I think my 48 year old 911 is magically mutating into a Plug-In-Hybrid! The Yellow Peril only seems to start reliably if both of Mr Bosch’s best batteries are brimful of volts ……….. which can be a little inconvenient at times.
Thankfully – removal of the batteries and a couple of days of trickle charging revived them sufficiently to resuscitate the slumbering Peril to get me to (and from) the Third Sunday In The Month sojourn to the Porsche Club’s Far-East(er) meet (Hackney Wick almost qualifies as being oriental).
It’s Stopped Starting
As the batteries are brand new – theories abound as to the root-cause of the Yellow Peril’s leccy loss and/or starting recalcitrance including:-
- Sticky starter
- Dodgy transmission earth strap connection
- Electrical drain
- Insufficient charging by the alternator.
Anyway – I feel a trip to Jaz Porsche coming on to sort this out as I have a few Perilous trips planned over the coming months. I just need enough battery power to get me to St Albans.
Easter (Porsche) Parade
Easter’s a funny time of year in London with lots of people escaping to soon to be visa-controlled foreign climes or to quaint UK coastal resorts to binge-burn on the sun’s ray and consume twice their own body-weight in fish and chips.
Consequently the turn-out of fellow Porschephiles (especially with such lovely weather conditions) was difficult to predict. I need not have worried however as PCGB London organisers Nick and Ed Pike had spread the word and Porsche’s new and old arrived in abundance.
There was a very decent turnout of 356’s with some regular attendees and some new faces. The white Cabrio and Gulf liveried coupe really stood out but the black early 356A (with it’s beehive rear tail lights) was also very nice.
Having said all of that – “the Rat” attracted the most positive comments ………… from the passing late-night/early-morning party people at least!
Where have all of the Early 911’s gone? I only spotted three examples whilst I was there (including the Yellow Peril) which was disappointing.
All three were of course prime examples so I shouldn’t really complain.
Come along Early 911 owners, don’t let the side down. What’s the world coming to when we’re outnumbered at such events by older and much more rare 356’s?
This was an interesting beast, about which I would have liked to find out more but I assume the owner was hell-bent on breckie rather than mooching around their rather brutally beautiful motor.
American British Graffiti
The walls of Beachy Road and Stour Road are blessed with some wonderful graffiti but with the construction of swish new apartment blocks and consequently accelerated gentrification of the area – these constantly evolving artworks will gradually disappear.
What can you say? Whilst this 911 would stand out on any street with it’s rather wild (some might say garish) graffiti paint job – on Beachy Road it was perfectly camouflaged to the extent that it was completely invisible – well almost.
Had it been parked there too long and become part of the art work – or is it owned by an in-the-money graffiti artist, who knows?
Modern 911s normally leave me a bit cold but in bright sunshine I have to admit that some of these cars were quite striking.
There was an elegant 993, an all too seldom seen 928, a hunch-backed Spyder and retro liveried Rothmans GT3 and Martini GT2.
Off to Margate for the de-rigeur Easter Monday pilgrimage seeking sun, sea and fish & chips. Perhaps not in the battery charge challenged Porsche though!