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Bear Country

30th August 200914th March 2020 By roychinnorNo Comments

From Kelowna we headed south on Highway 3B towards Rock Creek and Kettle Valley. The whole area is overshadowed by fir tree forested mountains. Occasional rivers and creeks are seen flowing mellifluously over gravel beds and rocks worn smooth by the flow. I had decided to stop by one of these rivers, between Carmi and Rhone, to take some photos of Bridget and the scenery, when I spotted a helicopter carrying a very large box object under it. The chopper was skilfully manoeuvred between the hundreds of fir trees so that the box could be emptied by ground crew and then it departed the way it had come. The pilot could not have had more than a few feet in which to manoeuvre its rotors and it was fascinating to watch. We spent the night at Nelson, a town on the banks of Lake Kootenay, British Colombia. Just like Kelowna the night before, Nelson is a tourist trap. The following morning we headed...

The Last Frontier

28th August 200914th March 2020 By roychinnorNo Comments

We arrived in Canada just after lunch on the 21st August having replaced Bridget’s fuel pump. She was still misfiring at low revs and over 4,000 rpm, but otherwise was running OK. I still believed the carburettors were not balanced. We had been invited to stay with Peter and Anne Tilbury from the Canadian Classic MG Car Club and their home is only three miles from the USA border. Peter came down the drive to greet us and guide Bridget into a waiting garage. After the introductions we were joined by Rod Taylor- Gregg and set about trying to resolve Bridget’s misfire. Rod examined the jets, needles and seats in the carburettors and noted that the seat of the rear ‘carb’ was somewhat higher than that of the front one. This meant that the starting position for the mixture control would different, something that you would not be aware of if you just tried to balance them without first looking inside. After...

Route 101

21st August 200914th March 2020 By roychinnorNo Comments

I chose to drive north from San Francisco on highway US101 rather than the quicker route I-5 after several people told me that the coastal road was really pretty. I left immediately after an early breakfast; the weather was sunny but the temperature only just over 70ºF. Being a Sunday the traffic was light. A forty mile stretch of the US101 between Garberville and Pepperwood is called Redwood Highway or the Avenue of the Giants, referring to the giant redwood trees that are reputedly the largest in the world. I drove Bridget through the Chandelier tree which is one of four that has had a small roadway bored through the trunk. Not surprisingly they are big tourist spots but fortunately the conservationists have ensured that no more suffer this fate in the future. The drive as far as the town of Fortuna, eight miles north of the worlds largest timber saw mill, was picturesque and I decided to stop here for the...

Onward, Onward, Into The Valley Of Death…

15th August 200914th March 2020 By roychinnorNo Comments

We drove out of Vegas early Sunday morning and made good time heading north towards Carson City and Reno. After around 80 miles we turned left heading for Death Valley National Park. This is one of the iconic drives in the USA that motorheads must do similar to the historic Route 66. It is supposed to be one of the hottest areas to drive in although I had some doubts about that after being in Pakistan and Australia. Bridget started out well with no misfire or hesitation. Approaching the turn to Death Valley I thought I had fluffed the gear change when there was a grinding of gear cogs, but then I found it extremely difficult to shift into any gear. I pulled over and sprung the bonnet catch. Getting out and lifting the bonnet I removed the top of the clutch master cylinder. Sure enough it was almost empty! When on earth did I last check the level? Apologising...

Unique Page

8th August 200914th March 2020 By roychinnorNo Comments

Page, Arizona is a small and very young town. It really didn’t exist until it was decided to build a dam, creating Lake Powell and the town was officially incorporated in 1957. It also has a copper mine but the major income earner for the town today is tourism. It is a great jumping-off point for the Grand Canyon, both southern and northern rims, has a fascinating and quite unique canyon called Antelope Canyon and lots of water sports on the lake. The people here are genuinely warm, hospitable and friendly, and they are also well aware of the outside world. The owner of the local radio station, Dan Brown, a fellow MG owner (2 in fact, a MGB and a TD), contacted me through this website and invited me here for a couple of days R & R. I thought this was very kind of him and that was before I knew that he had arranged a number of activities for my...