It’s alive!

After 6 months of standing (with a mere 5 years before that) I was a little sceptical as to whether the Minor would burst into life or sit there idly while I turn the key. My heart was racing… I turned the key and… nothing. Only then remembering that I’d disconnected the battery some time in March I popped her open and reconnected the juice.

One little turn of the key and she rumbled into action, coughing and spitting 6 months of cobwebs and then… well. It wasn’t exactly dainty or beautiful, but she was running. Uneven, too fast, and kicking out a cumulonimbus of smoke. Still… any life is good life. Checking plugs and compressions will be the next step.

Before the triumph of her sewing-machine-like purring I was also rewarded by the gift of a buggered thumbnail and a rear, driver side drum brake. Finally got the bastard off after a combined effort time, over the last couple of days, of probably 90 minutes. All sorted now though so only the front to worry about. Then the exhaust. Then the rust. Then the electrics. Then the engine. Hmm…