast's earth was dung as was the positive. I must admit that whatever he did, it sounded much better when the ignition key was turned. Still didn't chuffing start though.
It was at this point that whilst being ridiculed about my Beast (including the suggestion that street parties were held by the previous owner when I parted with my cash (sorry Neil!) ), that Karen brought over a plastic bag containing bits of plastic interior trim dropped off by Neil only moments before! Despite assuring them that he was actually quite a caring former owner, my "Pit Team" guffawed helplessly.
The To Do List has thus grown to include #25 change the +ve and -ve leads and battery terminals. Will it ever work again?
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