I reckon that french car has turned you to drink
Oh, I turned to drink a long time before French cars. I drove a Fiat Seicento for ~12 years.
I reckon that french car has turned you to drink
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Anti-climax
I missed my calling in life....I could'a been a thief.
So, Gary and I were attempting to sort out the bootlid lock today. It locks just fine on the remote, but unlocks basically when it feels like it. Which is pretty much never. Mindful of what we had to do to the drivers door lock, we figured that adjusting the rods would do the trick. I then found a loose plastic bracket up in there as well, so tried some tape on the ends to build it up and keep it where it needed to be. Then it wouldn't unlock, either on the remote or the key.
****.
Not a problem, I'll just get the tools out....most of which are in the boot of the car.
****.
Right, new plan. With a torch, a completely inappropriately sized screwdriver, a scrap vernier calliper (only thing I could find to wedge in the gap I created) and some swearing....
Result? One open bootlid.
- took the moulding off that holds the number plate lights on and surrounds the boot handle.
- took the handle itself off
- stuck the calliper into one of the holes behind where the moulding was and pushed down on the lever arm inside the lock-and-handle mechanism
- shoved the key in the lock barrel and turned it to the unlock position
- prayed
- pushed down even harder on the calliper
- and yanked my hand from the key to the plate where the handle would be and hauled up on it
You either got it or you ain't got it. And me? I got it in spades
I bet the sense of relief was palpable.
Yep, palpable enough that you could have picked it up and carried it off...
So when do we get the pleasure of a photo update? I'm getting the shakes it's been so long.