Goodbye to the 944

[APB]

So with the 911 sat on my drive in the rain (which is stressing the 'old man') and the Cerbera taking my garage space up, Dad has decided that after 7 years of being off the road my first love has to go, to make room for the 911! My fear is that he will not let me have it back!

Saturday Morning, 7am, the old dears' house.

'So son where's you brother with the spare clutch, we need to get that old wreck of your on the road so your mother can have her new car and I can get some peace!'
'Where's Billy? More like where's my coffee? We are at your house now dad, it's your turn to get the brew on!'
'God bless you son, you go upstairs and tell your mother to get out of bed and get the brew on.... and make us a bacon sandwich whilst she at at! I'll be up the garage waiting for you to turn up with a split lip'
'And whilst your picking you teeth up you can do us a Tea and a Bacon too Brov' (Billy arrives with the clutch off the spare engine I had 'stored' in his garage and which has been moaning about for 6 years)

Yes the gang are all here to get the old 944 back on the road (her name is Rosie) so I can get my number plate off her and Mom can scrap her for a Smart Car!



'So Son the last time we had her out was Xmas 2007, when you blew the gearbox in your old Range Rover. Where did we get up to?'
'Well we had fixed one of the rear brakes but ran out of parts to do the other one'
'Yeap got the parts here'
'And the clutch pedal went down and never came back up again. At that point it was -3C and I went off and bought the Mundano instead'
'Right then, sons of mine, I will be supervising from above, whilst you two get the slave off'



'DAD DAD, BILLY KEEPS TAKING MY SPANERS!'
'NO I DON'T, AAARRRGGGG I'VE GOT CLUTCH FLUID IN MY EYE!'
'OUCH, THE STARTER MOTOR TAKEN THE SKIN OFF MY KNUCKLES!'
etc.. etc..



After 3 hours of swearing, cleaning parts and bleeding the clutch, she's working again and it's on to the brakes. Billy slopes off to take his daughter to something or other. The brakes are rebuilt in sort order and it's time to fire up the engine



'Wow she still starts Dad! but only three cylindars by the sounds of it.'
'That's three more than your TVR son Ha Ha Ha!'
'Yeah, cheers for that! Have we got any spark plugs to fit this?'
'Here you go son, a box full of old plugs, see if one fits!'
'But the're not the right ones.'
'Who cares, it's only got to get to the scrap yard!'
'You have a point!'

So she's up and firing on all cylinders. So I say goodbye to Rosie as she is off to the great Porsche Dealership in the sky

[Tricky]

I cant believe you've scrapped it, it looks like quite a tidy car. I would have had the teledials off you lol.

Ah well sounds like you had a fun day Fancy getting you and your dad to come up here and fettle my golf back into shape

[S.Wheels]

Poor Rosie. You know if you'd have had a spare set of wheels you could have sold your porsche wheels.