A Tale of two B’s part two…
For part one please follow this link. A Tale of Two MG MGB GT’S Part One
I watched the last few seconds praying that someone would out bid me. They didn’t. Importance of Gut Instinct.
What had I done? Ironically, I’d just bought the car I was looking for when I got Mog, my 1952 Morris Minor. An MGB GT… Buying a Morris Minor.
It was 250 miles away and now the question was, how would I get it back? After quickly making contact with the seller and arranging to pick it up later in the week, I sat back and reflected. It would be an adventure at least.
Ticket To Somewhere.
I walked up to my local railway station, Penryn, loaded with a rucksack full of spare parts and tools. My socket set was gaffer taped up and reminding me just how heavy a good one is. With a few spare face masks, ahead was 250 miles and 5 hours of train travel in the modern pandemic world. At least I’d have two seats to myself. The train would take me to Maidenhead. The car was few miles away, but Richard , the seller had offered to pick me up. This would allow me to change the B to an historic vehicle. One that was both mot and tax exempt. A quick visit to the post office and it would be in my name and taxed. Yet I still hadn’t seen it. Tools… The Importance of a Good Socket Set
When I met the seller at the station it confirmed the impression he gave on the phone, he is a true gentleman.
MGB First Impressions.
I could tell he was nervous about how what I’d think of it. As we pulled into a very nice house the B sat there. I recorded my initial impressions. The car was better than I hoped. The more I dug the better it got. Yes, it has a few issues, but it could be far worse. To be honest, often a glance is all I need, but closer inspection can either confirm or prove I was wrong.
MGB Quick Check Over
I then set to giving a car a good once over. Oil, water, brake and clutch fluid, fan belt and so forth. the clutch was a little low, and not much water in the cooling system. But then the car had been barely used for 6 years, thankfully inside and not near the sea, unlike Jess’s B. A Tale of Two MG MGB GT’S Part One
When I popped the distributor cap, to my surprise there was electronic ignition. To those of us who know, worth mentioning and a good thing. Quickly changing the rotor arm and cap. Richard who had popped out to get some brake fluid returned. Assessing a Car
Spares and History.
It was mentioned, would I like some spare wheels? … A total of 5 extra. Again, something which would have been great to mention. As one tyre was really not even good as a spare. Richard was amazed as I pulled out a scissor jack and collapsible axle stand and proceed to change the front right. Checking the front the front right wheel bearing as I did. It had a little play, but nothing to really worry about, but still to keep an eye on and replace sooner rather than later. Checking the passenger side, all was good. As I was doing this, Richard brought out folder that contained the cars full history, including every mot from the start. Of everything, this was the most important and if he had mentioned it in the listing, I would be looking at an Austin Maxi instead. I placed the folder safely in the car and thanked him.
Time to Start the MGB
Pulling a spark plug, dirty but looked almost new. Then filling up the carburettor pots with 3in1 oil it was time to fire the MGB up. With full choke, she fired, but ran really badly. Richard commented on the amount of black junk coming out of the exhaust. This, I wasn’t worried about, we have all seen those rescue car videos and know that it takes a while for a long dormant engine to settle down. https://youtu.be/bNN2ePkv5gY
For example, Junkyard Digs.
As the engine, popped back, misfired I checked the exhaust. It sounded like it was either sports exhaust or was leaking. Placing my hand over the end confirmed it must have a sports silencer fitted. Not an issue on car like an MGB, much more so with something less sporting.
Time to Head Home.
After letting her settle and finishing a second stellar mug of tea I said goodbye to Richard and his family. Then we headed into the fading light and home…