Snap crackle POP !
After a weekend scaring the living daylights out of unsuspecting Nidderdale ramblers and bovine onlookers I suspected pinholes somewhere in my ageing exhaust box.
Back home, with the car in the air I prepared to search for the elusive pinholes, watching out for tiny telltale carbon plumes.
Short of that, the Maestro suggests, "if the leak is not obvious, have an assistant drop a little oil into the carburettor throat with the engine running and watch carefully for puffs of white smoke in and around the exhaust system."
I peered at my exhaust, poked it with a finger and discovered a finger size hole next to another finger sized hole. Same story on the other side... no wonder fuel was igniting in my exhaust, there was a veritable breeze blowing through there.
With a new exhaust 3 weeks away I spent this morning applying the Holt's Gun Bandage, something I haven't done since 1979.
Pleased to report that with the new puttees there were no reports on the way home this evening. All is well for now.
Looking forward to the Turbo Thomas.