Day of wReckoning

First of all Bob would like to say “Ow ow ow ow ow…..”, this is due to him practically removing a knuckle while performing yet another feat of automotive ninjitsu-surgery.

Right, what did we get done. Radiator and cooling system fully plumbed in. Fuel tank broken and fixed by us today (much swearing and petrol burps), fuel pump fitted and tweaked. New hyper-budget performance-loud-bugger exhaust crafted and installed from unconventionally borrowed (stolen) pipe and a single rather fruity silencer. New brakes lines everywhere, ran inside the car so no snakes in the arse for us! Brake lines by Leonardo de Bob because they are a work of art. All exhaust bracketery made from scratch. Fuel gauge fixed but not working. Starter removed, fopped, cleaned, reinstalled and working beautifully. Petrol cap lost. Oil light working. Oil tasted and confirmed. Engine test ran and admired. Some bodywork done too.

Team Suspect Device would like to apologise for the alarming daftness of this blog. The combination of bloodloss and petrol ingestion while fixing the fuel system means it’s another evening with the Pink Heffalumps down in Dingley Dell for us.