Driven To Write’s Classic Vehicles Editorial Assistant is Myles Gorfe. Here he reports on life with his trusty Granada 2.0 L .
Miles driven: 2.3. Costs to date: bill pending.
It has been very busy on the Granada front this last month. After a bit of a spell where suppliers played merry hell with deliveries (bootlid badges, gear lever, steering column shroud, headliner, sill kick plates and a grommet for the fuel system) and the mechanic had to recover from a slipped disc, things have finally moved on.
Frankie J., who has done most of the work on the car since March, put his back out big style trying to lift the engine out for a spot of routine maintenance. He started late on a Friday evening after everyone had gone home. The engine suffered no damage but Frankie spent the weekend in the workshop unable to
move to get to his mobile. Luckily he had prepared his ground and had five Tesco BLTs lined up on the front wing along with a few cans of Red Bull. They found him early doors Monday – and even as the ambulance carefully lowered him into the stretcher he was giving instructions on finishing the removal job which went off otherwise without a hitch.
Replacement had to wait until Frankie returned – six weeks. In the meantime some of the bolt holes rusted meaning the installation went very slowly owing to bolts being unthreaded. I had to wait two weeks to get the right bolts.
With the engine back in and the driver’s seat now moving on its runners again (and not sliding off) the Grannie fired up without a problem, much to the satisfaction of Frankie J, Frankie P., and Truck Stan. The engine sounded quite strong but I let it run for half an hour before engaging second (first is still a problem at the moment).
Like a maiden launch, the Grannie rolled majestically down the ramp and onto the road as if it was brand new: only the missing interior trim spoiled the ambience a bit. After about two miles of confident cruising black steam poured from under the bonnet and I pulled over. It disappeared very quickly but the car couldn’t start. Petrol? Check? Starter motor? Check? A quick call to Truck Stan meant the Grannie was back in the shop in under two hours (Stan was on an errand to fetch a stalled Roller). Happens to the best of us.