Originally a 2 door saloon, she underwent professional major surgery in the 1990s to become a convertible and her 1098cc was replaced with an unmolested 1.3 Marina engine from “Grumpy’s” .(Presumably a garage located in a deep, dark forest near some mines?) She had been given disc brakes at the front, dampers all round and had been wax-oiled underneath. In addition her box section had been injected, and she had had a respray in Maroon B in the recent past.
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Now this may sound like I'm a bit of a grease monkey, but as someone whose background is in biology, only half of that statement applies. All the work described above was carried out before she came to stay with us north of Hadrian’s Wall by either people who wield spanners for a living or her talented, skilful previous owner. I had a few private emails with some folk here and chatted to some lovely people with mad, crazy eyes at a couple of shows, but that was it. As a result, when I went to see her and had a test drive, it was heart not head which saw me dig out my wallet and not even haggle over the price.
I'm not quite sure why I bought her 8 years ago. Since then I have believed that my actions were part of the proverbial mid-life crisis! I knew next to nothing about cars and there was almost no history of Minor ownership in the family. It made no sense to have a classic car taking up crucial space in the garage of a then young family, nor to spend the money acquiring one. And yet that’s what I did.
(One final bit to follow but no omnibus Louise!
