Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 10:31 am
Lee and Carl started working on the protection sheets in the wheelwells, and they had a pretty tough time with it: these cars are almost handbuilt, and thus not symmetrical at all. The curvature of the 911 is also very complicated, so the guys had to adjust and refit the sheets numerous of times before they got it right. The sheets are bolted on brackets that are welded to the chassis: one guy welds, the other one looks at the other side of the metal plate, and shoots 'FIRE' when things got too hot.
Meanwhile, another mechanic removed the rear drive-axles, and swapped the old crusty CV boots for a brand new set. This will prevent dust and dirt getting into the bearings, and destroy them in the process...
The guys then mounted the mudflaps behind the rear wheels, and Richard - son of the boss - testdrove the car to make sure everything felt good. The play in the steering column was fixed too by the way: one spacer was put in the wrong way and caused the excessive play. When he returned he said all was good, apart from a little adjustment to be made at the clutch cable. I thanked the guys, paid the bill, and took off to Leicester.
I made a couple of wrong exits, and made it a little late at Tim's house in the suburbs of Leicester. He's the man who has tested and fixed our CDI unit. We drank a cuppa tea together, and talked about our joined passion for old Porsches, but soon i had to be on my way. I had another meeting that night: Mick from www.openpitlane.co.uk - another proud sponsor of us - also lives in the area, and so i really wanted to say hello to this kind man. While i was waiting for him, i noticed a strangely familiar sound nearby, and yeppp, a few seconds later a magnificent yellow Porsche 993 RS turned into the street, and parked behind our little car. Mick bought me a couple of drinks, and we talked about the cars and the trip. He is really excited about the whole adventure, and it was great talking to him. He showed me to the local Hilday Inn, and the two yellow 911's said goodbye to eachother. I dived into the gigantic bed in my overly luxurious hotel suite, and fell asleep in a minute. I was knackered from this long long day.
Grantham, Lincolnshire was next on my list, and after a lovely breakfast i rode to my host there: Paintshield. Tom Wakeford and his people welcomed me, and after a couple of good laughs - Belgium is an easy target to laugh with, rightfully so










































































