Wednesday, 3 July 2013


The Indian started to behave itself, now with me on reserve and miles of rolling moor in front I could either worry and panic about running out of petrol or sit back and enjoy the view, I picked the later, as we rolled into Travistock Luke asked a very nice lady directions to the nearest petrol station. All filled up and only 12ish miles to go. Not 400 yards later I see a flash from under Andy's seat and the Indian comes to a sudden stop. A road side strip down ( using tools from all three of us ) finds a intermittent feed wire from the battery, cause a second "pair of points" and hence the miss fire, all crimped and rebuilt and off on the final final miles.


WhitelinePsycho said...

Giddy up . . . roadside fettlers par excellence . . . gimme more please.

Barse said...

We knew it wasn't broken just not working, so fettling was the order of the day, lots of thinking and the right amount of action