I was out fossicking in skips on Sunday, because I'd spotted some good pieces of plywood that a friend would find useful for their tree house. Plywood duly delivered, I set off home, which involved driving up one of those VERY STEEP streets with which Bristol is littered. (We do have the steepest street open to traffic in Europe, or the world, or something, you know).
Shortly after getting to the top, in low gear, at high revs, the engine started making a TOCK TOCK TOCK noise when it was under load. Take foot off accelerator, noise disappeared.
Worry worry. Oh no it's the big end. Paranoia.
Get home, calm down, post a message on the Morris Minor Owners Club messageboard describing the symptoms as best I can. It is suggested that it may be the head gasket blowing.
Well, you've got to start somewhere. Yesterday it rained, so I did nothing. I hate strippping engines down in the rain, in winter.
After a late (for me) night out at Bradford on Avon, living the wild life of a poet, I was brain dead, snotty and sore-throated today. But the engine had to be done. So I got stuck in.
Phew, it is indeed the head gasket. Can you see, it's blown between the front two cylinders.
So while it is a bloody nuisance having to do it, it could have been a lot worse. I tell myself.
Now ordering up replacement gasket, and getting ready to grind the valves and all that stuff.
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