Smoke in the Wires Jan 2016

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When I finished the wiring enough to drive it, I discovered that the clutch would not stop the

flywheel to shift into gear. There was plenty of fluid and the clutch line was completely bled. With

the transmission tunnel cover off, I could see the lever that the slave cylinder pushes through a

small space between the clutch slave cylinder and the bellhousing. When I pressed the clutch, I

could see it move forward. But apparently it did not more forward enough. So after two weeks, I

decided to learn something and go to the mechanic. Bob Malcomson at Tartan's Garage

discovered that it was the pivot pin sleeve that had worn down. When I would press the clutch and

the push rod pressed one side of the bellhousing lever, the worn sleeve allowed the other side to

fall back just enough to not give the clutch enough contact with the flywheel. It was an expensive

lesson, but I learned something!

When I asked my

girlfriend to become my

bride, I had owned my

Spitfire for 18 years.

Therefore she knew that

it was not going away.

During the first three

years, she enjoyed riding

in the convertible with me

and we drove to shows in

New Orleans and

Tallahassee. On the way

back from Tallahassee,

we met club members in

Seagrove at the Goat

Feathers restaurant. But after our son was born, that was not possible. One of the original Spitfire

TV commercials shows a man driving fast with his wife and they make it look like the police are

chasing them, but when they arrive at a hospital and she gets out very pregnant, the audience

realizes that the police were escorting them. My wife said very bluntly, "We are not doing that!"

Oh, well. So her drive to the hospital and my son's first ride in a car after birth was in ... my wife's

Kia.

Then there were three of us, so we trailered my Spitfire to the Montgomery British Car Show when

my son was about 5 months old. The first time he sat in my Spitfire was at the Pensacola Beach

British Car show when he was 10 months old. His first ride in the Spitfire was to the European Car

gathering at the Naval Aviation Museum when he was almost 2 years old. I kept the top up and he

actually fell asleep in his child-safety car seat on the way home.

Since my daughter was born, I haven't attend as many club events as I used to with my children

being young. But I enjoy taking the photos at our annual show and managing our website that I

created back in 1998. My Spitfire's engine needed another rebuild now 25 years after the last time,

so it's missed two shows. However I have brought my 1966 Triumph 2000 Mk1 family saloon. I'm

not sure if the engine will be re-installed in time for this year's show, but I will try.

I never give up on my Spitfire! :-)

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