Black Mini MNB 671P #4 and final.
The car had sensed that it was due for imminent replacement so had one last try at killing me.

Driving over to Congleton to hit Rafaelles the regions premier nightspot I heard a clunk followed by an almighty rumble that can only mean one thing. Exhaust has fallen off. Pulling over and taking a peek underneath revealed that indeed it had split in half and the back end with the silencer was dragging on the floor. It was rotted through.

A few quick pulls and the offending back box was removed and thrown into the weeds.

Driving back home sounding like a monster truck was tedious as without the back-pressure from the exhaust the power from the engine was miniscule and I managed to use 1/4 of a tank of petrol.

After rearranging a lift the night ended up a boozy success.

The next day my father took a look at the exhaust and informed me that the remaining part of the exhaust had been blowing hot exhaust fumes directly over the petrol tank for my 20 minute drive home and reckoned the petrol would have been pretty hot by the time I got home.

Devil car that, I tells ya.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 11:05, 1 reply)

It's funny, isn't it...
With the old cars we tended to take near-death experiences as part of the ride.

Door lock goes - oh well, I'll use the passenger one.
Brakes go - oh well, I'll use the hand-brake for the rest of my 50-mile journey.
Petrol tank explodes - oh well, I'll coast the rest of the way on the momentum.

Get any of that in a newer car and you'd think it was a real death-trap and never go in it again. Your expectations are much higher, I suppose!
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 11:45, closed)