Back when I was a youth I was given a car. Well, a van. Well, a kit of parts for a van anyway. It had no MOT and was in several ways functionally sub-optimal. It was the "New" Van, the old one being DMU 828A - a fine vehicle whose life was tragically curtailed by being used to carry half the materials for the house outside which the following pictures were taken, while my father was building said property. I have vivd memories of roof trusses more out than in the back of the old van, with the front wheels lifting off the road on bumpy stretches.
I started doing the van up on a budget of nothing. Early in the cycle it looked like this:
Harry, spring 1986 - not in the most robust of health. Note can of Bennet's cheapest motor oil
With a bit of help from Ken, a very pleasant welder who had worked on The Italian Job and whose appearances were as reliable as those of the average builder (though, thankfully, less expensive) the bodywork was slowly resuscitated. In the mean time I rebuilt the engine and gearbox, having first stripped the car down to its component parts, fashioned new brake pipes, rewired partly with ex-Handley Page aircraft-grade wire and replaced anything which was excessively worn. Like the layshaft and the baulk rings. Debs at work had another Mini van for sale, XAR 772E, and this was bought to be scavenged for parts, including the doors (Harry's had seen better days). XAR 772E was the same colour as the old van, Willow Green. Dad wanted me to rebuild it, but we had neither the technology nor the cash.
After a bit more welding and tatting about things were starting to look a bit more encouraging:
Harry looking more like he might run again some day - Ken's bottles in the background, Maxi to the right
The above picture was taken after the engine was complete. These are powerful memories, friends: in the garage, late at night, listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon and running the newly rebuilt gearbox through the ratios to test the Morris 1100 sourced selector extension which replaced the "magic wand" gear lever. The van by now had stainless steel hubcaps, sourced from the old van, but the windows weren't in at this point. I still have that cantilever toolbox, but not the roll of carpet underlay I used to lie on - Andy covered it in ATF one day. And his head. Laura wouldn't let him in bed that night :-)
Eventually the job was done, and Harry accompanied me to University. Rear windows had been added (my sisters and I had travelled in the back in enclosed gloom for most of outr childhoods). In 1987 I met Felicity, and on February 19th she baked Harry a birthday cake. We had met shortly after my birthday (Jan 26). We were married in 1988, and I like to think that Harry had played a part in bringing us together. Her parents' wedding gift to us was our first Volvo (visible in the pictures below), so Harry was sadly sidelined and eventually sold to Brian Rice of Eastleigh who had another Mini van - I stuck a note under his windscreen asking if he wanted to buy an old van with a rear seat conversion and side windows for parts. He did.
Here's how Harry looked at the end - there was a lump in my throat as I prepared him for my brave but foolhardy friend Séamus to drive back to Southampton to a pre-arranged MoT appointment we had no intention of keeping (legal to drive without an MoT if going to a pre-booked appointment, y'see). Farewell Harry, bought 19 Feb 1970 for £405, written off by PCH Chidzhey to the profit of £300, sold for £150 in 1989 with 81,000 on the clock. The best value car I have ever known.
Harry's twin headlights
A glimpse of the dashboard which led to his nickname among my removal men colleagues: Mission Control
Harry witht he trailer (note Mini wheels) before his Long Last Drive |