RogueRunners Devon 26 - Epilogue

Well, I've been back over a week, what's my feeling about the whole thing now?

It's odd isn't it - I had Day 1, Day two & a fair bit of Day three, so I pretty much had the same amount of tour as I have on the previous Devon trips, and yet I still feel cheated. The new routes - as far as I saw them - worked reasonably well, on Day two, some of the roads were like that scene in StarWars where they're going through channels in the Death Star the sides were sheer & very high, so I think I've taken them out of the route.

But as usual, the camaraderie & the fun was the thing, the Rogues are a brilliant bunch of people, but special thanks have to go to Ken, who stood with me for three hours waiting for a lorry, then waited for nine hours with my girlfriend the very next day. Also to Mark who also waited with her.

So what's happened since?

I ordered another wheel bearing from Burton Power & delivered it & the drive shaft to Harding Auto Services to have it fitted, then went to see my lovely girlfriend for a few days. She had been contacted by the recovery people at Highfield Garage in Exeter who had kindly moved things around so that the Tiger could be kept indoors, then delivered it to Peterborough the day I was leaving with great care & attention to detail, so it was unloaded, pushed into the garage & put on charge so the investigations can begin.

Then today (Thursday) Harding Auto Services called to say the new bearing had been fitted, so I've collected the half-shaft & fitted it back in the car, so as soon as I've wrestled some oil into the axle (it's not easy with the fuel tank where it is), the wheel can go back on & it can get tested.

After that it may get SORNed, though that would be a sad thing. I ought to keep it going until the end of October & then there are some winter mods I'd like to do.

AND, the DJI camera that malfunctioned on the road trip has been away to DJI & both it & the remote were replaced under warranty, even though there was nothing wrong with the remote, astonishingly I managed to get through the rather long winded set-up process without recourse to Tech support (my girlfriend) & so that's all up & running again. Pity there's no more trips really.

So the blatting season draws to a close on a bit of a low note, but the technical difficulties with both cars are reasonably easy to diagnose & while neither is actually fixed yet, they should both be a simple matter of swapping out parts.

We shall see.

RogeRunners Devon - Day 4 - When It All Went Wronger

 

Day 4? But you’re at home you cry. Well yes, read on.

I went out to the garage first thing & took out the ½ shaft. As suspected the bearing was a mess, with balls hanging out of the side & the cage all crumpled up. I ordered a new one from Burton’s & started cleaning the oiled up parts. 

Then there was a message, my girlfriend’s car had broken down.

This was the nightmare scenario.

Fortunately she was in a safe place with two of the other Rogues (Ken again - not getting much driving in on his driving holiday). The alternator light had been moody the previous day & then when she was somewhere south of Ilfracombe the engine coughed & died because the alternator seems to have failed.

There was a lot of tooing & froing on whatsapp but in the end she elected to be relayed home, which was the best idea in the circumstances, but all our luggage - & she has a lot of luggage - was at the hotel, so it was all going to have to be moved by the other Rogues.

But that’s not the worst of it. They were sat at the roadside for over NINE HOURS waiting to be picked up. It had taken so long to organise a truck that in the end they offered her a courtesy car & the Tiger would be delivered in a day or two.

BUT

They wouldn't bring the courtesy car to her, oh no. The truck would take her & the Tiger to Exeter & then she would have to drive 1 1/2 hours back to Ilfracombe, or 5 hours home in a strange car in the dark, when she'd been hanging around for 9 1/2 hours already. Is that considered safe?

Between them the three Rogues decided that she would go back to the hotel (I'd cancelled it, then called again & said NO! we still need it!) & then today Ken has driven her home - which is beyond his house & Mark has bought mine & her belongings back to my house & I'll sort it all out & take hers next time I go. (sigh).

RogueRunners Devon IV - Day 3 - When It All Went Wrong

It started off well, the overnight rain hadn’t found its’ way into the car, so the roof came off & after breakfast we said farewell to Duncan & Alison who were heading home for a family celebration & au revoir to Mark who was spending the day seeing the sights of Ilfracombe – yes I did warn him about the Damian Hurst sculpture “Verity” – after all he may want some lunch during the day.

We decided to go west, so only five cars headed out of town heading for Cornshire & we found ourselves on a lane with “ROAD AHEAD CLOSED” signs, I’ve never understood the point of these signs unless they say where it’s closed. We rumbled on though many pretty hamlets & past many more such signs & eventually after perhaps eight miles we did find a road that was closed, but not on our route. We seemed to get through Barnstaple easier than yesterday & got out into the countryside, but all was not well.

In a village, as I pulled in to let a vehicle pass, there was a small thud noise, barely audible, but I thought I’d felt it through the chassis. I decided it was probably just a pop though the exhaust as it had started doing that again recently. But as we travelled on it did it again & again, then I was hearing it properly. I wondered if a suspension bolt had loosened, but bouncing the car up & down in the “Buffing Billy café” car park showed no sign of clonking, so we moved on. It was still getting worse, so I pulled into a layby on the A39 & looked underneath, axle oil was dripping from the nearside end, I took the wheel off, but all the bolts were tight, something had failed in the bearing I had fitted less than a year ago.

I would be going home on a truck.

I thought if I could limp the car back to the hotel I could passenge with someone for a day & organise a truck for the Saturday, so Ken (who had given up his blatt to stay with me) & I turned round & trundled up the A39 at 30 getting in everyone’s way (sorry I we held you up) but all the time the noise was getting worse, the worrying thing being that it wasn’t constant, it was horribly mechanical, then it was disappeared, then it was horrible again, so after a few miles I pulled into a layby & called for a lorry. To their credit they didn’t send a man in a small van to assess it, they just sent a low loader with a promise of 60 – 90 minutes. But after an hour & a half, of a lorry there was no sign.

At one stage a recovery truck went past with a graphic of a Cobra on the side, I said to Ken "that one would be appropriate", but it didn't stop. When I called again for an update I was told there had been an accident up the road & that had taken precedence. After another hour I called the dispatcher, to be told my rescuer “was a few minutes away” which to be fair he was – but on the other side of the A39 & it was ten miles & two sets of road works to the next junction to turn around.

While I had been waiting, the bank called me to say my credit card had been used fraudulently, though I wasn’t convinced it actually was the bank as it was all “a bit odd”.

So eventually I was picked up after three hours by the truck with the Cobra on the side & Ken went back to the hotel. I have to say the truck itself was very nice, air suspension & all very comfy as far as it went.

But as far as it went was Taunton Dean services. 

I would have to await another lorry, then I got a text message saying the other lorry would be 2hrs 20min – just long enough to need to pay £15 for parking via an app that I didn’t have. I waited 1 ½ hours in case the truck arrived early – no chance of course & it then took me the thick end of an hour to get the app & pay for the parking.

The next low loader arrived at the promised time. It was not like the first one. It was older than my Cactus & pitched, heaved & crashed over the slightest ripple in the road, but I was on my way.

Three hours later I arrived home, ten hours after calling for help. I put the car in the garage & retired to bed.

RogueRunners Devon IV - Day 2

Day 2 started dry, so as Duncan & Alison would be heading home tomorrow we elected to do a new route, the southern most route, all the way down to Dartmoor.

The beginning was a bit turgid to be honest, with traffic all through Barnstaple & then when the roads did get interesting, we were stuck behind a logging lorry for quite some time, but slowly the roads got better &the traffic thinned, but then drizzle started as we climbed up onto Dartmoor. But the road was fantastic as was the scenery. I had found a hotel as a coffee stop, but the look on street view wasn’t promising, so I had a back-up, but in the event the Two Bridges Hotel looked very nice as we crossed an ancient stone bridge to arrive in the car park & as a couple of us were a little ahead I managed to get some photos as the others crossed the bridge.

There were signs up saying parking was £5 for non-residents, we would be customers, but not residents, so I asked at reception & was told parking would be be free if we were customers. Which was a good thing as the place was very genteel, but in spite of that they didn’t even object to Mark’s legs being on show! The room we sat in had no fewer than seven clocks, none of which were showing the right time, one had no hands!

It was a little awkward to exit the car park, but we all managed without too much wheelspin & we traversed the rest of Dartmoor avoiding green sheep, red sheep, horses & cows, before refuelling, then heading back across Dartmoor heading north.

It was here that we found ourselves doing mile after mile on a tiny road with high hedges & grass & even rubble in the middle, I wondered why I’d chosen that road & why it hadn’t been found in checking, then I realised there had been no waypoints at all, so this was a SatNav route, not the T.Y.R.E. route I’d planned.

Just as we got back to roads with a white line up the middle, we arrived at the second coffee stop at Ullacombe Farm Café which was another lovely place. After that the rain slowly got a little heavier as we headed north, but was still little more than drizzle when we re-fuelled & only turned to proper rain once we got back to the hotel. Buy joy of joys - the self-park I'd mended on my Girlfriend's car worked perfectly.

After a rest in the hotel we wandered down to The Lime Kiln restaurant & mostly had fish & chips.

RogueRunners Devon IV - Day 1

We were up early – it was still niiight tiiime, but I prepared the car & loaded it up & at very early o’clock we set off for a refuelling stop at Popham. While we were there both Brian & Mark went past & when we arrived at the breakfast stop in Andover at a Travelodge in Hawker Siddley Way (which the SatNav entirely failed to pronounce), the gang was pretty much all there.

Having had breakfast, we set off back towards London briefly before turning south towards the A30.

We didn't encounter much traffic through Salisbury & managed to all stay together, we passed through Wilton where the carpets come from & at shortly afterward we branched off the A30, heading for the B3081 & ZigZag Hill. The road runs along an open ridge before plunging into the bends & there was a car about 1/4 mile ahead, "no problem" I thought, "I'll just rumble along slowly & have the curves to myself. But I hadn't realised just how slowly the car was going along a wide, open A road. When a car came up behind me I thought I'd better speed up a little or it will overtake giving me the same car-in-front problem, but the actual car in front was now going really really slowly, so I caught it at the top of the hill & it actually STOPPED twice on the way down (sigh).

But shortly after SHAFTSBURY there was a coffee stop at “The Udder Farm Shop”, which is a very nice place indeed & has slogans such as this on the walls.

Refreshed & back on the road we headed mostly south & a bit west, at this point we were in deepest Dorset, so the villages were few, far between & mostly double barrelled. we enjoyed some wriggly A roads as we headed north back to the A303 & M5 via “Beech Barn Café” for another coffee stop.

We weren't at all sure what to make of this as we drove in, it was a little way off the road & appeared to be a complex of renovated farm buildings each with a different company name over the door, we weren't sure where to park, so parked in a line in a small car park & I went off searching for the café in the obvious place near the parked cars I'd seen when I got out of the Stylus. Having confirmed the location I returned to find the Rogues ambling off in another direction - they're useless without a SatNav.

The place turned out to be a bit of a find, very nice, very quiet & very nice cake.

Beyond Ilchester there was a refuel stop on the A38 & we were soon on the proper Exmoor roads we’d come for, the roads improving all the way to Dulverton, then it got really good all the way to the coast. But before that there was some confusion about a last coffee stop at Withypool – it was a nice looking little café in a 1930s petrol station – the pumps were still there, the website gallery had photos of classic cars & old bikes outside, 

so I thought it may be a photo op, but in the event there were quite a few cars parked around the tiny village green, a couple of us went over the town bridge to a car park that was mostly full, at which point someone said they'd rather go on to the hotel & everyone except Mark & me followed them. They missed a bit of a treat really, almost as soon as we got into the café, most of the customers left (this often happens - can't think why), so I moved the Stylus next to the old pumps & took an atmospheric photo or two.

So it was just Mark & I that rumbled serenely up to the coast & round the hairpins on the road into Coombe Martin, re-fuelled in Hele Bay, then after a mile or so, into the hotel.

That evening we sauntered down to the harbour & "The Smugglers" for tea as the sun went down.

DevonBlatt The Forth - Prologue

The DevonBlatts began as a gentle "season opener" before the main road trip in May each year & a WalesBlatt in September. But as we no longer go to Wales since it has become tourist hostile & last year, organising two road trips inside a month was too much, we've moved the DevonBlatt to September & extended it to the length of the old WalesBlatt.

Will it work? Well the weather will be similar to April & it's at the end of the season, so the traffic could be OK, but it might be festooned with retirees driving campers - imagine, retired folk out on a driving holiday! Tch!

We are going back to out usual hotel, the very nice "Laston House" where there aren't evening meals, so we'll stroll into town, I have three different restaurants booked.

The Stylus is running OK - if a little smelly. I put two gallons of diesel in it by mistake, fortunately that only took it to 1/2 full, so I was able to brim it with petrol to dilute it enough to limp home (on 25% Diesel) where I drained 5 gallons out & then refilled it again, so it's down to 6% diesel now & apart from being a little hesitant to start, it's fine once it's warm. So can I claim it's a hybrid? It's running on two different fuels after all. Hopefully in the next few days I'll get the chance to run it around & dilute the diesel a bit more before DevonBlatt IV.

In other good news I think I have solved the riddle of my lovely girlfriend's Tiger windscreen wiper problem - possibly both problems. The wipers work for about three wet days, then stop working. Later they will just work again. I reasoned this must be water related & the large hole in the dash so the ignition key can be fitted into the column looked a likely ingress point. A little CADing & a flexible print later & there is now a shield over the hole which should stop the majority of the water getting in. There was also an issue with the wiper self park - it didn't. My Girlfriend had always assumed this was "because KitCar", but we assured her the wipers should self park & I approached the Tiger with a multi meter & a wiring diagram. I proved that the self park signal was getting back to the switch & the switch itself was a likely suspect. But where to get a 40 year old stalk switch? Ebay offered a few at £50 each, but a message posted on the Rogues whatsapp almost immediately produced an offer of a matching pair of switches from a guy who sold his kit a couple of years ago. They were exchanged for beer, the wiper side switch was swapped into the Tiger & IT WORKED!

So if there's anything that will guarantee no rain on DevonBlatt IV, it's making the wipers work.

EXCELLENT 👍

Braking Point

 <Sigh>

The Stylus arrived all those years ago with hydraulically switched brake lights, in fact it had two hydraulic switches, one on the front & one on the rear system - which is a good thing, but they still only switch the brake lights on when the pressure rises high enough to trigger them, so I thought I'd fit a mechanical switch as well, which will switch the light when the pedal moves.

I put a micro switch on the pedal & a ramp on the footwell roof (floor mounted pedals), that lasted a few presses & stopped working. I re-arranged it a bit & it seemed fine until a guy in a BMW pulled up beside me & instead of the car-based compliment I was expecting said "your brake lights are on all the time". I crawled into the footwell & unplugged the mechanical switch.

I tried another type of microswitch - which broke - so I went back to the original roller type & printed a slightly different shape ramp. Once again it worked perfectly in the garage - BRILLIANT.

I went out today to meet some of the Rogues for breakfast, but first I pulled over to post something & as I turned round to go back to the car, THE DAMN BRAKE LIGHTS WERE ON - ARSE!

Once again I took off the steering wheel & clambered into the footwell at full stretch at the roadside & unplugged the switch. A little while later as I rolled into Guildford in the traffic, a lorry driver leaned out of his cab & said "excuse me, your brake lights aren't working" (well, I was in Guildford, even lorry drivers are polite in Guildford). I cursed under my breath, reached behind the roll bar & pushed the brake pedal - the brake lights came on, so I just hadn't had to push the pedal hard enough in the traffic to make the hydraulic switch work WHICH IS WHY I WANTED THE MECHANICAL ONE.

Now back at home I could see that while the roller travelled up the ramp & switched the lights off, it was possible for the pedal to carry on moving to the extent that the roller came out of contact, switching the lights on again. It didn't do that at all during testing in the garage.

With the newly printed angled ramp the roller stays in contact & the brake lights stay off when my foot's off the pedal. All the time. What ever the pedal does. Over & over & over again I've tested it, pushing the pedal gently, hard, fast & slow & it's worked perfectly every time. Will it work outside the garage? Only time will tell.