Chris, About 75lbs. of salt, not counting what I washed off with the hose, made it home...took about a day to get it all out. Used plenty of WD and "Zep-A-Lum".
Ah, if only I had gone fast enough to kick up that kind of salt, I wouldn’t have to run down to the hardware store to refill my water softener tonight!
Chris, I think (?) you are still running points / condenser? It is quite common for 'new' items (made who knows where nowadays) to fail in very short time, I try to find NOS condensers, rotor arms, points etc.
Actually, I’m running the Pertronix kit, which I’ve had great success with on the MGB. It’s a hall effects sensor that is a direct replacement for the points/condenser. Pulling the distributor this weekend – I’ll double check my work. It’s academic at this point – the crank trigger waits.
Two areas that will kill torque are way lean and cam timing retarded.
One of the fixes I was unable to test was the float level, which was very low. As soon as I got back to the pit, I pulled the cover off of the Weber, and made the adjustment, but was unable to verify if it helped due to the starter taking a dump on me. The solenoid was working, the power was getting to the starter, but she refused to spin. I was offered a push by a few folks, but if I had gotten it running, it would have boiled over waiting in line. And if it was something else, I'd have been back to ground zero. It ran cool with the car moving, but the fan wouldn’t keep up with it at rest. This was Thursday, about noon, and we had to be on the road again Friday AM.
Kate’s a great traveling companion, but she will openly admit that she’s of little help when it comes to helping tear down a car. This is another reason I’m considering taking on a partner. Two wrenches could have had the thing apart and back together in a couple of hours, we could have verified the timing, double checked each others work, checked for leaks (yup, tastes like Castrol GTX to me, let’s go), but by myself, it would have been 4:30.
I had enough doubts as to where the problems lay that I decided to trailer it and watch the show. I’m not a particularly fast worker, and the weeks leading up to this event, in addition to a very tedious cross-country drive and three-state thrash, had drained my reserves. With work awaiting me Monday morning, I made the decision that next year will be the year.
You know it's small when you're dwarfed by a Mini.
Just like a glove . . . on a foot . . .
And I regret nothing.
