(Personally Malcolm – I think you did a smashing job!)
As a boy in Nairobi I was hooked by the Bond movies into anything spy related. I used to play at being the Man From Uncle with my blond friend Peter as Illya Kuryakin (Peter’s father Tony Harthoorn was the vet who looked after Joy Adamson’s lions and inspired the TV series Daktari).
One Saturday night Peter’s mother announced she was taking us to the drive in cinema to see a spy film. Fantastic, we thought. Derek Flint or Harry Palmer or, dare we be so lucky James Bond.
Imagine if you will , the horror of two eight year old boys on discovering that the promised spy movie did not star some hairy chested tough guy but a saccharin sweet blond bimbo called Doris Day and a short arse aussie called Rod Taylor (who was actually brilliant in The Dark of the Sun). And to top it all the film was called “The Spy in Lace Panties” eeyuck!!!
In homage to all the hairy chested tough guys – here is “A Spycar in Boxer Shorts”
Yes, while Malcolm has been replacing fuel tanks and differentials ROJ has been stripped, sand blasted, angle grinded, whacked, welded, sworn at, whacked and welded some more, stregnthened, straightened, zinc coated and hammerite coated, undersealed and oiled until you see before you the Terminator of Aston Martin chassis. This car will never rust again!
..looks more like a prototype Batmobile than Bond-mobile
I think i’ve got enough exhaust pipes now – including the new SS ones in the barn.
…Ah yes, a body should fit in here nicely!
In a previous entry I mentioned the problem with rusty bolts and screws – many of which broke while trying to remove them. The most troublesome was the wishbone bolt that sheared off
Malcolm had a whizzo idea – weld a head back onto the stub and then turn it out.
A far more ambitious trick than I would have attempted, and one from a person who certainly does not lack confidence in his own artistry!
When we first fired up ROJ the fuel we put in went straight through the holes in the bottom of the tank (at a Â£ a litre I was on hands and knees soaking it up witrh a sponge!) Note the brand new tank behind the car.
So there we have it – all ready to start bolting the oily bits back on. In the front view you will see I have left the corner of the front chassis member unpainted – this is because the chassis number is stamped there – a photo of which will go into the restoration record with the concurrent engine number.
Later this month we are off to Santa Pod to watch fellow Aston Martin club members race their cars – next year perhaps ROJ will be among them.
Sadly My friend Peter Harthoorn died in his early thirties. He was remembered in a piece of music ‘Elegy for Peter Harthoorn’ by Australian composer Carl Vine.