A Growing MINI Problem
Sunday in the Park at the Lime Rock Historics is a great event for the 2002 group. Thirty or forty 02s in all guises make the trip. Stock, retro-mod, rat-rod; all the cars are appreciated, but the people make the day.
I drove out in my recently "finished" (when are they ever truly done?) '73 with my wife in the passenger's seat and my good friend Jeremy in his classic Mini followed behind. We enjoyed a day of perfect weather and awesome cars, then decided to get a little lost on some of the beautiful back roads when it was time to head home. Having just completed the car, I had everything I could possibly need stuffed in the trunk. Tools, spare parts, fluids, and even a jack stand rattled around the trunk arranged in plastic totes.
We found a perfect driving road in a hilly area. Beautiful, twisty turns, wonderful early fall scenery, and two vintage cars. It was exactly the reward we want when getting dirty keeping these relics rolling. |
Then the pavement ended and we found ourselves on a narrow dirt road. Oops. If that wasn't enough, we came upon a gold Camry that couldn't have been doing more than 5 MPH. We followed at a respectful distance, but the driver did figure that the two rally-inspired cars trailing might want a touch more speed and we were allowed to pass.
We came across a breathtaking lake in the mountains. I peeked in the rearview to see if Jeremy was enjoying the view, too.
No Mini.
I backtracked the trail and found Jeremy and the Mini about a quarter of a mile behind. The front wheels were pointed in different directions. As we crawled under to take a look, the Camry rattled by. The driver, now identified as an elegant grandmotherly-type in her 70's or 80's, honked her horn and laughed at us. Ouch. No cell signal, of course. That would have been too easy.
The Mini's suspension is odd to those of us used to German vehicles. A track rod that locates the hub had come loose, not a tie rod failure. The bolt simply disappeared. Cursing himself for purchasing a bumper sticker that read "The parts falling off this vehicle are of the finest British manufacture," Jeremy went hunting on the road for the rogue bolt. I popped open the 02's trunk and gathered some tools. I grabbed the bag of beautiful new fasteners I had collected for just such an occurrence, arrogantly confident I'd have a solution. The smallest set I had was an M10. Why would anything smaller be needed to get us home? The bolt was, of course, an M8. I didn't have anything that fit.
Time to scrounge. The hoods went up and we started looking for something that could be temporarily removed. There aren't a lot of M8 bolts used on the 2002. The driving lights on the Mini, however, were mounted with M8s. Sure enough, we had one the right length. |