The joys of relic ownership

The last couple of weeks have been rather interesting, due to fabulous spring weather and renewed vim and vigour in our social circles.
So after several barbecues, ignoring the computer completely, a trip to Ciney in a freinds nice old Porsche (that doesn't break down - this is important) and a few trips in my own tatty triumph, I finally am having little problems creep in.
Obviously, if your car is 41 years old and in dire need of restoration, it's not going to have modern Toyota-esque levels of reliability. Hell no!
So after spending a couple of hours with a friend sorting the carburettors, we noticed a timing problem wit the engine. after my treck to Ciney a couple of freinds (on who normally lives in Estonia!) popped by and sorted the distributor. So what happened next? Ah well, the electrical connections decided to go to pot. I thought I had sorted the problem with a replacement wire, so on a warm sunny evening went for a drive, to pay the lad who had sanded, repainted laquered and balanced my wheels. On the way back the car died...

Bugger.
Luckily this is a great way to meet people who have the same illness! A rather pleasant chap in Habay who has recently got rid of his Triumph Spitfire for a very nice AC Cobra replica helped me out (yes, I set off with no tools...), and I got home before the wife started worrying. :)