My Mum and Dad came up last Thursday, for the weekend. so Friday night, Dad can help me bleed the brakes.
Got the car in the air and connected the Eeezibleed up, with my newly made adaptor cap for the Stag m/c (made from an old m/c cap).
Had a few probs getting the cap on the fluid bottle air tight, but after a few goes we managed it.
Started at the furthest rear wheel and all was going fine until suddeny a load of air came through and I could hear splashing on the garage floor.
In my attempts to get the fluid bottle cap to seal I had accidently swapped the piece of tube on the underside of the cap on to the airline side.
I now had a few splashes of fluid on the body of the car, a big puddle on the floor and a totally soaked front wheel.
Took that off and rinsed it under the outside tap for a while, cleaned the wing and sorted the mess on the floor.
Carried on and got the brakes bled.
Saturday, went to Ikea Leeds in the estate, fuel gauge was low but plenty left.Shopped and then returned to the car to go home.
Going along the M62 and decided it might be an idea to come off and look for a local petrol station. 1 mile up the road (steep hill) the car cuts and runs out of petrol. Probably a bit left but giong up hill.
Forgot that I changed the sender float a bit ago as the old one was full of petrol, and the gauge reads a bit different now.
Not far from a friends house in Wakefield, so he comes out, picks me up and we are off for petrol.
Puts the 5litres in the car......would it pump the fuel up? Anyone put an SU electric pump on there big saloon?
Had to push the car up hill and turn it to face downhil (dual carriageway!) and eventually got it to bump start.
Sunday, out in the pi to a restaurant for lunch, don't forget the steering wheel lock!
Came out from the place, popped over the road to the Harley dealers(big show on and my dad has one) back to the car......b@?%$£+ks, the two keys for the lock are on the estate keys and Amanda's Peugeot keys.
Amanda phoned her Dad, who fetched her home to pick up the keys!
Had a very nice 30 mile jaunt through N Yorks to go home though. Weathershield wide open and sun streaming down, but not a weekend to remember otherwise.
And don't the back ends of saloons sit low with two 125litre bags of compost in the boot and your parents in the back.
Colin.