Recycling

It has been an interesting few weeks here, I’ve been far busier than any person has any right to be and have been well and truly burning the candle at both ends.  This has definitely caught up with me today and I’ve been struggling to be motivated physically or mentally to get anything done beyond the barest work essentials.

So what’s been keeping me so occupied?  First of all was the opportunity to own the first Princess off the production line.  This is, to me, an historically important vehicle and one that I would very much like to own but it has arrived at a time when I simply cannot give it the time, money and effort it requires.  I did manage to secure storage, but the time frame to get it delivered to the storage location compounded with other car issues meant it was just one car too far at the moment.  A shame, it will take an enthusiast of truly moronic proportions like myself to put this one back on the road.

To make things worse, I got a tip off from a friend shortly after struggling to meet the requirements of the number one Princess of a car less than ten miles away from me, complete, and sitting in a breaker’s yard.  I went over with the intention to just have a look and see what price he wanted for important things like suspension spheres.  I was quite surprised to see a vermillion 1979 1.7 HL which was remarkably complete and original bar the addition of a towbar.

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This car gave me something of a quandary.  It’s done about 75,000 miles, has had only 2 previous owners and has been off the road since 1995.  Brand new outer sills were fitted, the interior was practically brand new and overall the car appeared to be in reasonable fettle.  I’d taken my beige Princess for a pre-MoT check over to find it needed a little welding, a wheel bearing and some attention to the steering components on the passenger front corner as well as a service of the brakes to get them up to spec. There was every chance on initial inspection that this orange car would prove easier to MoT than my beige one.  Not a pleasant situation to be in as the beige car has its faults but not so many it should be binned.

The sensible course of action was to get digging into the orange one and inspect the trouble spots.  Thankfully, after two years of ownership, I now know where to look on Princesses to find just where they will rot and the orange car had gone in just about every location it could.  With the exception of the driver’s front footwell and the top of the rear screen surround, the orange car was worse in every location than the beige car and this, combined with all the other work involved to recommission the car, sealed the orange one’s fate as a breaker to keep my beige car going and to get the red car up and running that bit better.

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I don’t like breaking cars if I can help it, I like scrapping them even less, but this car had more value in parts than as a restoration project.  Yes, the car could have been restored, the areas that had rotted were all fixable.  It’s clearly had work done on the rear axle which I shall be swapping over to the beige car along with some other items like the good thermostat housing, the radiator that looks in good order, some of the front wing that is crushed on the beige one and so on.  But I haven’t the time, money or energy to restore this one at the moment and I’m in desperate need of a few crucial parts that I can’t afford to otherwise purchase at the moment.

Better yet, the interior in the orange car was, after a clean, very nearly pristine with only the inner sill carpets, one interior door grab handle and a broken window winder to complain about.  The seats are still like new with no fading, collapsing foam, or torn velour.  Almost the whole interior has made it across to the beige car, with only a few items I didn’t need going into storage or helping the red car’s interior look that bit better.  Not being a fan of all black interiors, I’ve brightened things up with my crochet seat covers.  This is easily the best condition interior I’ve had in any of my cars and I will make every effort to keep it that way.

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I have a tight time frame to get the orange car dismantled, all the bits cut off the bodyshell I want and the remains collected by the local scrap metal recycler so I shall be exhausted for a few more days to come.  The car more than pays for itself, all the same, the interior and rear axle alone – with pivot shafts that aren’t seized, no less! – are worth what I paid for the whole car and with some of the parts being of use to other Princess owners as well as my own cars this orange car will live on by helping others to survive for at least one more year all being well.

 

The Other One

Today, as I have before, I’m going to talk about Princesses.  Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with ill-fated Royals, we’re still sticking to the car theme here.  Now, for some time I’ve been enjoying the daily tootlings in my HL and she’s been good as gold for the most part but this morning, without provocation, something happened and she had a bit of a break down.

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It’s every hydragas car owner’s nightmare, really, especially since spheres are made of unobtanium now.  The chances of finding a new replacement unit are slim to none and nobody – to my knowledge – is making reproduced spheres.  Thing is, suspension spheres rarely fail so I can’t imagine there was ever much demand, but the one on my passenger rear appears to have failed all on its own.  I did jack up the car to see if it might have been the pipe and that just highlighted how rusty the sphere was and caused a lot of fluid to come gushing out which means the old girl has even more of a lean on now than above.

However, all is not lost.  I’ve managed to find another Princess in a scrapyard 50 miles away – which is practically local when it comes to Princess spares – and I’ll be getting replacement parts that should see me wafting along again soon.  A local hydragas specialist is willing to come out and pump up both cars post-repair too so it’s all lined up to get everything working.

Which brings me neatly to what I planned to talk about:  the other car.

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For the grand sum of nothing – I’m not including the cost of delivery as I’d’ve incurred that even if I’d paid for the car – is this, a 1981 run-out year HLS model with the 2 litre version of the O series engine my HL is fitted with.  It needs more mechanical attention than bodywork and the shell is remarkably solid given it’s done 145,000 miles and has been off the road since 1997/8.  It’s also filthy, but I’m working on that.

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It was probably laid up due to head gasket failure, something we diagnosed when we got the car running briefly.  It needs a fresh coat of paint, some fresh tyres, a damned good clean and a new carpet beyond that.  It’s actually in reasonably good order overall and I’m hoping to get it on the road by the end of the year  Even polishes up okay.

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It’s been suggested many times that I make one good car out of the two but I’d far rather see both on the road together as neither one is that bad it warrants being broken for parts.  Of course I want more of them, but funds and space will not stretch further than they are.

I’m somewhat relieved I’ve parted company with the Golf, which my brother has taken on and is far more enthused about than I ever could be.  In our next update you’ll likely learn just how well or badly my adventures with replacing suspension spheres has gone.

Now, where were we?  Ah yes, more old British cars.Image

Unfortunately, on the day I missed out on some of the events and goings on thanks to being rather violently unwell just before Brooklands and feeling somewhat woolly on the day.  I soldiered on, I only told almost everyone I met how ill I was, I didn’t want to make a fuss after all, you know how it is.  Anyway, some things did make me feel better like this rather handsome Oxford/Cambridge neatly lowered over some period Wolfrace slot mags.  I don’t think there’s a single car I’ve seen slot mags applied to that didn’t suit them and this was certainly giving me the grabby hands.

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From the sublime, elegant lines of the Farina cars to the less stylish scribblings of the 70s and 80s.  That’s right, it’s Maestro time.  This Maestro was a very early Austin one and looked remarkably tidy with no real evidence of arch and door rot so common to the marque.

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There were a handful of Maestros there, including a late Rover (Ledbury, to be precise, I think it’s the navy blue on in the shot below) Maestro that had snuck in on a technicality.

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Also in attendance was this 2ltr injection powered Mayfair Montego, yet another car that has become a rare sight but was once quite common and everyday.

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You can see another once common, everyday car in the background of the above shot; the Austin Princess.  I could wax lyrical about the Austin Princess, I’m a bit of a fan, but I shan’t in this instance.  Suffice to say that most of the Princesses and Ambassadors disappeared pretty much overnight in the 1990s when you’d struggle to give a good one away, let alone sell it.  Thankfully, a few have survived with the right owners and a good number made it to Brooklands.  I would have liked to have been there in my own, but recent events had conspired against me.

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Glorious!  Best of all, I collected the spare seats the owner of the white wedge above had brought for me so there will be improvement on my own Princess just as soon as I get to dismantling and rebuilding the seats with all the best bits from both sets.

One of the other numerous attendees were the Metros.  There’s still a lot of Metros about, I think sometimes I forget how old they are now because they still are very much a part of the scenery.  It was nice to see the really early sunken headlight version as well as the blast-from-my-past white City parked next to it.

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