Similar story:
My wife always claimed the J2 hated her. After numerous tries,
every time she got in the car something failed - brakes, generator,
lights, fuel pump, etc. Something ALWAYS failed.
I was out to prove her wrong so I worked every day for two
months to fix every little problem that had failed or could ever fail.
Finally the day arrived! "Let's go for a ride up the coast", I said
one summer day. "I'm not sure", she replied. "Something is bound
to go wrong". "Not a chance", I reassured her.
So off we went. The sun was shining, the weather warm.
Life was good.
You guessed it. Three blocks from the house the engine just quit.
No sign of life. I checked everything, spark was OK, nothing loose,
carbs seemed fine. Then it dawned on me. Yup, RAN OUT OF GAS!
To this day, my wife refuses to go anywhere in the J2 if it's too far to
walk home.
Lew Palmer
lew.palmer@uci.com
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From: mgs-owner
To: mgs
Subject: Re: wet distributor woes
Date: Thursday, November 02, 1995 2:00AM
Todd Mullins quoted:
"Bragging about the reliability of a certain component
will unfailingly bring about the demise of said
component."
Boy, do I know about that!
Twenty years ago, when I had my first 'B (a '66), I arranged a first
date with a gorgeous young lady for a Saturday night. We and two
other couples were going out for dinner and an evening at the
theatre. I went to pick her up in the B, and as I was waiting
(comment on that at your own risk!), her father began asking me about
the car. He wanted to know if I had any starting problems because his
son had an Austin Marina and had had no end of difficulties starting
it. I blithely replied, "No. Never. I've never had a problem." Which
was entirely true for the two years I'd had the car...up to that
moment!
We went out to the car, I turned the key and...nothing. Not a click,
not a tremor. Lot's of gas, no lack of eletrical power. They had one
of those driveways that slopes steeply down to the garage, and her
poor father had to push me up out of his driveway with his car, which was
no
small
feat with the bumper height differential.
One of the other couples had to pick us up. We had 5 minutes for
dinner. At least the show was good. We never went out again.
As for the car, we push started it after we brought her home. It
turned out to be a dead segment on the starter motor. Funny how it
chose that exact moment to fail...
Dave Etherington '73 MGB
Toronto Ontario '85 Prelude
detherin@interlog.com
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