LordDoig
In Third Gear
OK guys so as promised, if maybe a little late, here are the pictures and story behind my new Land Rover Series III SWB.
It was decided by myself and a group of friends that all my cars should be named after former prime ministers with a random title prefixed. So here he is, Major John Major:
Or at least thats what he used to look like.
Preface
So I bought him for pennies in Glasgow. Got insured (Footman James - brilliant), got him taxed and drove him up through the country side to St Andrews where I live. No problems whatsoever - driving one of these isn't nearly as bad as they say!...
Day 2
Clutch seized solid. Checked hydraulics reservoir - empty. Refilled, pumped, bled. Problem solved - no more leaks. Strange.
Day 3
Driving out of St Andrews to Edinburgh - engine lacking power, white smoke in the cab. Turn back. Get bus. Turned out to be oil spurting onto the hot engine from the filler tube overflow. New jubilee clip - problem solved.
Day 4
Choke cable split. Wouldn't start. Wedged choke open with hair scrunchie. Starts and runs but fuel consumption must be astronomical.
Crash #1
Coming back from the shops, downhill (about 25mph). Van parked in lane. Brake. Jerk. Skid. Crash. £3500 repair bill.
Took MJM's bumper off at roadside and pulled body back into shape. Starting to appreciate the versatility of these things now. Drove home slowly.
I assumed the reason for the crash was me being an idiot until Thursday afternoon when at about 15mph I had to brake suddenly and the same thing happened (minus the crash). Seems the front left brake is dead. Oh dear.
Crash #2
Now this was me being a complete idiot and not looking where I was reversing. Preened the side of a lovely new Megane. Very upset. More money I don't have down the drain. Suddenly how I looked at MJM changed - not so much the lovable fat kid at school, but rather the automotive equivalent of John McClane on a bad day.
Today
So here is what he looks like today:
So, the good bits...
I would love to hear your thoughts on him - or indeed your own stories, and I'll keep you guys up to date with any work done and what I learn day to day.
Sean
It was decided by myself and a group of friends that all my cars should be named after former prime ministers with a random title prefixed. So here he is, Major John Major:
Or at least thats what he used to look like.
Preface
So I bought him for pennies in Glasgow. Got insured (Footman James - brilliant), got him taxed and drove him up through the country side to St Andrews where I live. No problems whatsoever - driving one of these isn't nearly as bad as they say!...
Day 2
Clutch seized solid. Checked hydraulics reservoir - empty. Refilled, pumped, bled. Problem solved - no more leaks. Strange.
Day 3
Driving out of St Andrews to Edinburgh - engine lacking power, white smoke in the cab. Turn back. Get bus. Turned out to be oil spurting onto the hot engine from the filler tube overflow. New jubilee clip - problem solved.
Day 4
Choke cable split. Wouldn't start. Wedged choke open with hair scrunchie. Starts and runs but fuel consumption must be astronomical.
Crash #1
Coming back from the shops, downhill (about 25mph). Van parked in lane. Brake. Jerk. Skid. Crash. £3500 repair bill.
Took MJM's bumper off at roadside and pulled body back into shape. Starting to appreciate the versatility of these things now. Drove home slowly.
I assumed the reason for the crash was me being an idiot until Thursday afternoon when at about 15mph I had to brake suddenly and the same thing happened (minus the crash). Seems the front left brake is dead. Oh dear.
Crash #2
Now this was me being a complete idiot and not looking where I was reversing. Preened the side of a lovely new Megane. Very upset. More money I don't have down the drain. Suddenly how I looked at MJM changed - not so much the lovable fat kid at school, but rather the automotive equivalent of John McClane on a bad day.
Today
So here is what he looks like today:
So, the good bits...
- Owning a piece of British history is a huge thrill.
- Owning a piece of British history that works is an even bigger thrill.
- People get out of your way.
- That old Land Rover smell.
- Feeling 5 years old again.
- The racing seats and harness (from a safety point of view).
- The fuel consumption (thanks to the overdrive and the big tyres, bith of which I didn't expect to be there when I bought it).
- 24k on the clock and according to the DVLA that's true
- The ability for even somebody like me, who's never worked on a car before, to fix (nearly) anything.
- Driving one of these day-to-day can get a bit scary. It's easy to forget how huge they are.
- Steering shakes at 50mph and above.
- Everything will break one day.
- Both crashes. God knows where that money's going to coming from.
- Never trust the fuel gauge - even after you've dismantled the buoy and convinced yourself you've fixed it.
- It needs the stopping distance of an Airbus A380 (or maybe that's just me).
- Steering is heavy. I had to do a 3-point turn on a roundabout one day.
- It's true that one of the wonderful things about these cars is that anybody can learn how to fix and modify them, but this is also a big drawback - PO's can "fix" and "modify" them too. Case in point, the steering wheel nut that fell into my hands when I took the horn button off - I'm sure Haynes said that was to be put on at 40lbs torque...
- The racing seats and harness (from an authenticity point of view).
- Some PO thought it was a great idea to put a noisy sports exhaust on it. My friend who lives 1/4 mile away can hear me coming into my drive at night. It's ridiculous.
- This same PO left the speedo cable resting on the exhaust. It's now burnt into two bits. Great!
I would love to hear your thoughts on him - or indeed your own stories, and I'll keep you guys up to date with any work done and what I learn day to day.
Sean