Its just the fact that it sounds near-terminal with regard to impending engine disaster!!
So I decided to take the Skorp today. Will get a battery for the DR, changed the oil, adjusted the balancer chain. Got it out the van and thought, "its not run since a thrash at cadwell, better make sure it starts ok...
Crank, crank, crank, crank. Nothing
Fuel on? Yep
Quick check of electrical gremlins (there is one who lives just underneath the seat, but he can usually be discouraged by jostling his "nest" about. And anyway he's an "All or nothing" afffair, so has settled somewhere simple. However, why does he make his presence felt (for example) in the holding area at cadwell?? He must know that there's an important thing happening, so kills everything dead). Anyway.....
Sparks? Yep
The fuel pump lines are long, so I whipped one off to check for flammable volatile liquid. Nothing.
Oh feck, fuel pump??
<<BING>> On comes the lightbulb above my head...
Thats right, I ran out of fuel on the last lap at cadwell!! Soon we were burbling nicely, just a little too late at night, making me quite happy.
A bit late this morning (I felt good and celebrated with a can of lager and newsnight afterwards!).
Cover off, leap on, key in, press the button to a deafening silence.
Arrrrgh!! That f***in gremlin!! How does he know I'm late?? I angrily poked at his lair and resolved to fix this once I get a garage...
She started and didn't stop until I was at work. Back tyres knacered too, and the headlamp brackets need re-aligning around the new clutrch cable and brake line, so "Emergency Use Only" untill she's fettled (After the Manx)
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