Well, what an incredible weekend. After taking some tentative steps locally, LFF ventured out for it's first proper runs at the weekend.
Thursday, parcels arrived from Somerford and MiniSpares with what I hoped would be the final deliveries of parts. MiniSpares order missing the needles and springs, Somerford's delivered the right length wiper arms and blades, but for left hand park. Their fault, not mine. MiniSpares on the other hand, was my fault. Whilst I added the needles and springs to the shopping basket, I completed the purchase from a different device, and the needles and springs hadn't copied over.. It turns out we have a carburettor guru in a neighbouring village who was able to source a set for me on Friday.
Friday, needles and springs collected and a whole bunch of other jobs needed doing. Brakes bled again, handbrake cables fixed, wheel bearing at the rear changed and then I ran out of time..
Saturday, 06:00; following a mainly sleepless night owing to youngest Davies (11) having a 'sleepover' with his mates, I groggily went into the garage to wake the car up and get it out and about for a trip to Revivals at Thriplow. The objective here was really to check that fuel and ignition were 'safe'. Home to Thriplow is quite a journey and I still had to swap the choke cable and do the needles and springs and check valve clearances. The choke cable turned out to be an absolute red herring; I'd been struggling to get the longer solid cored cable I'd put on the old non-locking C knob to return the chokes to the default position and so I'd thought the flexible locking one was required. Much cursing and I'd managed to swap them over, only to find that the MiniSpares pattern Choke>Twist Lock cable was easily overpowered by the jet return springs. And then it slipped through the trunnion, leaving me with a mile of choke cable hanging out dangling in front of the heater.. Oh well.
I set off into what was a beautiful bright and sunny, yet misty morning, across the heart of the lovely Mid-Essex countryside and I met John at an Electric Charging forecourt outside Braintree where he'd follow me armed with all sorts of spares in the event of a failure-to-proceed. We headed North West from Braintree along the old A120, up to Dunmow, through Thaxted with LFF generally behaving itself. The scenery was amazing and I'd forgot what a joy driving these old things in such conditions can be.
Eventually we arrived at the Rolling Road and after some checks on carb balance and initial timing, LFF was strapped down to the rollers. Several runs were made and whilst some note of idle timing being erratic was made, the operators didn't alert me to anything more sinister than a failed vac unit. With the dizzy timed in and a couple of tweaks of the mixture, the engine made a very healthy 55BHP at 5215 RPM and 59 lb/ft of torque at 4290 RPM, the torque appearing over a wide area in a nice flat line. Max speed attained on the rollers was 97mph at 5590 RPM whilst the max torque appears at 75mph. These numbers are pretty much exactly what I was hoping for, and I've geared the car for being able to keep up on Motorways.
So, we then set off from Thriplow and decided to head for Potters Bar to pick up a vac unit. LFF certainly felt a LOT livelier on the road and when it found a fast A road, indecent road speeds were very easily attained. Vac unit got and another can of oil it was time to head for home. Simplest route from there being the M25, which used to be this car's nemesis when it was an 850. I once drove it all the way to Leicester trying to avoid motorways.
Later on, the idle speed was still an issue. It was really high and it really didn't want to know anything about being brought down, even so, we managed to knock a few RPM off it but idle was a hit and miss affair. With an evening engagement on stage, I got the car home and put it away, no time to mess with vac units.
Sunday 06:00; it's Blyton day. Oil checked (min to max - again), choke cable dangling out the switch panel it fired up and I headed off once again to meet John and his support Passat near Braintree. Another lovely morning and we decided to take the plunge and take the A120/M11/A14/A1 route up to Blyton. 55/60 mph on the inside lane, only really going past that to get round packs of lorries. Without incident we called in at Peterborough services for coffee. Oil checked and topped up, most of it splattering down the 850's open breather pointing at the diff casing, with some dribbling from the valve cover gasket that really needs changing. The rest tending to be used in very small amounts on overrun, suggesting that the exhaust guide seals aren't right. Second leg of the journey saw us arrive at Blyton without any mechanical incidents and we parked up alongside the beautifully presented Tartan Red Esses of Tim and Michael.
After lunch, we headed onto the track, which I must admit was a something of a landmark, despite the car's shabby and incomplete appearance, the fact that this once derelict, scrapyard-bound but much loved car had made it this far was quite a moving experience for me. I then thought I'd take advantage of the tuner that was there....
Plug gaps all inconsistent. Fixed. Still a crap idle. Bucket loads of timing scatter at idle. Coil out of spec (it was the original 1961 item), Lucas Sports Coil fitted. Small improvement. Mixture leaned out a bit, idle brought down lower, timing reset to 11 degrees at 1000RPM (still no vac) and a discussion about what could be causing the scatter and so I need to start with a 'proper' set of leads. Money dropped into charity bucket, the car was parked up again ready for the run home.
The run home was interesting. LFF now has an insatiable appetite to accelerate and loves being on power. It absolute detests being on part throttle at anything less that 60 mph, and so the drive home was MUCH more spirited. Tank refilled at Gainsborough, having consumed a mere 4.1 gallons since being brimmed at Braintree, a trip of 166 miles point to point. Felt pretty decent at almost bang on 40 mpg. More oil put into sump ready to lubricate the rear of the engine.. Then it rained and without a dizzy shield, or a grille, I expected the worst. Yep. The windscreen seal leaks, nothing more, nothing less. It kept going. I had sealed the leads into the side entry cap and elsewhere with silicone grease. I took the A1 at around 65mph, pretty much all the way back, stopping only once at Peterborough for another oil top up. I also noticed that the brakes woke up, presumably as the front discs and pads bedded in. There's still a bit of air present and I think I'll do a complete flush through prior to Italy, but I can confirm, the 7inch Cooper brakes are more than adequate for road use and the way I drive.
Soon darkness was falling and it was time to find out what the £20 pair of show special Halogen lights were like. Roughly aligned on the petrol station forecourt, they weren't bad. And it was getting colder, and there's still a number of draughts to locate and sort out. BUT, on that last leg, rushing along the M11, tickling the throttle open to raise the pace from 60 to 80 to get round the lorries on those uphill stretches without any effort at all, looking across at that dimly lit, incorrect-for-year central speedometer, the comforting 'warmth' from the fug-stirrer heater I could have been 19 years old again when I first owned LFF. That car was genuinely like a time machine at that moment in time. The sounds, the smells, the familiar but awful driving position was so evocative and I realised that all those cold nights in the garage, all those pig-awful jobs that leave you exasperated and entirely without an adequate vulgar expression were entirely worth it.
By the time I got home after 350 miles on the Sunday, the slower speed running was terrible, even to point of misfiring, so I've got to embark on working out just what the heck is wrong with the ignition. I'll start with leads, but on inspection it looks like the advance mechanism gets stuck, so I think it was just running at full advance at any engine speed. Therefore, and given the three weeks until (hopefully) I load it onto a ferry at Dover bound for IMM in Florence, I'm looking for the best, quickest, and cost effective fix to this new problem, hence my ask for an Aldon Yellow as a hopefully quick fix.
In this weekend the car covered 530 miles and did it well. In fact, I'd say I'm in worse shape!
Without this forum, being inspired by other writings of similar journeys from scrap to splendour, speaking to certain members here about their experiences, getting valuable and qualified advice, sourcing awkward parts, modifying bits and pieces to fit, help and an arse-kicking from my oldest and best friend John, I doubt I'd have managed to get this car in one piece let alone completing such a long journey so early on, so a big heartfelt thanks to
everyone who has helped. This forum, despite the fact it's less busy than it used to be is still the number one source of information and inspiration. Long may it continue.
And speaking of things to be continued, so is this story... Hopefully I can start to show pics of a shiny car, dripping in wax and a rolling restoration to get it to a higher overall standard. And of course, share experiences of attempting a 2000+ mile trans-European trip.
Anyway, enough rambling, I really should get into the garage and sort them sparks out, get them in line... Here's some pics
Rolling Road...
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Setting off for Blyton
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Keeping good company (or lowering the tone?)
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Parade Lap, leading a 1071S
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Back home safe and sound, and looking for more stickers to collect
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