I’m still having trouble with my damn engine. Ever since Big John fully restored her last year, she’s just not been right.
It’s not his fault, you understand. At first we thought it was the reconditioned injector that had failed, so we got that re-reconditioned again.
But she still kept smoking like a Beagle.
I managed to limp home from The Salt Barge on the Trent and Mersey. It took me 6 days of worrying until I got her safely moored in a marina to await her diagnosis.
Turns out it was number 4 oil ring that had snapped.
Now don’t ask me the significance of this, that’s John’s department. Apparently in 40 years of fixing engines (That came as a surprise, I thought he was only 50! Think I’ll call him Baby Face Big John from now on) he has never come across it.
Another oil ring was sent for and fitted. I have since been out on my little boat twice for an hour’s pootle each time.
Guess what?
She’s started smoking like a bloody Beagle again…