Bianca's Ready But I'm Not!
13.09.2013 - 02.10.2013 64 °F
Bianca is Piston Ready. Her four BESPOKE new ones duly arriving from the USA on time. So Dr. Ian Button hoisted her in the air, took out her engine, fiddled about a bit (stop it in the back) and Bob's your Uncle (well, I don't know if you have an Uncle Bob but I hope you do because I don't want to start this blog telling lies) she's as fit as a butcher's dog.
(Our butcher way-back-when didn't have a dog but we did. "Do you know where your dogs have been since lunchtime Mrs. Cooper?" "They've been here all afternoon Jim, lying by the fire." "So how come a bloody trail in the snow leads from my shop's backdoor to yours?" Mum was Brown Owl, Chairman of the Wild Indians (W.I.) and a respected member of our village community; but somehow telling fibs still came naturally.)
I digress....I think it's the nerves about what's to come. Bianca isn't fretting one bit. You see, our girl is now bright and sparkling right down to her nuts and bolts. In fact, she's been steam cleaned in places she never knew existed and, frankly, you don't need to know about. After that nasty business of spewing oil all over her innards during the Coupe des Alpes we are confident that with a full complement of pistons pumping away at 800 p.s.i. (I know, I'm impressive aren't I!) she will be whizzing up and over the mountains to San Remo and showing 'those others' her tail-lights as she takes the hairpins. NO MORE WILL SHE BE CALLED A DEMENTED HAIRDRYER!
Yes, our 1962 Volvo Amazon 131 beauty is positively quivering with anticipation. It starts when the sheepskin gets put on The Navigator's seat, her oil and water are checked each and every day and she's going out for jolly little trips with The Driver.
I'm off to check the long-range weather forecast and pack. Meanwhile...after [b]TBD[b} Team Bianca Discussions...Ben's plotting the route and calibrating the trip meter down the lane. Well, Dear Reader, if The Navigator doesn't have the correct clothing it could all go Pistons Up!