I got a wiper motor and an offer of marriage!
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:20 pm
This is Ana a Brit in Atlanta with a red Morris Traveller. As you may recall my wiper motor disappeared from my Traveller over the last 10 years and I reckon the MG mechanic was responsible. I think he was going to remove it to rebuild it then forgot and now can't remember a thing about it! Stange that?!
I called Jim at Brit Auto Parts in Oregon (thanks for the recommendation). He can get a working wiper motor but needs a non working one in exchange...which he will refurbish...and so on.
I was stuffed! Where on earth am I going to get a Morris wiper motor over here!
On Tuesday I had to give evidence down in St Mary's Georgia at the Historic Commission. It is a 5 hour drive. It is the last town in Georgia on the coast before Florida. I drove back through deserted country via Waycross, Folkston, Jeff Davis (a place) to Macon and then up the motorway. About 3 hours into the journey in the middle of no where I saw a load of dumped old rusted cars in the swamp and I could have sworn I saw a rusted Morris hulk.
I pulled over to a building. There were about 5 country type men outside. Baseball caps, chewing tabacco and tartan shirts on. A guy called 'Clay' had no idea what a Morris was so I had to lead him to the car through the swamp like terrain. It was a wreck. The interior totally trashed. The bonnet just laid over the engine as the hinges snapped off. We lifted the bonnet off and there was the wiper motor! Someone had removed the top half of the engine. Clay went to get his tools and while he was undoing the motor he said "Whur you frum? France?" He then said he loved my accent and asked if I was married; what I did; where I lived. He then said "I'm a simple guy...what you see is what you git" He explained that he was divorced 2 years ago and thinks he may get his truckers license. He works at the junk yard there. I asked where he lived and he pointed to a small camper van in front of the building. He told me that he could tell that I was a classy lady. He said there were women round there but he said they "ain't classy like you is. I'm wanting a woman I can share my life with.". Every time he talked he would stop undoing the motor. It took about 25 minutes for him to get that dam thing off there!
We got back to the garage and I paid the proprietor $20 for it. Clay got a bit of paper and wrote his number and said "Maybe we could go out for diner sometime. I'd even take you out for a steak diner......and we could have some wine!" (He seemed more of a 'Bud' guy.
He was a real bless but ............ I .......didn't feel any chemistry.....in fact I felt more chemistry and emotion when I was standing next to that neglected but beautiful Morris! Maybe I need therapy!
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I called Jim at Brit Auto Parts in Oregon (thanks for the recommendation). He can get a working wiper motor but needs a non working one in exchange...which he will refurbish...and so on.
I was stuffed! Where on earth am I going to get a Morris wiper motor over here!
On Tuesday I had to give evidence down in St Mary's Georgia at the Historic Commission. It is a 5 hour drive. It is the last town in Georgia on the coast before Florida. I drove back through deserted country via Waycross, Folkston, Jeff Davis (a place) to Macon and then up the motorway. About 3 hours into the journey in the middle of no where I saw a load of dumped old rusted cars in the swamp and I could have sworn I saw a rusted Morris hulk.
I pulled over to a building. There were about 5 country type men outside. Baseball caps, chewing tabacco and tartan shirts on. A guy called 'Clay' had no idea what a Morris was so I had to lead him to the car through the swamp like terrain. It was a wreck. The interior totally trashed. The bonnet just laid over the engine as the hinges snapped off. We lifted the bonnet off and there was the wiper motor! Someone had removed the top half of the engine. Clay went to get his tools and while he was undoing the motor he said "Whur you frum? France?" He then said he loved my accent and asked if I was married; what I did; where I lived. He then said "I'm a simple guy...what you see is what you git" He explained that he was divorced 2 years ago and thinks he may get his truckers license. He works at the junk yard there. I asked where he lived and he pointed to a small camper van in front of the building. He told me that he could tell that I was a classy lady. He said there were women round there but he said they "ain't classy like you is. I'm wanting a woman I can share my life with.". Every time he talked he would stop undoing the motor. It took about 25 minutes for him to get that dam thing off there!
We got back to the garage and I paid the proprietor $20 for it. Clay got a bit of paper and wrote his number and said "Maybe we could go out for diner sometime. I'd even take you out for a steak diner......and we could have some wine!" (He seemed more of a 'Bud' guy.
He was a real bless but ............ I .......didn't feel any chemistry.....in fact I felt more chemistry and emotion when I was standing next to that neglected but beautiful Morris! Maybe I need therapy!
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