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Now, I know there can be some problems with the brown forum on here, but let's put that behind us and just enjoy the following chod update anyway.
Yesterday I had a little adventure and headed over to Malham in North Yorkshire for the Generic Rubbish Vehicle Event also known as Shitefest 2013. The Princess performed flawlessly for the 220ish mile round trip, I am pleased to report. It was an event well worth attending as I got to meet some top people and see some vehicles that I found genuinely interesting and exciting. Exotica can be shiny chrome and massive engines but I take a certain delight in the more wabi-sabi end of the aesthetic scale, if you'll allow me a little pretention in terminology.
It's a bit of a trek to get over to Malham from near Chesterfield so I welcomed the opportunity of convoying with good friend and fellow chod botherer, Sam Skelton. We met up at Woolley Edge - a services that was disappointingly lacking in any sort of woolly edges - by which point the Princess had already attracted the attention of a young guy with a nice looking camera who politely asked for photographs of the car and an older guy who checked Howmanyleft.com on the spot to inform me there are only 3 1.7 HL Princesses left on the road. Sam and I set off after a quick natter and route confirmation with me taking the lead until we had to pull off somewhere so I could get a drink and clear my cold-befuddled head a bit. Sam took the opportunity to jetwash the Montego because when you're heading to an event held in a field that normally houses sheep you want your car to look its best.
Onwards we drove until we found the event field without too much drama... apart from the Mondeo that wanted my side of the road and nearly drove into me, which was fun. Parked up in the field of (abandoned/broken/discarded) dreams.
I had taken a bootload of stuff with me, including some spares from the BMW 518 that my brother had (now gone, victim of the rust and the weighbridge) and Sam suggested I turn the Princess into a Teutonic barge.
There was more chinwagging until we decided we ought to head off to the pub. Pubs are serious business. Me driving, Sam in the front passenger seat taking the picture and my other half Mike lounging in the back. They see us waftin', they hatin'.
We arrived at The Falcon which is a superb and tiny pub in a superb and tiny village. This was a really beautiful part of the UK, I have a lot of time for it. Mr Ian Seabrook was kind enough to take a rather flattering snapshot of the Princess who looked at once at home and completely out of place.
Mr Seabrook also took this picture without me knowing. It illustrates the pub you should seek out rather well should ever you be in the vicinity. It was worth the brake cooking and first-gear-hills trek over the moors/dales/mountains. I can comfortably say my new brake shoes are nicely bedded in now, especially if the smell my brakes were producing was anything to go by.
After a delicious bit of food in very pleasant surroundings, Sam, Mike, Joe and me piled into the Princess and headed back to the field a slightly flatter, less terrifying route since Joe is a local and knows the area well. We avoided the killer sheep that leaped out at the car for no good reason and stopped near a big hill I've forgotten the name of but I'd remember if you told me. Mr Skelton was once again at the helm of his DSLR to take a picture of one man and his wedge.
We made it back to the field without any real event. Bonnet up so people could marvel at the weirdness under there and I wandered around with my camera in hand thoroughly enjoying myself.
But I didn't have all the fun. I could regale you all with the stuff that went on, but this is the Princess thread so I'm sticking to Princess-only content. I made a fellow Autoshiter almost wet himself with excitement by handing him the keys to my car. Top bloke, drove the car like he was a part of it and I almost felt bad having to take the keys back. Thanks again to Mr Seabrook of this picture of a very happy man in a very brown car.
There was a Soviet Princess at the meet too. It was amazing, I loved it a lot as did a lot of other people there.
Annoyingly, while the Princess was supremely well behaved for our day out, this morning she decided she wanted a break. Fair enough, I did as many miles on the Saturday as I'd normally do over a fortnight and some of those miles were pretty tough hillclimbing ones that I'd never normally willingly inflict on myself, let alone an elderly and cherished friend. By way of reward, she politely informed me today that first gear would be difficult to obtain and reverse is only available when the engine is first turned off... some advice leads me to believe at the very least my clutch hydraulics need flushing and at the worst I need to rebuild/replace the cylinders/seals if air is getting in past them. What's strange is that the Princess went from being completely fine clambering up hills and bombing down the motorway and expressed no signs of having problems, was left overnight at rest and then decided it had an issue on starting up the following day.
In the meantime, I shan't be using the car until I've flushed the system at least but thanks to this horrible cold I think we could both do with a bit of a rest for a couple of days.