Heading Home, Initial Problems
For the first two instalments, please follow these links. A Tale of Two MG MGB GT’S Part One
After connecting the sat nav I headed home, ahead of me 250 in changeable conditions and it with it getting dark. For the first few miles it spat back, misfired and generally misbehaved.
As the engine started to settle down the next issue rose it ugly head. What seemed like smoke started to rise from the dash board. As I pulled over, I prayed to Lucas, the god of old British cars not to let this one burn.
Now, I have a confession, my sense of smell is not that good, never has been. So there I was trying see if it was water vapour or smoke. Seeing how it condensed on the windscreen, it must be vapour. Not ideal. Thankfully I had a few litres with me and it is fairly easy to get more if needed. This being Britain I could just hold the bottle outside…
Reading Rush Hour Traffic, Teething issues.
I was guided towards and through Reading. It was now 6 pm and it seemed the city is just a collection of junctions with traffic lights, mostly red.
When I put the headlights on the fan belt squealed, an indication I should have tightened it. Apart from that and the steam coming from the dashboard the car was settling down. It wasn’t fair of me to ask it to cope with heavy traffic so soon after getting revived, yet oil pressure was good as was the temperature.
Finally The Motorway, First Stop, Adjusting The Fan Belt
Finally getting to M4, I opened her up. Nothing silly, but this was the first time I’d felt that lovely long-legged cruising ability that MGB’s are renown for. The overdrive clicked in and we sat at 65 mph. After about 15 miles we approached the next service station. An Ideal place for me to tighten the fan belt, check her over and of course stretch my legs.
The Belt adjusted, wheel bolts checked and I visited the services. Feeling more confident once again we found ourselves turning west. The next couple of hours was a question dealing with the endless road works and average speed check zones and heading towards my next planned stop at Exeter. Morris Minor Road Trip Part Two.
Flat Tyre On The Motorway
Entering the roadworks ahead of junction 29 I could hear a flapping, trying to work out what the noise was, for once I was thankful of 50 zone. After almost clearing them, the front right tyre popped. The B was still very controllable and stable as I eased my way towards the hard shoulder. Pulling in behind I large concrete barrier and with road work cone on my right I quickly changed it. Thankful of my foresight of packing a scissor jack.
A few miles later it started to rain and the drivers wiper didn’t, the passengers seemed good. It could wait for us to get to Exeter to swap them over. I pulled into the petrol station not far from where months before I bought Mog from. Finding the best wheel and tyre among the many in the back I used the free air to pump it, then topped the tank up.
Diversion, Beans On Toast
At this point I should have been heading down the A30, but instead I went down the A38 a few miles to see my friend Jude. After some much needed beans on toast and a mug of coffee. It was time for the final 100 miles or so. Deciding to head back to Exeter and the A30, rather than the shorter route through the Glynn Valley.
Final 100 Miles
With the conditions getting worse I carefully eased my way onto the A30. Rain was interchanged with fog. The going was slow, but steady. The rain came down sheets and the fog was thick. The B plodded on, each mile west taking me closer to home.
Parking her in an unrestricted area, I thanked her, locked her up and headed to my bed. We made it home, it was 2 am and easier trip than the previous one with Jess.