So here we are; 12 months down the track.
With the brake rotors slowly making their way to me from across the planet, I wanted to get the TVR in for a Warrant Of Fitness inspection to see if there was anything else I needed to order.
In the quest to both right previous wrongs and make things on this car actually work, I had to have a look at the braking system. It worked, kinda, but needed to be better.
Just because I’ve been playing with the Saab, doesn’t mean the TVR has been neglected. If anything, I’ve hit the TVR with some renewed vigour this weekend and got a couple more jobs sorted.
Not one to let a nasty cold get in the way of progress, I did some more work on the TVR today.
Well, it happened again. Somehow awesome old British cars that need loving find me, and of course who am I to turn them down?
With the major source of oil leaks under the car sorted, I needed to repair some collateral damage from the previous leaks. The transmission mounts had turned to jello and weren’t doing a lot.
This darn car. There is always something that makes me shake my fist in frustration.