Thursday, 8 September 2011

Purging Demons

September has arrived and with the mercury nudging the mid twenties, I set out with a tin of Zinga (Zinc based, weld through marine primer) in time for some much needed sill surgery. Eyeing the bubble paintwork and rust blemish oozing through the previously treated sections, I feared the worst. However, forty minutes continual sanding stripped the affected areas to bare and ultimately, sound metal. Zinga is designed for marine environments and chemically leaches into the parent metal for superior protection. True to the blurb, it was touch dry after five minutes, although leave an hour between reapplication and eight before the colour coats. Seeking a complete rust redemption, six were applied through the day and left several hours to fully cure.
Structurally, Zinga doesn’t require further treatment but I’ll get some Neptune blue mixed and applied to the affected areas to coincide with a liberal under body and chassis Waxoyling before October beckons a bony finger. The engine light’s unexpected engagement along a deserted lane induced an intensifying sense of worry, resulting in the time honoured “stop and turn off the ignition and re-start” wishful thinking procedure but to no avail. Fearing the onset of something costly, I dropped it to Palmer's who plugged it into the laptop and diagnosed a very slight misfire, corrected for a calming £17.50 + VAT.

Now to the small but infuriating leak into the driver’s footwell…Extensive internet research and reference to the Haynes manual lead me to suspect it emanates from poor sealing at the bulkhead (located immediately behind the expansion tank) thus allowing the water to channel inside. My other bet suggests it’s a faulty seal at the steering column grommet. The most obvious home remedy  is a concentrated bead of good old fashioned bathroom mastic but this dubiously monikered “Captain Tolleys Creeping Crack Cure” might offer the Eureka moment we’ve hungered for. Designed for use in classic cars, boats, motor homes etc its co-polymer construction is reckoned to seek out and seal tiny cracks, holes and imperfections at source…Time will tell. Seems as if this unspoken fault is hereditary, the latest generation built alongside Fiat’s funky little 500 in Poland are displaying disturbingly similar symptoms.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Screaching to a halt







The sickening sound of metal on metal coupled with little feedback from the brake pedal suggested 63,480 would chime new discs, pads and related consumables. To my surprise and Palmer's credit, servicing revealed pristine discs but glazed pads. Cleaning both and re-greasing the rear drums has restored serene, progressive braking. However, the driver's side suspension arm bushings had disintegrated, necessitating replacement to the tune of £75 inc VAT. The next big, foreseeable expense will be the clutch, although being as urban driving is kept to a minimum, I'm hoping it'll hold out past the 75,000 mark. While an unseasonably temperate March permitted healthy application of Waxoyl to both chassis, under body and panels; surface corrosion rears its ugly head along the sills, despite several coats of Hammerite. To counter this, I've ordered some marine grade zinc primer and will sand the affected areas to bare metal before applying several thin coats. Realistically, this won't completely eradicate the problem since galvanising was a dirty word on the Valencia lines but is a step in the right direction nonetheless.



Frequently driving through the UK's once prosperous industrial heartlands and having witnessed Ford's Dagenham body plant first hand, I am struck by the paradox that factories were hard and monotonous environments claiming the lives of their local communities, yet conversely defined and kept them alive. Car plants in particular paid well for semi/unskilled labour and provided continuity for many generations. The disappearance of manufacturing left behind a sense of hopelessness and indeed worklessness for many who for whatever reason couldn't make the transition to other industries including the service sector and "knowledge based" economies. In the mid 1990s I wrote an academic piece entitled " Last Tango in Dagenham" concerned with the low educational attainment in Barking and Dagenham compared with neighbouring inner city boroughs. My hypothesis suggested it was the area's historic links with Ford that perpetrated a myth that schooling/education per se was immaterial since there would always be jobs for life on the line. However, this philosophy didn't account for the changing demands of industry and according to the School's liaison officer, most leaving the school gates within the catchment areas wouldn't meet the basic requirements for even the most routine assembly line duties.


A multitude of factors have influened a yearning to write a book about the former midlands car industry and specifically those working within it through the 70s, 80's to the final days of Peugeot...Got a story, know someone who'd like to contribute? Drop me a line.











































































































































































Sunday, 13 February 2011

60,000 miles: Wet footwells & dodgy geezers selling very dodgy motors

60,000 miles and several days relentless rainfall has induced a soggy driver's s side foot well. Now long past warranty and with middling balance sheet, my fingers took a quick wander around the web in search of inspiration and dare I say, a Haynes manual. This is a fault common (but not exclusive) to the breed emanating from a myriad of possible sources. Casual conversation and forum topics implied leaves could be blocking the water drain-off, thus channeling water through the point of least resistance...A good purge here didn't betray anything obvious but engendered a more intimate understanding of the Ka's geography.
Enlisting the help of my long suffering mother, several buckets of water were poured continuously around the bulkhead while I turned contortionist and looked for moisture... faint traces around the brake and accelerator pedal assembly but nothing conclusive-the idea being to pinpoint the region so the offending area could be treated with mastic or substitute automotive sealant.
Two hours' diagnosis led me to the conclusion it ranks as an irritant as removed from serious fault- water entering through the dash and contaminating the electrics would be an entirely different(not to mention expensive) proposition. Spraying some of my home brewed corrosion inhibitor around the suspect areas seems to have formed temporary barrier while the search for a cost effective cure continues.
Elsewhere, the inclement conditions and layers of road grime aren't particularly kind to the bargain basement "lick and a promise" finish but regular Waxoyling of the chassis components and nourishing wash and wax formulas have kept the livery lovely and Joe rot firmly in the shadows. The close of January cold snap rendered central locking and boot closure mechanisms temporarily arthritic but liberal squirts of Teflon based water displacer provided easy remedy.
Having run a few cars and discovered the motor trade's darker side on the seamy streets of South London, I found myself looking over a suspiciously low mileage '97 plate Toyota with a friend. 55,000 and full service history eh, part exchange, one owner...first to see will buy (from this dealer doubtless posing as a private seller I thought). The car in question was a Carina GL that had winged its way down south via the auction houses. Tight lipped about his precise location, said trader met us at pub before leading to a remote farm house. After brief pleasantries, he left us the keys and the opportunity to cast a not-too critical eye.
Red is a notoriously tricky colour and this one clearly "had paint" at some point. The obligatory internal valet certainly looked clean but my suspicions were aroused upon opening the bonnet and inspecting the engine oil which clearly hadn't been changed in some time and contained creamy deposits, indicating possible head gasket woes.
Running off a few quick shots using my venerable Fuji compact, I was about to engage in more intimate perusal when the vendor emerged from an outbuilding with disconcerting haste. Unsettled by my approach, his patter became decidedly passive- aggressive and this presented the perfect opportunity for a test drive. Meena at the wheel we drove half a mile, discussing concerns and examining documents in greater detail. A distinct lack of servicing in three years coupled with some very obvious bodges elicited a general feeling of unease. We returned, smiled a lot, thanked him for his time before making good our escape, muttering something about viewing two Corolla that afternoon...













































































Friday, 31 December 2010

Great Escapes

Kushi has amassed a whopping 24,000 miles in just under twelve months with nominal complaint save for a grumbling ignition coil, suspension arm, bulb and other generic wear and tear. The past few weeks' inclement conditions characterised by snow, ice, sleet and slush and tons of corrosive grit has marked the return of Joe Rot. Rather akin to the pantomime villain, he was somewhat inevitable given I hadn't applied the Neptune green topcoats.
To effect repair now would be counter productive, allowing more destructive and costly corrosion to fester beneath the surface. Regular washings have cleansed the witches' brew while repeated applications of WD40 produce a greasy, protective film until spring permits more permanent repair. I'll take this opportunity to administer further Waxoyl therapy to the chassis components.


Christmas has always been a time of quiet reflection and pro activity- it's a nice relaxed time where psychologically I prepare for the coming year while meeting a few deadlines long ahead of schedule. By the same token, there's only so much drafting, typing and subsequent editing possible before creative fatigue gains the upper hand. In an effort to combat this and remain upbeat in outlook, I made the pilgrimage to Danbury Palace.
Back in the early 1980s it was a management college, of which my father was the director, giving us as children the run of the building and its considerable grounds. Many years later and it looks a shadow of its former self having been purchased and subsequently sold by developers looking to convert the historic and adjoining buildings into luxury leasehold properties. Nature quickly reclaims anything left unattended. The converted stable block and student accommodation beyond these trees are reputedly deteriorating fastest, although it seems heavily patrolled by security guards in response to traveller settlements and vandalism. Leaving only my footprints and taking only photographs is a difficult mantra for this profession to grasp, let alone appreciate. Discussing the finer points of law, specifically that pertaining to trespass (criminal damage is the charge that would be levied) with a profession not renown for its people skills seemed a hiding to nowhere. Spotting a fluorescent jacket, I voted with my steel toes and beat a hasty retreat. Further research rewarded with the developer's details so I will request less restricted access in due course.

Sunday, 28 November 2010

MOT aka The Bothersome Lower Suspension Bush and Blown Bulb Blues

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Last Monday heralded the dreaded MOT inspection. A moot point, a non-issue you might think seeing as servicing some six weeks previously raised nothing other than worn tyres, which were duly replaced . However, up on the inspection ramp revealed a blown nearside headlamp bulb and a perished suspension arm bush...
Lower arm bushes are a one of those relatively inexpensive but irksome KA weak-spots, manifest in sloppy steering and an unnerving creaking over uneven roads. Genuine Ford dealer pricing aside, your trusty local garage should be able to procure and fit for around the £90 mark. Arguably a component best replaced in pairs , the passenger side was sound so will remain unmolested for the time being. Ironically, Florence (Kushi's Endura engined predecessor) succumbed to the same problem back in November 2005, had the single-sided op without the other so much as murmuring right up until January's catastrophic camshaft failure. £138.01 lighter (including inspection) we are once again free to negotiate chaotic roads characterised by snow, ice and sub zero temperatures...






Thursday, 28 October 2010

Towns Called Malice

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Told you trade was relatively slow. Been chasing about to the seaside towns and more locally getting shots that might well define the social consequences of economic downturn but as yet there's no sense of public anger or unrest. Photographers studios lay bare along the high streets, a stream of unopened mail scattered around the floor the only footfall, others stand boarded shut while bohemian craft stalls seem sullen, if grateful for every solitary pound that changed hands.

"The empire strikes back" is my assessment of the social phenomenon detailed here. It has little to do with spending cuts in the interests of public solvency/ long term socio-economic prosperity and more in keeping with eroding the post war reforms to education, opportunity and health. Cooperative communities are in my view cohesive to meritocratic, upward social mobility and more egalitarian social frameworks. However, I'm pleased to report from a micro climate some small businesses are presently flourishing but this serves to illustrate how economically interlinked we all are. Remove money from the economy and reduced consumer spending, whether derived from earned income or benefits will see large sections collapse like the proverbial house of cards with costly social consequence. Increasing, rather than slashing benefits might not be ideologically sound for some but in the short term at least, would support a fragile economy and prevent those most likely to be reliant upon state assistance losing their employment. These people have cars, consumer durables and other items. Should they choose not to have their cars serviced, their hair cut or indeed that Friday night takeaway, our local economies shrink. "Gentrification" of inner city areas including Hackney, Waltham Forest amongst others during the mid 1980s under the premise that such sweeteners would bring the middle classes and by default,prosperity/investment had little positive impact upon the immediate, established communities. The affluent newcomers enjoyed relatively cheap housing, convenient commuting to city jobs/restaurants and other amenities while the skilled artisans and businesses retired or relocated. It is difficult to predict whether we will see social unrest of the sort last witnessed during this period or whether people will seek solace in cheap liquor and sit huddled in their homes akin to the passover."People getting angry" is an immortal line from the Specials' seminal track " Ghost Town" arguably defining the immediate era of post 1970s Britain. "Tell me why?"; Is another extremely poignant song penned and composed in response to a brutal racist attack that rendered Lynval Golding hospitalised after he left a South London nightclub accompanied by two white women. In recent weeks I have been threatened twice while driving through Leytonstone by a black man in his mid twenties driving a very distinctive Q plate VW based kit car. Is this deep seated racial prejudice, simple unprovoked, pick- a- fight thuggery or a case of mistaken identity on his part?


Racism is widely regarded as a singularly white, male phenomenon, most prevalent amongst those from the lower economic sub-strata when it is inherently more complex. For several decades, young men of black and Asian origin have been subjected to inequalities of legal representation and disproportionately harsh sentencing compared with white counterparts committing (or at least "guilty")of the same offences. Drawing parallels with third wave feminism's inability to successfully challenge and obliterate reductionist two-dimensional gender stereotypes, there is a disturbing hypocrisy amongst some who use colonialism and slavery as justification for their own deep seated prejudices.

He's just a stereotype, he drinks his age in pints, he has girls every night and he doesn't really exist... Ignorance, prejudice and hatred serve to profit those who gain advantage from dividing and fragmenting people. Equal opportunities hiaraches are developed by careerists who control thought and the use of language in terms that are positively Orwellian while failing to have any positive effect upon the day to day experiences of the surgeon who is systematically undermined/ humiliated in a professional capacity by her colleagues, or the hirsute young man stopped and searched in the street because he fits a very simplistic "terrorist" profile. Sat in a Polish cafe' one afternoon, one such bureaucrat blundered through the door demanding to see documentation.


I squirmed in my seat (nursing a large coffee and awaiting my meal) as he conducted himself in the most patronising manner imaginable with a woman whose command of English rivaled, if not exceeded his own. The moment of reckoning came when he asked to see "The licence for the stripper"... Her polite tolerance vanished, cake and coffee retracted, replaced with a stern retort. Needless to say, he left looking very sheepish and muttered something about returning in a couple of weeks.

One of my favourite myths is that of the "repressed" Indian woman but no-one notices as the strong, independent but deeply feminine figure slips from a sari into leathers and across town on a 750cc Suzuki leaving everyone else "ten paces behind".

"Uncle" Benny, director of Sowman plumbing & Heating LTD has busied himself with some renovation works to his MG Metro turbo. Faded wings are being resprayed, presenting the opportunity for some mild engine fettling/tidying. Next to go is the dubious dump valve. Installed by the previous owner, welding is workman like at best-although the jury's out as to whether it's sloppy TIG or just mediocre MIG. Benny's vision is to employ the services of a skilled machine shop and have them cut out the offending area, neatly welding a plate in its place.


















































































Thursday, 7 October 2010

54,100 Another service, bulb and two front tyres

Fifty four thousand, one hundred miles was as close to the ten thousand service interval as I wanted to get, particularly since the condition of drum and disc brakes needed establishing. Received wisdom and past experience suggests pad replacements every nineteen thousand miles, more in urban contexts or the discs will be tantamount to scrap. Interestingly, braking was given the all clear but the two front tyres were down to the legal limit and frankly, my trade seems to attract sufficient police introspection without giving them additional/just cause for reprimand. That aside it was simply routine plugs, filters oil and a replacement bulb. Total bill £255 including VAT.

Autumn has become progressively drier, albeit cooler but hasn't presented opportune moment for further chassis waxoyling. However, I took the precautionary measure of shooting some WD40 into locking mechanisms, touched up a few stone chips before treating the coachwork to a thorough hard paste polishing seeing as the Ka finish needs a little help and pigeons have been taking rather accurate, acidic aim at the panels. The driver's side mat is looking increasingly threadbare too so I'll replace that come the next available opportunity.

Work's been slow these past few weeks-allows me to concentrate on some other pressing matters. Cash flow has certainly taken a dive but in these straitened times, creative types have to get creative... Is this a crisis or the opportunity for greater collectivism? I'm not referring to the cynical rhetoric espoused by the political elite but a greater sense in which people form workers cooperatives and other, similarly empowering collaborations. The potential has never been greater but the question remains whether people will actively embrace this or will online activity remain deeply routed in rudimentary one dimensional pornography and consumerism...

Ending on a happier note, Florence has been seen driven locally- We'd had some adventures and very happy times together-maybe our paths will cross again.