Sunday, 25 March 2012
The first road of summer
And dry roads.
A simple weekend trip to the shops takes on the air of Mad Sunday at the Isle of Man TT as you jostle for space with sports cars and bikes of all ages ridden or driven with wildly varying levels of enthusiasm and ability. A toxic mix alongside all the regular crop of myopic weekend drivers, the usual corners with hastily repaired holes in the hedges start to sport broken bits of fence again.
Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, that's what I say.
The Wreck has not seen much use over the winter. I've run it up on a regular basis and taken it gingerly out over a few minor roads to keep it ready to go, but fear of corrosive salt has kept it away from main roads. No worries about that now, so off I went at a sedate 50 miles per hour. The heater is now permanently plumbed in so I had the window down, it's a car that positively invites you to drive with an elbow resting on the door.
And I'm pleased to report that it's doing well. It starts on the button, the clutch is behaving itself and all the oil and coolant is staying where it should. I had a minor worry when the oil light flickered on briefly at idle, but soon found out that it was a function of the oil level tending toward the lower line. I've been there before with Wrecks.
I spent a while removing some tired five-decade-old paintwork to attack a patch of surface rust. Maybe I'm afflicted, but I found the resulting pattern of paint layers and polished metal to be rather pretty.