Gaiters didn't arrive this morning. So went out with the intention of washing away the salt and giving the car a quick polish, if only to spoil what started as a lovely spring day. It always rains if I polish the Jaguar.
Got bogged down in the repair of the door pocket instead, and decided it was a good opportunity to sort the creaky window action. Stripped the driver's side door and removed window winder mechanism. A flat coiled spring on the wound arm was dry and rusty. Cleaned and oiled it and then worked the mechanism, trapping a flap of skin on my finger in the gears. Ouch!
Window winds smoothly, though. Firmed up broken door pocket and had to pack up to take the kids swimming.
THIS IS the story of life with a classic car. I drive a 1972 Jaguar XJ6 and write about it here. I'm Martyn Moore, former editor of Classic Cars magazine. This is a two-year story about the roller coaster ride of classic car ownership. The most recent entries come from a classic car rally in 2005, the last journey I made in the car before putting it into storage. Use links on the right for earlier entries.
