That's me on the left (with glasses) in the blue striped shirt with Edgar Schiff, owner of the Stag since
1977. The car is loaded onto the trailer and I am minutes away from the 489 mile return trip to Detroit.
Our US-based motoring journalist and Brit car fan, Richard Truett has quite a fleet to keep him amused.
Here's the latest update...
The Stateside view
October 2008
That's me on the left (with glasses) in the blue striped shirt with Edgar Schiff,
owner of the Stag since
1977. The car is loaded onto the trailer and I am minutes away from the 489
mile return trip to Detroit.
HE problem with the first Stag
that I owned was its colour: Yellow. Specifically a blindingly bright shade
of yellow Triumph called Mimosa. I don't like yellow on cars. To me, yellow
only looks good on an ear of corn. So, I sold the yellow Stag, despite the fact
its mechanically challenged OHC 3-litre engine and twin exhausts made the most
wonderful automotive sounds I have ever heard in anything less expensive than
a Ferrari.
I let the yellow Stag go knowing full well that I would miss the car's beautiful styling. The Stag's dimensions are just about perfect. And there's not a bad angle or line of the Stag. It just looks great. It is an automotive work of art. But I am very particular, not only to colour but also to the Mark I and Mark II versions. I only like the 1973 and later cars. But 1973 was the last year for the Stag in the USA. Only a few hundred were imported, and they are very hard to find here. But every now and then, they do turn up.
And so while at work on Sept. 13th, between projects and while the boss was looking away, I conducted my usual search for interesting Triumphs for sale on the Internet. I spotted this ad:
"1973 Triumph Stag that is all original. This car has been in storage for the last 20yrs. Has the original v-8 engine, interior is in excellent condition. The car is totally unmolested, with only small surface rust due to being in a climate controlled pole barn. We have not tried to start the car, but with minor work from someone who KNOWS Triumphs would be a fantastic start. Has less than 22,000 original miles. Asking $7000.00"
The ad contained three photos that showed a very clean looking original dark blue car with a chestnut brown interior -- an excellent colour combination. Better yet, all the parts were where they were supposed to be. There is no one in the USA that stocks spares for the Stag, so restoring one is an expensive undertaking because everything has to be shipped from the UK.
The $7000 asking price, was of course, a sum I was never going to pay, especially for a non-running Stag. So, I didn't do anything right away. I kept my eyes on the ad just to see if the car would sell. About a week later, I sent the owner an e-mail asking for more pictures and then called him. About this time, the world economic situation started taking a very drastic turn. When stock markets are plunging and home values shrinking and retirement funds are disappearing like a mirage in the desert, buying classic cars falls down life's list of priorities.
After protracted haggling, the agreed upon selling price was $3500. When it comes to buying a car for cheap, the person I admire most in these matters is Keith Adams. I've never seen anyone end up with more perfectly usable classics for less. I felt Keith would nod in approval of me getting the owner to knock 50 per cent off the asking price. But, considering the dismal economic nature of the world today, $3500 still is a very fair price for the car.
Now, all I had to do is get the Stag to Detroit from its home since new in Evansville, Indiana, some 489 miles away from Detroit. Having a non-running car transported was out of the question. That would have been around $1000. That left with me with just one option: Go and get the Stag myself. If I did that, I could have the Stag home for around $300. Looking at the time and distance, I figured I could do the job in one very long day. If all went well, I could leave home around 8.30am meet the owner as just he returned from work at 3pm load up the car and then be back in my driveway by around midnight.
I had the time off from work. I could borrow the truck needed to tow a car-hauling trailer, which I could borrow from a friend in the Detroit Triumph Sports Car Club. So I decided to go for it. Preparations were simple: I packed a huge bag of sandwiches, snacks and drinks. To save time, I was only going to stop for fuel and to drain my own radiator, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. I set off on my mission to rescue the wayward Stag on Thursday, Oct. 23.
Here, then, is how the day unfolded:
8.46am I ease the big Chevrolet Silverado 2500HD out of my
driveway to go and pick-up the trailer from my friend Blake Discher.
9.15am Arriving at Blake's, I find his trailer and my truck
hitch are not compatible because the truck has a Class 5 or heavy duty hitch
and the trailer is Class 3. Bugger, as they say.
9.44am Now I am headed out of Chet's Rent All with the proper
trailer and $112 fewer dollars in my bank account. But I am on my way. Traffic
in Detroit is moving well. I set the stations on the Satellite Radio to the
'60s, '70s, '80s and deep album tracks. There will be no Michael Bolton, Kenny
G or Yanni corroding my ears on this trip. Satellite radio, which is not yet
available in Europe, works like cable TV. There are 275 or so channels with
every type of programming, most commercial free. I also turn on the Navi system.
Now there's nothing left thing left to do but sit here for hours and turn when
I am told.
11.50am I am in Ohio, 108 miles east of Dayton, when it is
time for the first fuel stop of the day. Diesel fuel is $3.39 per gallon. The
truck is using about 1 gallon every 15 miles, not bad.
11.57am 15 gallons and $51 later, I'm off again.
12.01pm The first of three ham sandwiches disappears.
3.05pm Fuel stop number two of the day comes in Interstate
71 near Louisville, Kentucky. 16 gallons of diesel costs $57. The land out here
is flat and boring. America's middle west -- at least this part of it -- doesn't
offer much in the way of interesting things to see. Even the automotive scenery
is on the dull side. I've seen just one British car all day, a new MINI Cooper.
No Jags and certainly no old BL products. Not even a Land Rover. The closest
I come to finding anything with even a remote connection to BL is a sign for
Triumph brand chewing tobacco.
3.14pm Back on the road. Thank goodness for Satellite Radio.
On the regular radio, there's nothing but Jesus talk and country and western
music. The Stone's classic Get Off My Cloud never sounded so good.
The dosh changes hands. $3,500 is cash paid for the Stag
5.45pm I turn the truck into Edgar Schiff's driveway, and there's the Stag. Looking over the car, it seems to match the description over the phone. There are no major surprises. But I see that it has suffered from poor upkeep. And that's understandable. Even in BL's best days in the USA, there wasn't a Triumph dealer or a pair of factory trained hands within 200 miles of Evansville, Indiana. This small town is buried in the middle of endless rows of cornfields smack dab in the middle of nowhere. How exactly did the Stag end up spending its life here? "I bought it from the doctor who bought it new," said Schiff, aged 82. "I drove it until about 1987. Then I bought a Corvette and I just parked it." He says the car never overheated. But I see that many of the cooling hoses have been changed and that the intake has been off the car. After only 21,960 miles, that doesn't speak well for Triumph.
The Stag on the trailer behind the truck, all ready to go. The drive home was
safe, but long.
6.20pm The car is loaded onto the trailer. I see
power steering fluid is leaking from the bellows as I chain the car down to
the trailer. But the dosh changes hands. I have been given the title to the
car and the keys. The truck and trailer are turned around. It's getting dark.
I am about 500 miles from home. But I am happy. The Stag is a blank canvas for
me. Since it is all there, I can take it apart, restore and put it back together
again. I could put a Rover engine in it, perhaps or leave it original. Thinking
of the possibilities will occupy hours of my time on the long drive home.
7:15pm The mind gets restless on long road trips. Calls to
girlfriends help break up the monotony. But my thoughts are with the car behind
me. I wonder: If it were possible to add up all the miles all the Stags ever
built have travelled I bet a disproportionally large number of those miles would
be just like now, with the Stag on a trailer or being transported some other
way.
8.27pm I am running low on fuel. There's less than 1/4 of a
tank. And I am in the middle of nowhere. I pull off the road in some small town
in Kentucky and find that both gas stations don't sell diesel. Back on the road
and starting to worry. This could get ugly.
8.52pm Thank goodness for British Petroleum! I see the familiar
green BP sign and the word "Diesel" coming up at the next exit on
Interstate 71. 17 gallons and $63 later, I am back on the road and getting ready
for the final 312 miles stretch home.
8.54pm The Clash's "London Calling" comes on the
radio. The volume goes up. Way up. The second ham sandwich disappears. The adrenaline
is flowing. I am really happy. Things are going great, and physically, I feel
pretty good. It's so nice to look in the rear view mirror and see that Stag
back there. I will make it into a beautiful car.
11.24pm Last fuel stop. I'm near Dayton, Ohio again and winding
down physically. It's been a really long day and I am starting to feel it in
my 47 year old bones. Only $36 worth of diesel this time. I am 198 miles from
home. Two old guys standing near the fuel pump are talking about some sort if
illicit affair. "You really should find a woman more your own age,"
says one. "Maybe I should put my line back in the water," says the
other. Though that is distracting in prurient, voyeuristic way, I find that
I can block that out by thinking of the Stag engine's myriad engineering deficiencies
and ways they might be cured or at least made more robust.
2.24am I turn the Chevy into my driveway. I am mentally drained
and physically shattered. Looking at the odometer in the truck, I see I have
covered 1096 miles. But I am thankful. There were no close calls. No gnarly
hours-long traffic delays. No speeding tickets or unwanted attention from the
law enforcement community. And I have a Stag again. Life is good. Oh, yes it
is.
Not much in the way of BL machinery spotted on the way to get the Stag. All
I saw was a sign for
Triumph chewing tobacco.
August 2008
The TR8 is nursed all the way back to health thanks to four huge boxes of parts
from Rimmers
T took less than 24 hours after
the arrival of my new TR8 before the boys at Rimmers over in Lincoln were packing
boxes of spares to send across the water.
Yes, you can still get many spares for the TR8 in the USA -- and that makes sense since most of the TR8's 2700 or so production run were sold here. However, Rimmers have some parts that can't be bought elsewhere, such as the non-catalytic converter down pipes that came on the few UK market TR8s. All the TR8s that came to the USA had big, heavy, cats fitted right under each exhaust manifold. Those things generate so much heat that they eventually fry the wiring harness on one side and the starter on the other.
After 27 years, the cats on my TR8 probably weren't very effective anymore anyway, so off they came. Let me back up a little, though, before I go on. If you've seen the blog entry, 547 miles in one day in a TR8, posted a few weeks back, you'll see how I ended up with this rare factory fuel injected TR8. After getting home from that trip I had a pretty good idea of what it would take to rectify the car's mechanical problems. There weren't many and most were related to age, not abuse or neglect, so the reparations started with replacing the steering column bush, a 90-minute job that took the slop out of the steering column.
That done, I had a look at the wiring going to the myriad sensors connected to the Lucas-Bosch EFi. I found a wire to a solenoid valve disconnected and, worse, two wires to the thermo time switch simply came out of their protective rubber boot. Those two things were rectified easily enough and, once done, brought to the great Rover V8 the proper level of smoothness that EFi is noted for.
Here is my newly rebuilt 4.0-litre Land Rover Disco engine for my 1981 TR7.
Horsepower is around 250...
Having a look underneath, I saw the exhaust system was rubbish. The thing that attracted me to this TR8 in the first place, besides the low price (a trait I clearly share with a certain K. Adams), was the fact that the TR8 is startlingly original. The rear half of the exhaust system, though, had the original rear boxes removed and glass packs welded in. It gave the car a nice rumble but, looking underneath the car, I could see that the over-the-axle pipes had more holes in them than a cheese grater. The centre mufflers, too, had rotted and were leaking so off the whole system came and on went the new stainless steel Falcon exhaust, which looks pretty, but is a poor fit. Only a hacksaw, a file, a Dremel and a steady stream of expletives saw the new system finally installed.
Next up, was to tackle a genetic problem all TR8s were born with: soft suspension. I installed a new, stiffer, set of springs which lower the car by an inch and also stiffen the ride. Since the front end was apart, I put in a new pair of gas-charged dampers, replaced all the rubber parts and installed a new set of ball joints. I also fitted a needle bearing front strut kit to smooth out the steering system.
Other minor maintenance included changing the oil and filter and flushing the brake system. Oddly enough, after the new 20W 50 Castrol GTX was circulating through the engine's veins, the low pressure oil warning light on the dash came on whenever the engine dropped below 1500 rpm. That sent me into full panic mode, although the engine made no dangerous noises or exhibited any symptoms of low oil pressure. Luckily for me, only the pressure switch was defective and a new one from a Land Rover of early 1980s vintage cured that problem. So, for the past two weeks, the TR8 has been doing well. Before she goes out for a respray, I plan to install a pair of modern and more efficient electric cooling fans to replace the original factory units and will have a professional take a look at the air con system.
Harris Mann, if you are still out there, you'll like this: I took the TR8 out for my weekly grocery run and, as I was walking out to the car, an elderly lady, who was looking at it from across the car park, called out: "That sure is a neat looking car." I said: "Thank you very much. It's old, though, and could use new paint." She replied, "Yeah, but the styling is great." Indeed it is.
The TR7 Sprint saw its most road time in the last two years but, for the first time ever, put me on the side of the road not once, but twice, in a four-day span. For some reason, the coil was getting so hot you could fry an egg on it. That was causing the engine to die. I took out the electronic ignition and re-installed some good old-fashioned points. That made the car run better, but still the coil was getting hot. I tried a new coil but to no avail. Something funky is going on with the ignition system. It may have to do with the in-line ballast resistor. Still, I trusted the car on a date with lady whom I hope to have a future with. The TR7 again showed its bad side but, in doing so, it let me shine. On the way back from dinner, the fuel pump croaked.
It was 9.10 on a Thursday night but an auto parts store a few blocks away was open until 10. I found the last electric fuel pump in stock on a shelf. That, a flashlight and some quick ties and $56 gave me one shot at a roadside repair. Failure would result in a bruised ego, the appearance of a tow truck and further damage to my credit card. Success meant I could be a hero to my lady friend, a knight in shining armour. Twenty minutes later, the TR7 was purring again, and we got home without incident, ego intact.
The hub is off the left front of the Rover 827 Sterling and the Haynes manual
is nearby
The TR7's days as a four-cylinder, however, are over. Sitting in my garage on an engine stand is a freshly built 4.0-litre Land Rover Disco engine. I now have all the factory original parts to make a clean, professional, conversion. I plan to do the job in a three-day span in later this month and then run the car for a few thousand miles on its Edelbrock carburettor, before switching over to fuel injection.
What can I say about my 1990 Rover Sterling 827 fastback? She's been almost completely perfect. Last month I replaced a noisy front wheel bearing and haven't opened the bonnet since. I am worried about something, though. I think the dreaded dash lift is starting. The windshield acts as a magnifying glass on the dash and, on a hot day, you could almost fry an egg on that as well. No wonder, then, that the dash warps and comes apart on 800s. I have been keeping a heavy towel over it and, while that has helped to keep the heat down, there are still two areas which are starting to deform slightly.
It's been a busy but happy month. I do now miss my Dolly Sprint, which I sold last month, but I am completely happy with my three classic BL and Rover cars so, at the moment, life’s good.
| Fleet update |  |
| 1981 Triumph TR8 EFi | |
| Mileage: | 60,839 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | new exhaust system, $650; two new oxygen sensors, $50; four new uprated springs, $145; new front dampers and sundry rubber parts, $190; oil pressure switch, $8; steering column bush, $14; new front brake pads, $30; needle bearing front strut kit, $35; sundry fluids, filters, wire connectors, etc. $50, new ball joints, $40 and uprated General Motors alternator, $100 |
| Engine: | Rover 3.5-litre V8 w/ Lucas-Bosch EFi |
| Gearbox: | LT77 5-speed manual |
| Horsepower: | 147 est. |
| 1981 Triumph TR7 Sprint | |
| Mileage: | 52,335 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $39 for new ignition coil; $49 for new electric fuel pump |
| Engine: | Triumph 2.0-litre SOHC 16-v 2.0-litre with TriumphTune 2-inch SUs, STR091 cam and 0.40 pistons |
| Gearbox: | LT77 5-speed manual |
| Horsepower: | 185 est. |
| 1990 Rover Sterling 827 SLi | |
| Mileage: | 106,092 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | Nil |
| Engine: | 2.7-litre SOHC 24-valve Honda V6 |
| Gearbox: | Honda 4-speed automatic, unfortunately |
| Horsepower: | 163 |
June 2008
Not your average Detroit driveway...
F someone had told me 15 years
ago, when I last owned a Rover 827, that someday I would say that these are
great cars, I would have immediately suspected that person of ingesting some
sort of mood modifying – and possibly illegal – substance. But I
say it now to anyone who will listen: the Rover 827 is a great car. And no,
I have not ingested some sort of mood modifying – possibly illegal –
substance. I am of reasonably sound mind.
My experience back in the late 1980s and early '90s with this particular Rover wasn't good. None of the three USA-spec Rover Sterlings I owned back then ever suffered a vehicle-stopping breakdown. But air conditioners never worked for more than a month at a time. Speedometers broke. And certain trim items didn't stay attached to the car.
And yet, nearly 20 years later, when time and more than 100,000 miles should have made my latest Rover, a 1990 Fastback, even more prone to that sort of trouble, I am finding it isn't so. Quite unexpectedly, my Rover Sterling has been forced into daily service, no easy job on the mean, potholed streets of Detroit. On 2nd June, on the way home from work, I crashed my 2005 Mustang while travelling around 60mph on the highway.
A red Honda suddenly changed into my lane about 5 feet off my front bumper and then the driver immediately stood on the brakes. I don't think I was even able to slow down much. It was a tremendous hit, enough to set off the air bag. And yet, I am thankful. I am so glad it wasn't my Rover or one of my classic Triumphs that met up with the rear end of the Honda. Because then I would have been angry, Pulp Fiction, getting medieval on someone angry. My Mustang can be easily replaced. My British cars cannot.
No one was hurt - and Richard's relieved he wasn't in the Sterling when the
Honda pulled out in front...
I have been using the Rover as my main mode of transport while the Mustang has been in the bodyshop and it has been nothing short of superb. And it has been nothing short of superb. A new driver's side window relay finally cured the intermittent nature of the thing, and now the window responds all the time in both directions when a driver's finger touches the buttons. The power seats are also now fully functional thanks to some cleaning of wire connections and wiggling of fuses under the dash. I am down to one final electrical problem: the rear window defroster doesn't work. However, I recently bought a new rear control unit from a UK-based Rover breaker and that should cure its ills.
I have one repair upcoming: the left front wheel bearing is a bit noisy. After 100,000 miles, it's entitled to be. I was able to find a new replacement bearing easily because it is the same part as used on the Honda Legend. Cost: $67. I had one minor mystery to solve since last month's Running Report: oil consumption was somewhat high at a quart every 1000 miles but there was no smoke coming from the tailpipe and no leaks under the car. I found a loose oil filter when I changed the oil and, since then, I have not had to add a drop.
My TR7 Sprint, despite my best efforts and a new oil pan from Rimmers, continues to have a minor oil leak. This is very disheartening. I can't find the source of the leak but it is coming from somewhere near the right front of the engine. In any case, I won't have long to worry about it because my TR7 soon won't be motivated by a four-cylinder engine. I am currently having a Land Rover Disco 4.0-litre V8 rebuilt and that is going to be transplanted into the TR. I want to do an authentic and professional conversion and so have been picking off the original factory TR8 parts needed on eBay for the last nine months. I have the subframe, PAS system, bellhousing, instrument pack, exhaust and cooling systems and all the other parts. I am planning to yank the Sprint engine out sometime in early September. There will be a full feature article on that job later this year.
This Discovery 4-litre V8 engine block (and all the rest) is about to be shoehorned
into Richard's TR7.
My TR7 Sprint, despite my best efforts and a new oil pan from Rimmers, continues to have a minor oil leak. This is very disheartening. I can't find the source of the leak. But it is coming from somewhere near the right front of the engine. In any case, I won't have long to worry about it. Because my TR7 soon won't be motivated by a four-cylinder engine. In for a rebuild at this writing is a Land Rover Disco 4.0-litre V8 that is going to be transplanted into the TR. For the past nine months, I have been picking off the original factory TR8 parts I need on eBay to make a professional conversion using authentic, original parts. I have the subframe, PAS system, bellhousing, instrument pack, exhaust and cooling systems, and all the other parts. I am planning to yank the Sprint engine out sometime in early September. There will be a full feature article on that job later this year.
I've done this job once before on TR7 VIN 408366, the 168th to the last car off the line. The job was so well done, not even the sharpest eyed TR8 fanatic could tell it was a conversion. Over the years, I have come to regret selling the car. Earlier this year, I asked the buyer if he'd sell it back to me but he said no and so now I am planning to do the job one final time.
My Rover V8 is being built by Mark LaGrue, one half owner of D&D Fabrications in Almont, Michigan north of Detroit. D&D is North America's headquarters for the Rover V8. Dan LaGrue, the other half owner of the business, is a former GM engine engineer who pioneered much work on the Rover engine. D&D sells rebuilt high performance Rover V8s in any state of tune and with whatever horsepower is wanted to customers all over the world. A full feature on the business is upcoming but, if you want to see what D&D is all about, check out the company's website at www.aluminumV8.com.
I guess that, with my Dolomite off to spend its retirement years in the warm Georgia sunshine, the TR8 conversion scheduled for this summer and with my Rover Sterling tamed and a pleasure to drive, things are going pretty well. My bank account is back to normal and I should be fine – as long, that is, as I stay off eBay and continue to ignore that beautiful 1997 Jaguar XJ6 Vanden Plas in Pennsylvania with just 45,562 original miles.
Thing is, I can have that car for the Buy It Now price of just $9998...
Mark LaGrue of D&D Fabrications and a completed cylinder head for Richard's
TR8 conversion.
| Fleet update | |
| 1977 Triumph Dolomite Sprint | |
| Mileage: | 53,989 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $2800 for body repairs and to repaint bonnet and fenders. Car now sold. |
| Engine: | Triumph 2.0-litre SOHC 16v 2.0-litre with mild road cam |
| Gearbox: | 4-speed manual with overdrive |
| Horsepower: | 140 est. |
| 1981 Triumph TR7 Sprint | |
| Mileage: | 51,799 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $75 for new oil pan and gasket. |
| Engine: | Triumph 2.0-litre SOHC 16-v 2.0-litre with TriumphTune 2-inch SUs, STR091 cam and 0.40 pistons |
| Gearbox: | LT77 5-speed manual |
| Horsepower: | 185 est. |
| 1990 Rover Sterling 827 SLi | |
| Mileage: | 107,362 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $50 for synthetic oil and new filter; $50 for good used window relay; $67 for new front wheel bearing. $30 for good used rear window defroster/radio amplifier unit and sundry trim items |
| Engine: | 2.7-litre SOHC 24-valve Honda V6 |
| Gearbox: | Honda 4-speed automatic, unfortunately |
| Horsepower: | 163 |
May 2008
Not your average Detroit driveway...
ITH Spring in full swing, I took
a week off from work and dedicated it to getting the Truett fleet ready for
a busy summer show season. This is going to be a special year. In August, the
biggest Triumph gathering in North America is taking place right here in the
Detroit area. It's the North American Triumph Challenge put on by the Vintage
Triumph Register, America's oldest and biggest Triumph club. Last year, nearly
400 awesome Triumphs attended the event in Valley Forge, Pennsylvania. At least
the same number of classic Triumphs are expected this year.
I have a real shot at bagging two major trophies this year in what must be the toughest show competition for Triumphs outside of Great Britain. Last year, I agonized over which car to bring. My restored Silverleaf TR7, VIN number 407912 -- one of the last 450 cars built -- had just gotten a fresh Sprint engine and engine bay respray, but wasn't fully sorted. Cosmetically, I was sure no other wedge at Valley Forge would touch it.
And that, in my judgement, was a correct assumption. In the end, I decided to take my 1977 Dolomite Sprint. The Dolomite, though not as fresh cosmetically, I knew I could trust on a long, hot road trip. I had spent two years sorting every niggle in that car. An older restoration, possibly done by the legendary Dolomite restorer and somewhat eccentric Brian Kitley in the UK in the mid 1990s, was holding up well enough for major competition.
A little repair needed...
So, this week, the front bumper came off the Dolomite as did the spoiler and some other trim items before she went off to the body shop to correct some minor cosmetic flaws, the worst of which was about a 6 -inch gash in the right front wing where the Dolomite met the garage door last fall during a careless exit by me. I haven't received the bill yet for the body repairs, but that will show up on the next report.
Anyway, right after the front bumper came off, I tackled a problem I had long been dreading: removing the driver's seat and replacing a broken rubber seat diaphragm. The 1300 miles to and from Valley Forge last year were terribly uncomfortable. With very little lower support because of the broken diaphragm, the driver's seat was nearly unbearable after more than an hour or so. It was like sitting in a bean bag chair. To make matters worse for me, the caravan of cars I drove with to and from Valley Forge stopped only for fuel and food, meaning that I logged more than 650 painful miles a day twice in a week's time.
The reason for Sprint-bound discomfort...
It seemed oddly appropriate that The Beatles' Help came on the radio in my garage just when I was struggling to install the diaphragm. I needed help. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anyone's help in any way to install something as simple as a seat diaphragm. But my 47 year old muscles and bones don't seem to handle the stress and strain of sometimes violent mechanical encounters as well as they used to. And so I struggled trying to stretch the heavy rubber diaphragm so that I could pull the clips that hold the upholstery to the seat frame. And then I realized I was doing it all wrong. By undoing the clips that hold the upholstery to the seat frame, I could peel back the cloth and put the metal diaphragm clips in their holes much easier. After that discovery, the job went quickly and smoothly.
The Sterling 827 also saw garage time this week. She can see clearly now. The old, original headlights had started to fog up from the inside. And so, needed replacing. But this is no quick fix. You see, the headlights used on the Federal Sterling 825 and 827 were far different than those used on European Rover 800s. They are smaller and have a separate, external parking lamp right next to the front sidelights. And, of course, there are no longer any new Federal spec Sterling headlamps available on this planet. The only alternative, then, is to fit the European lights.
Sorting the headlamp wouldn't be the work of a moment...
But that requires some serious work because the headlight bulbs and wiring are different. To get the new headlight assemblies mounted, I had to use a Dremel to grind away about 4mm of the inner lip of the bumper cover. With that done, the new lamps dropped right in and mounted flush with the sidelamps and hood. Then I had to snip off the wire connectors from the car and from the new headlamps and make my own connections. Luckily for me, Dale Charles, The Sterling Fixer, sent me a diagram showing me how to connect up the wires. Everything works perfectly. The European headlights make the front of the Rover look cleaner and more streamlined.
While fitting the new headlights was successful, my attempt to fix the intermittent driver's window lift was a complete waste of time. I took off the door panel and tried a good used switch I bought on eBay UK. It looked identical to the original, but was from a newer Rover 800 and had a different part number. I plugged it in and no windows worked. So, I just cleaned the connectors on the old switch and harness and put it all back together. Sometimes the driver's window goes down and sometimes not. I guess I will just have to live with it. In any case, the car continues to perform brilliantly.
The TR7 Sprint was scheduled to get a new clutch and gearbox this week. I bought what was advertised as a completely rebuilt LT77 five-speed 'box on eBay over the winter. Judging from the external appearance, it sure looks like a reconditioned unit. And yet, I now have grave doubts. The magnetic drain plug had metal shards stuck to it. The front and rear seals were old and brittle. And yet, the box turns smoothly and quietly and shifts easily into all gears. But it is such a big job to change a TR7 gearbox by yourself from underneath the car, that now I am not sure I want to do the job until I have someone take apart the supposed rebuilt 'box to have a look inside.
I guess that's the danger of eBay. You never really know what your are getting. I may end up just changing the clutch. The five-speed 'box in it now has just over 51,000 miles, but the bearings are noisy and shifting up into 2nd gear brings forth a disturbing crunch most of the time. When I put the new motor in last year, I also installed a new clutch. The only one available these days for a TR7 is a Quinton Hazel unit that is listed for both four-speed and five-speed cars. It's a terrible clutch that doesn't work well, at least with the five-speed 'box. I was lucky enough to track down a NOS AP five-speed clutch set, which I know will be fine.
Last year at Valley Forge, my Dolomite scored 387 points out of 400 in the concours class and came third. This year, she should do even better. I am also expecting big things out of the TR7 Sprint. And yet, neither of those cars are my favorites any longer. Though I have been a Triumph man since the mid 1980s, my heart has been captured -- make that kidnapped -- by the Rover. I love every minute I spend behind the wheel. Do I feel like a traitor to Triumph? Not really. There are Triumph genes in the Rover 800.
You'll recall it was styled and engineered at Canley by both Triumph and Rover personnel.
| Fleet update | |
| 1977 Triumph Dolomite Sprint | |
| Mileage: | 53,738 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $10.60 for a oil pan gasket; $25 for a good used seat diaphragm from the Triumph Dolomite Club |
| Engine: | Triumph 2.0-litre SOHC 16v 2.0-litre with mild road cam |
| Gearbox: | 4-speed manual with overdrive |
| Horsepower: | 140 est. |
| 1981 Triumph TR7 Sprint | |
| Mileage: | 51,335 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $500 for a supposedly rebuilt gearbox. |
| Engine: | Triumph 2.0-litre SOHC 16-v 2.0-litre with TriumphTune 2-inch SUs, STR091 cam and 0.40 pistons |
| Gearbox: | LT77 5-speed manual |
| Horsepower: | 185 est. |
| 1990 Rover Sterling 827 SLi | |
| Mileage: | 106,092 |
|---|---|
| Amount Spent: | $250 for two new and complete European headlights, all new bulbs and various wiring sundries; $40 for a used window switch pack |
| Engine: | 2.7-litre SOHC 24-valve Honda V6 |
| Gearbox: | Honda 4-speed automatic, unfortunately |
| Horsepower: | 163 |
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