Sunday, 24 July 2011

A Win!

Just what I need: something to polish

Not only did 270 KTA get along to her first rally today, she somehow managed to win me a cup.

"Best Single Deck Bus, 1962 to present" is a bold claim, and not one I'd make myself just yet; even at fifty paces you can see what needs to be done.

But I'll happily take some shiny silver credit for just getting 270 KTA to Plymouth's Hoe rally today; and how humbling that it's decided by a vote amongst fellow preservationists, people who know that making things look nice is the easy bit.

This was the empathy vote.

(And what a thrill to have the trophy presented to me by none other than BBC Radio Devon's Gordon Sparks, a man I haven't seen since last Friday...)

Well done, 270 KTA!

Friday, 22 July 2011

On the 'Oe

It looks dangerously like you might get to meet 270 KTA at a rally this weekend.

All being well, we'll see you on The Hoe on Sunday - a fitting first public outing for our friend.

You'll observe that whilst cosmetics are still a long way down the priority list, I've now made a start on polishing the first half dozen yards of the 27,000 miles of aluminium brightwork an SU has to offer.

Ting!


Tuesday, 5 July 2011

The Other Kind of Ticket

We all laughed at 'On the Buses' when Eunice Black - playing the world's most over zealous traffic warden - slapped a parking ticket on the front of Stan Butler's bus.

It doesn't seem so funny now...

You see, the problem with having 270 KTA fit for the road is that I'm now bound to behave like an excited child and do all the little things I've been dreaming of since, well, I was one... like driving over to Totnes - a major haunt of Bristol SU's in their heyday - and pretending it's 1962.

In the old days, my chosen spot was one of several bus stops on The Plains, outside the Western National enquiry office. It's only natural that I should want to recreate the scene as closely as possible on the much heralded day I should get to drive an SU to Totnes...

Even if the bus stop is now a taxi rank...

I first noticed the warden's presence through the viewfinder of my camera - some irritating woman in a high-visibility jacket getting in the way of my shot. Oh bugger.

Fortunately, the warden was more sympathetic than Eunice Black. After an outrageous lie about having some problems with the bus, she waved me on with a pitying half-smile.

I think she knew my game; as if I'd have a problem with 270 KTA!

Ahem.

The trip to Totnes carried the thinly veiled excuse of needing to warm up the engine to investigate our rogue ticking noise. It turns out to be number 3 injector which is making the noise - not a major problem thank goodness, but something I'll put right in the next few weeks.

Then I can really get down to some illegal parking...