Went to make a start on the parts scrounge for the little tank project yesterday.
After going back to Bill's to get the
right key I headed down to one of his "other" yards..
http://maps.google.com.au/maps?q=75+Knight+avenue+North+Sunshine&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=75+Knight+Ave,+Sunshine+North+VIC+3020&gl=au&ei=vru8TcDxOoz8vQPEpIzZBQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBcQ8gEwAANow, this is a dirty part of the world....on the corner of Knight st I notice someone has piled building materials ten feet high for two acres, not landfill per se, more land-stack.......down the street is a Tallow works....anyway in the satellite shot if you can see cars jammed close together, they're probably Bill's......
There are plants , I am sure that only grow in wrecking yards....right next to the little Oxford I was hoping to remove the rear axle from was the original bush that they made the crown of thorns from....it looked as dead as a doornail, but it could not be bent , or snapped off and it had evil inch and a half long spikes all over it....each time I walked past after stomping it or trying to cover it with something it would spring back ...there was a wet slippery patch right next to it ....meanwhile the smell of the dead cat at the gate hung in the very still air....I skun my knuckle on the very first nut I began to loosen.....
At this point I began to look for sensible reasons as to why this ( removing the rear axle)wasn't going to happen as opposed to the mixed up hoodoo ideas that today just wasn't my day,because the signs weren't good...the Oxford was sitting on top of a Renault 10...what the French knew about lightweight monocoque design was never of interest to the men at Morris, this was plain to see by the way the weight of the Morry had collapsed the Renault to 2/3rds of it's original height , there is more steel in the roof panel of the Morris than the whole Renault body.....
By the time I got to removing the passengers side rear wheel I had my ticket, It was too close to the next car to take off....The way the Morris rocked, the smell ,the thorn bush I just knew if I persisted that there was a greater evil awaiting as soon as I started jacking this piece of finery up and trying to haul the axle out..... I packed up my tools and went back to Bill's...
"Na, I'll have the crane in there on Monday, I'll haul it out, drop it on your truck and you can bring back the remains"
Hmmm, now I am left with the unenviable choice.....the smell, the mud the thornbush and the teetering ton of rust and rot on the unstable Renault...or taking a rotten old Oxford on the tray and parking it the driveway to dismantle.
