Pimp my ride

So, with a long list of upgrades needed before the May trip with my wife, I made a start - by adding some stickers:

Yup, all ready now... 

Ok, only kidding - I've been very lazy. I have finalised the routes for the June Euro trip and booked all but one hotel without spending a penny so far (free cancellations all round). I've decided to sub my son for all but fuel but TBH, I may have to can the whole trip if the world (prices, wars) haven't improved by then, hence the choice of places that allow free late cancellation.

Meh

 Well, it's been a slow month or 2 since my last post - I've been out for a couple of drives but nothing too exciting to report on. Most of the effort has been planning for future trips and some interesting news; my wife has agreed to come out on a trip.

The SKCC group who I go to Wales with are planning a short, 3-day trip to Devon and Cornwall in May and my wife, in a fit of enthusiasm that will probably disappear nearer the time, has agreed to go. This is probably because I shamed her into it by telling her about Alison, who comes on all the long trips with her husband driving in a tiny Caterham.

So, in preparation for this, I need a couple of upgrades to Zedster:

1. An armrest on the passenger door, like I have on my side. We went out for a trial drive and the door kept flying open, so that needs to be done.

2. An intercom so we don't have to shout while driving. I also want it to link into the radio, so that she can hear all the banter. I've looked into a proper system (as used by racing pit crews) but they cost a fortune (£1000+). So I hope to duplicate the setup Duncan has which is a motorbike intercom which also allows for a radio to be added. I've bought (for £20) an old system of eBay from Autocom. What I didn't realise is that Autocom went under years ago, so I cannot now buy the headset accessories from their catalogue. The Autocom intercom has a stupid, 7-pin DIN plug that no-one else ever used, so there are no off-the-shelf headsets I can buy. For another £15, I bought a set of old motorbike headsets for the system which at least have the right plugs but I think I will need to buy a set of ear defenders, hack them about and try fit the bike headsets in those. Then I'll also need some sort of storage structure between the seats to fit all this stuff into, to keep it vaguely tidy.

Most importantly, I want to arrange a trip for next June, over to France and the Alps again. I planned a vague route over a week, put a long post on the RHOCAR forum about it to see if I could get any interest and 2 people vaguely replied. However, one is a guy who I know has young kids and I don't think will get a pass from his wife and the other guy suggested he was interested but he would probably use a different route and I see he hasn't logged back into the forum since he replied to me, so not looking positive.

I hoped my son might come with me but I'm not sure he can - it's too much money for him, unless I sub him. I've also asked Graham (from my last Alps trip) if he is interested.

My SKCC group are doing a 10-day trip up to Scotland around that time and when I suggested we go to France instead, one of the concerns was the long drive down through France needed. I pointed out that the drive to Scotland is just as far and much less interesting (M6 - urgh) but that didn't seem to count :-)

I've booked my non-refundable Eurotunnel ticket already (much cheaper to do it now), so I'm going :-). It is a shame to go alone but despite all the YOLO, make-the-most-of-life memes I see daily on FB, the reality is, not many do. 

Deepest, Brightest Wales

 Once again, the annual SKCC Rogue Runners trip to Wales came around, at an unfortunate time with the death of Queen Elizabeth the week before and her funeral due on the last day of our trip.

However, the weather was looking very good (amazingly, the forecasters were right) and I left work on Thursday evening to head for the hotel in Newport, thus avoiding the 4am start of previous trips. I had a smooth run there, arriving just in time for the coffee part of the meal.

Present on the trip, as well as me obviously, were:

David, Graham, Guy - Lotus Elise
Tony - Stylus
Linda - Tiger
Duncan and Alison, Brian - Caterham
Ken - MX5

Day 1 - Newport to Mold, 240 miles

The day didn't start great - felt like the Brecons was shut with the number of closed roads and roadworks being done. However, an early run up the Black Mountain road more than made up for it. We stopped at the car park at the top and, amazingly, they have re-surfaced it:

As it was empty as I left, I also took the oppurtunity to add some black rings to the new surface - tee hee.

The rest of the way up to Mold was uneventful, with some great roads, minimal traffic, sunshine and lots of sheep. The Beaufort Park Hotel was in need of modernisation but perfectly adequate, with reasonable food and we had a couple of drinks to round off the evening. 

This year, I was sharing a room with Guy - poor guy (see what I did there?). I think he managed a few hours of sleep in between my snoring.

Day 2 - Mold Circle, 220 miles

Today was a circular route through North Wales and Snowdonia, with a beautiful stop above a small lake at one point:

We were joined here by a lovely-sounding Mclaren and a couple of very shiny BMW X3Msv - would have been nice to had a play down the roads but we were just leaving as they arrived.

Shortly after, a stop at the Ffestiniog railway cafe for coffee, cake and steam engines:

Great roads continued, although I somehow managed to completely miss Harlech Castle as we drove near it - not sure how I managed that but led to much mirth and many comments for the rest of the trip.

Carried on down to Barmouth and then back to Mold via the Conway Falls Cafe, a regular stop.

Day 3 - Mold to Paincastle, 220 miles

Stupidly, I was invited to lead the group from the hotel which went well - for 20 metres. As I have the only non-TomTom satnav, my satnav told me to turn right out of the hotel. Poor unsuspecting Dave followed me while everyone else turned left. My pathfinder job was over in 10 seconds.

My satnav then took us into a new housing estate that wasn't on my map, at which point Dave roared off, wondering why he had followed me. However, my new route was actually very good and I found a great road that eventually brought me back to the others about an hour later.

On the way to Lake Vrnwy (how the heck is that pronounced?), Guy stopped and took some action shots, getting a good one of me:

At the Lake itself, we got embroiled in a half-marathon which forced us to wait at the dam for 30 minutes. Not a great hardship, as they had a great cafe with some very nice ice-cream:

 

Yet another awesome run down the Elan Valley was followed by our regular stop at the Two Hoots Cafe in Devils Bridge, which was delayed by a change to their layout, with a new car park that confused us a little (we aren't too bright). But another day, another steam engine:

The rest of the day was an enjoyable thrash to the Roast Ox pub and hotel in Paincastle. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, it was a really pretty beamed pub with excellent food and the best rooms of our trip:

Day 4 - Paincastle to Merthyr, 143 miles

As this was the Queen's funeral day, a few of us stayed at the pub to watch, planning a short route to the next hotel after lunch. The rest of us set off on what I thought was a slightly shortened route but, it turned out, half of us had decided to revert to the original longer route (which I did not have the satnav route for). 

After a 3-point turn, 3 of us set off, having a great thrash to Lake Brianne for the 11am funeral time, where we stopped to listen to the service on LW radio:

It was a surprisingly emotional place to be, silent and scenic, with just occasional birdsong to break the ambience- very fitting, I thought.

The last stint of the day was AWESOME - the Black Mountain road. On the way up, we got stuck behind a biker who absolutely refused to move over for us until I finally got a short straight to overtake on. This was just before a wonderful alpine-style hairpin bend which I took a bit sideways, leaving the scent of burning rubber in the air. I then thrashed up a few corners to the car park, to the interest of several yoofs parked there in a selection of Clio's and Abarth's. The biker trundled past and his passenger gave me the finger - fair enough, I probably did scare the crap out of them.

Guy and I then descended the road at a frankly scary (to me, anyway) speed - there were a couple of corners where I honestly thought I might have overdone it but Zedster got me round - damn, it was one of my best runs ever. 

And so Guy and I decided to do it again, him leading this time. I tried to keep up with him but he slowly edged ahead of me. If anything, this run was even better - nothing in front of us and only physics holding us back. Considering Zedster's lack of ABS or traction control compared to Guy's Elise, we did pretty well. 

On the hairpin, I was even more sideways this time, with an admiring group of bikers cheering me on (one disadvantage of the mid-engined Elise is the lack of oversteer) and the two of us roared past the car park, with the yoofs, probably attracted by my antics on the hairpin, standing on the wall to watch. The final run down was just as mental as the first. Yes, it was very childish and possibly dangerous but sometimes, you just need to.

The final hotel of the trip was in Merthyr Tydfill, one of the ugliest towns in the UK (sorry to any residents reading this - I'm sure there are some good bits but we sure didn't see them). The hotel was surprisingly interesting - an eclectic mix of styles as if they had gone through several architects during planning and a cook who really hated brussell sprouts and boiled them almost to a soup. By far the cheapest hotel, the food was OK and I slept well, despite being in very close contact to the bed springs.

Day 5 - Home, 200 miles

A melancholy meander through the Forest of Dean and the Cotswolds, with various Rogue's splitting off at different points to head for their homes. A last hoorah of B-roads before the drudge of the M4 and home by 2pm.

Epilogue

Of the 3 other Wales trips I have done, this one had the best weather and possibly the least traffic (apart from the first few hours from Newport on day 1). Also, there seemed to have been a lot of freshly tarmac'd roads which also improved the quality of our blasts.

Zedster continues to improve with age, not missing a beat in 1100 miles of high-revving debauchery.

As always, the company was a major highlight; it's great to know so many people who have such similar interests that conversation is never a chore:

Obviously, they could improve; while I was concentrating on the road, they were all staring at some bloody great castle!

Diolch i chi gyd a welai chi flwyddyn nesaf!!

Luckily, Guy did have his cameras running on that amazing Black Mountain run. The first one includes my first attempt at the hairpin - bit of tyre squeal but it felt much more impressive than it looks:

This is the more edited version:

Walton Meet

 I finally managed to make a trip to the Walton-on-Thames meet that occurs every 2 or 3 months. Lovely sunny day and took my brother for his first drive in my car and an enjoyable meet with a reasonable range of cars:

Steam-powered 1910 classic (a Taylor or something like that) - sounded exactly like a steam engine, weird! 

I always though an RS200 was quite rare but there were 3 of them here. 

A nice cafe and right on the river, so a pretty location. 

Another milestone, the first time someone else has driven Zedster - terrifying! My brother drove for a few miles and it was horrible; I'm just a useless passenger and I kept grabbing the steering wheel every time he vaguely headed towards the pavement and panicking when he went over 30mph.

We made it back in one piece, though, so all good and all ready for the SKCC Wales trip on Thursday evening. 

My kingdom for a bulb

 Zedster went in for an MOT today and failed because of a broken number plate bulb! I mean, Jees, really? He also failed it for the headlight aim being too high (it was the same last year but he let me off as it was the only issue).

A quick trawl through my spare parts bin and I found a couple of LED pads I got as part of a £3 eBay purchase. Wired those in and now my number plate light is brighter than my main units! Well, almost...

Fifteen minutes with a spanner and I've lowered the front headlight units angle. Retest booked for tomorrow and I'll take the spanner so I can adjust them again on the spot, if needed. 

But an amazing discovery on my first drive post-gearshift fix; the gear lever has hardly any vibration in it. The new rubber washers are working amazingly - I just hope they don't fall apart in a few weeks... If they don't, I'm tempted to tell GBS to update their build advice when fitting the quickshift to use rubber washers - could save others having the same problem. 

Back in gear

 So time to repair the quickshift. I ordered some steel tube to go inside the existing tube, brought out the Dremel and drilled some holes to prepare the shift for welding:

Took it to Matt who took about 30 minutes to produce this:

More Dremel grinding tidied it up, then primer and paint to make it more presentable (not that it matters as its out of sight) :

After many discussions, I decide to try and rubber mount the whole thing, to prevent cracking again in future. I've thus fitted rubber washers like this:

Look good but Holy Sweatballs, they were an utter pig to fit. First, I had to cut down 2 sets of washers because there was not enough space for them to fit against the MT75 gearbox. Then, it took skills that Cirque de Soleil would have been proud of to get the damn things in - trying to get my chunky arms in the small gap between tunnel panels so that I could hold the rear washer in place while pushing the bolt through - it took me about 2 hours of sweating, swearing and having my arms cut to ribbons by the cable ties holding the brake lines. 

Annoyingly, it really all needs to come out again. I knew that adding the washers would move the gear lever back, so I tried to adjust it by the width of the washers but, unsurprisingly, it didn't work and the lever wouldn't slot into my gate, as before. I was just too exhausted to take it all out again just to realign it, so I'm back to my gearshift gaiter for now. 

I've not even had chance to go out and check it works - I've had a horrible flu for the last few days and I've booked an MOT for tomorrow - hopefully, I'll feel up to it. 

Who needs gears, anyway?

I planned a weekend trip to Cornwall to see family - I get in the car and I can't seem to select reverse? Then I prod the gear lever and it bounces up and down - that doesn't look good.

Panels off and, yes, the damn GBS quickshift has snapped AGAIN!!

UNBELIEVABLE!!

I guess I'm lucky I was at home in my garage, unlike the last time this happened.

I've had some discussions with Tony on how best to fix it (he fortunately happens to be an aircraft engineer) and Matt from the SKCC club has agreed to do the welding for me.

On holiday next week, so I'll get on it then...

How the Other Half live

 Went out for a fun trip to a UK kitcar club member. He lives out in Kent in the back of beyond and it was a great drive; nice roads, lovely weather.

His address said it was a 'cottage' - Holy Cow, that's an under-statement. A beautiful house, several acres of grounds and it's own fishing lake - that's not the cottages I know about!

About 5 members of the club turned up although I was the only one in a kit; the house owner has an old Robin Hood in his garage that needs a major restore and 2 others were in the same boat. The Porsche 944 in the pic below was the guy's other fun car, the Jag belonged to the old guy who had donated the wreck of a Robin Hood:

I had a great drive there and back but my next job is now the alternator wiring; I rarely get over 13.6v out of it and that probably is because of the earth. The alternator earths through it's mounting clamp and the engine and when I originally fitted that on, I had to strip the powder coat off the mounting face. However, it's very possible that has either rusted or has got dirt in it (see, learning from last week's temp gauge fiasco), so I need to just take it off and see if I can clean that up.

Pride before a fall and rise

 So I decided to try sort out my temperature gauge - it hasn't been working for months.

I'd checked the wiring and sensor and I knew both were OK so I decided to try dredge up some knowledge from my electrical engineering degree 30 years ago (I went into software and forgot most of my electrical stuff). 

Working on the fact that the sensor is just a load in the circuit that includes the gauge, I decided I needed to lower its resistance to allow some voltage to move the gauge needle. I recalled that placing another resistance in parallel with the sensor should achieve that. Not knowing what resistance I needed, I bought a £3 variable resistor, wired it in parallel with the sensor and stuck the resistor on a convenient surface:

Now, before fitting it properly, I jury-rigged the wires to make sure the theory worked and, Holy Shit but it did - with the ignition on, I altered the resistance and the gauge needle moved accordingly! I was seriously impressed with myself and I almost fired off an email to my university to congratulate them on their teaching abilities. 

Anyway, I then wired the resistor up properly, which involved snipping off the old spade terminals on the earth and sensor. While doing the earth, I noticed some dirt under the terminal, which i unthinkingly removed and crimped on a new terminal. 

Once wired up, I connected up the laptop so I could read the coolant temp and adjust the rheostat so the gauge matched it. Once started and running for a minute, I could already see the needle rising on the gauge. 

Hugely proud of myself, I went off for a drive to check it worked at all temperatures. A mile down the road, however and the gauge read 110 while the laptop showed 95 so I stopped to adjust the rheostat. But I found that no amount of twiddling would get the needle below 80 - I should have been able to set it to anything I wanted, in theory?! 

And then it dawned on me - the sensor was working correctly, without the need for the rheostat. To prove it, I cut the wires and voila! A working temperature gauge! 

So all I had needed to do months ago was remove the earth and clean it (and maybe the new, shiny spade terminal also helped). 

Doh! 

So a lesson learned - the simple things first before dusting off the old grey matter. 

Playing in the sun

 A nice run out today with the SKCC club - the weather has been very nice recently so I dragged myself out of bed at 6.15am. The sun fooled me into thinking it was hot but not at that time it wasn't, so I froze for the first 20 minutes of the run to the meeting point. 

Five or 6 of us had an enjoyable 70 mile thrash with very little traffic:

Arrived at the Chalet cafe to see a few other kits:

...and some other interesting vehicles:

I'd also arranged to meet some members of the UK kitcar club that I volunteer with:

I did get a little confused about where to sit as the SKCC people were on 1 table and the UK kitcar people on another. With hindsight, I should have introduced them all but that didn't occur to me at the time -not sure why.

Anyway, a good chat, kicked some tyres, sorted out some major World problems- good fun.

Screening process

 Time to fix my windscreen; did I mention that the screw holding the main frame to the bottom cross bar has failed on the passenger side (I'd already fixed the same issue on the drivers side a while back)?

Not a huge problem and fix; a strip of ally in a boomerang shape, slit in the rubber, bend the strip round, drill a few holes and whack in some self-tappers - job done:

Pretty damn horrible, even worse than the drivers side but does the job.

To make up for the ugliness, I fitted the excellent 3D-printed grill badge Tony made for me:

Now that is more like it!

Also, the new cap on my header tank seems to have fixed the coolant overflow problem, which is a result. I really need to get my temp gauge working....

Bromley Pageant

 After an absence of 3 years, the Pageant was back and the sun was shining, so off I went to join a stand with the SKCC club:

It's a great show this; cars from every era and all types:

Some sort of Jeep-based thing...

Alpine Sunbeam. If I ever sell Zedster, this may be my next purchase.

Renault Gordini - strangely butch but you should have seen the panel gaps!

Visible from space...

I never knew they did Capri convertibles...good looking...

This 1984 Escort was totally original and by that I mean a total wreck. But I remember a chaotic drive from Manchester to London with my family in a hired one of these. At the time, it was luxury to us!

My 2nd ever car - Golf GTi Mk2, the first car I had driven that could actually accelerate uphill!

When is an Alra Romeo Montreal not worth photographing?

Lots of stalls including a very nice doughnut place. And I met someone famous:

Not quite sure what he was doing there (they were filming) but a nice guy. I didn't have the heart to tell him I don't actually like his presenting style but hey, a brush with fame...and I was happy as well (boom, boom).

While there, Matt suggested my overflowing coolant may be a failed pressure cap on the header tank, so I've ordered a new cap (I think it is the right one) and for £7, worth a shot.

All in, a great day out...