On Saturday I actually diagnosed and fixed a fault on the Spitty! OK....admittedly by the standards of Lewis Horton and Gareth Dubbeling my efforts were pretty lame. There I was, pootling with Soph back from the ice cream shop when suddenly I couldn't select any gears and it felt like the transmission was going to fall through the floor of the car. After a quick panic I mustered the courage to do a few Google searches on the subject and came up with the solution. Now the clutch is better than ever. A pint and a pie to the first reader who guesses what I did to fix the problem.
On Sunday we went to
Moraine State Park for a picnic followed by swimming and a paddle in the canoe with Kenny and Liz Smith and their three boys Rowan, Sawyer and Adam. "Our Adam" had a go with one of Kenny's fishing rods and managed to catch a rather fine fish.
3 comments:
You took it to the local clutch repair centre? Can I now have my pie please? - Mike
er...no....so no you can't have a pie.
But you can have as many pints as you can drink in the Gardener's (sniff) next time we are back in Blighty (sniff)
You put clutch fluid in it????
Gareth
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