A tale of two MGB GT’s.
Offering To Drive 700 Miles.
As we changed the gearbox on Mog I found myself saying to Jess, “OK, we leave at 6 am tomorrow…”
After struggling with Mog’s mismatched parts tomorrow would be interesting. Morris Minor, Filling Some Of The Gaps.
Picking Jess up in Tug, my little MK1 Vitara At 6am the following morning. We set off loaded up with parts and my Cebora 130 Mig Welder. Ahead of us was a journey to the North Welsh Coast and date with a 69 MGB GT that Jess had just bought. Suzuki Vitara MOT, 4th Time.
Classicaraddict Does Road Kill
After finally finding our way it seemed we were half way up the foothills of a mountain. There before us was nice, but needing attention MGB GT. It needed a quarter panel welding along with the exhaust. Welding One Small Patch?
Jess cleaned up the area that needed welding and quickly cut a patch to fit as I set my welder up. After which he slugged it in, with impressive skill. Then he tackled the exhaust. At this point it would be hoped that we could load up and head home.
Sadly, the clutch was seized. The next hour was spent with Jess trying to free it up, which finally he did. https://youtu.be/pOhl6oVpEes
Braking Issues and Breakdowns
After heading towards the local supermarket filling station Jess flagged us down. His front right brake had stuck on. Thankfully next to it was a Halfords. I tackled the brake as he did some other work.
After half an hour or so, we headed south and east. The car running ok, until finally we picked up the M53. Aiming to stop at the first services, the B decided too a little early. Almost beside the second marker for it.
After a couple of minutes, I told Jess it would be better to tow it down the hard shoulder to safety. We did this, changed various parts of the ignition system when we got there. She fired, so coffee time for us. Morris Minor Road Trip Part Two.
Convoy Driving In The Dark.
Time was late, and we still had 300 miles to go. Driving in convoy is difficult at the best of times, in the dark on a busy motorway almost impossible . We lost contact and at that point I wished we both had Sat Nav’s or walkie talkies. Just south of Birmingham I went straight on, Jess went right. ¾ of an hour later, finally we were back in convoy. It was now 11pm and we still had 240 miles to go with two full tanks of fuel. No, we were not wearing shades.
Finally making it back for 4 am, we had made it!
I’d driven 780 miles in the Vitara. We had rescued a 69 MG MGB GT and made it home with only a few issues.
That was 2 months ago as I write. The MGB has been Jess’s daily since. For a tale of two B’s this is only one.