Story continued...
So I manage to slowly get the Monster truck up the road to my mate who is an apprentice mechanic. Great shop by the way, good atmosphere.
He does the inspection and points out some minor things I need to take care of and gets his boss to write me the blue slip. I also get him to check the timing. I park back in the car park while everything is written up.
Once done, I go to hop in and try to take off. She wont start. I suspect head gasket still, but compression test says everything is fine. Clean plugs which look very sooty and she fires. Onto the Exhuast Gas Analysier which says she is running far too rich, hence the fouled plugs.
They have a dyno there, but no one confident enough to tune a SU.
I'm suspecting the needle and seat myself.
So my mate calls the closest carby tune & injection place, before sending me around.
The poor old brick barely makes it. When I get there, the bloke says he has no time, and won't even help me despite the fact it once again wont start... So I'm stuck in his car park.
So I call Dion, and in the mean time hot foot it (literally) down to the AutoPro to buy a cheap plug spanner and a new set of plugs, thinking the plugs are fouled.
I'm back and putting the first plug in by the Dion gets there, and it's 3pm. I need to make it to QT and get rego that day, or I'll have to restart my CTP insurance policy. PITA.
The plug spanner is bending and being a bitch, but I manage get the plugs in and she fires. The plan is to get it a couple of kms up the road to the local mini mechanic.
We make it there just, and his initial diagnosis is the same: head gasket. But a compression test once again shows otherwise, and the water in the radiator looks fine.
He reckons the same as me, the carby needs looking at, but says he doesn't know much about HIF44 carbs, and doesn't have time till the new year anyway.
So I go to limp home and manage to stomp out the throttle cable once again before even taking off. Trying to get that back in is a bitch, it has frayed and the engine is hot. So I buy a new one on the spot. Mini mechanic also set the timing again, and I take off.
Miracle: she is going much better now!
Down to Queensland Transport to try to get rego. I know they like to look at engine numbers, but it is after 4:30 now, so unlikey anyone is still there to do it, but figure it is worth a try anyway. We are in just before they lock the doors so that no new customers can come in.
Once I reach the counter, the girl is in a hurry to get rid of me, so no inspection, runs to grab my new plates, and that is it!
_________________ "Life is not like a box of chocolates... it's more like a jar of jalapenos. Whatever you do today, may burn your arse tomorrow."
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