Nice......a hand job all the way !
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There was a Tuscan in Cornwall this last weekend with the 'Tivs 'n Pasties' nutters. Well there several Tuscans but thats not the point of this story
One of the other Tiv's, an S2, decided to throw a wobbler and the clutch packed up - fiddle about under the car trying to bleed it, dirty hands and wet wipes.
On they drove to their next RV at Polzeath Beach....
brrrrrrrrmmmmmmm rooooooaaaaaaarrrrr SNAP !!!!
yup the leading Tuscan broke a throttle cable. This driver then had to run back down the convoy shouting 'I don't 'ken believe it, me throttle cable has snapped'
Sensibly, the rest of the convoy went on to have fun and left this poor unfortunate guy by the side of the road.
To his luck and good fortune two of the golden hearted Tivvers decided to stay and help. (I can't remember this Tuscan owners name, but he did ask me to thank them all big time!)
Anyway where were we, oh yeah, before he knew it the main bonnet had been removed, the air box, the foot pedal frame, the throttle cable -
bits and pieces and split pins everywhere while punters drove past and told each other that they always knew Tuscan's were unreliable!!!
There followed about half an hours debate on wether they should use a cow pat or a beach spade to somehow restablish control over the speed six. There was even a debate about if it was possible to perch over the engine as it went along, the driver shouting into the wind calling for '..more power, no...less power'. This was soon dispatched as an idea because the throttle man would not be able to listen to the stereo from that postion.
Then hit the brain wave from Mr Porter!!
Out with the tent supporting string from the boot of his bright red Chimaera, out with the rubber bung in the bulkhead at the back of the pedals, in with the bit of tent knicker elastic and tie it off on the throttle rod arm that controls the butterflies
Wrap a rag around the driver end so that it doesn't cut into your fingers and presto, Bob's your distant relative!
They headed back for base camp.
An interesting drive this because calling for exactly 2250 revs is a slightly inaccurate art when using a length of tent string!! probably why car manufacturers went for a length of bowden cable in the first place
Of course, then he had to stop at an uphill section at one point when the traffic lights changed on his two friendly back up TVR's - the lights soon changed again and they quickly followed him up hill to his stationery position, he executed a handbrake style start without the aide of a handbrake (because he only had two arms!!), this was in truth a messy business, it was lacking in skill and turned out to have as much grace as an African Elephant sitting on a deck chair
You see he told me that there were other cars coming up the hill behind, something had to be done quick. Suddenly as the clutch was gently lifted there was a big, big, HUGE excess of power as the tent string finally pulled taught, the only thing to do was to continue lifting the clutch and the operation turned into a 17 year old Max Power lift off stunt - complete with oversteer and dust and rubber smoke and dead snails and the like!
Apparently he made it back to the campsite without further incident and had copious quantities of micky extracted from himself (is that Englis?)
Anyway, the following day he undertook an interesting drive all the way to Peninsula TVR at Exeter using his knew found skills with the throttle hand, whilst his co-pilot held onto his knob - his gear knob!, changing from 3rd to 4th etc when shouted at!
Interesting because letting go a bit produced a good de-accelaration on the over-run, a bit more pull and the whole rig was apparently doing in excess of a pony, or is that a monkey ? anyway somewhere in the *25 mark anyway
The rest of the returning campers bringing up the rear and acting as a sort of rear guard found it most interesting and had to use some caution at roundabouts and not get too close!
- some young lads sat beside the service station that they visited, quickly decided that the Tuscan owner had a wonderfull car, but sadly couldn't drive it to save his life, as it went kangaroo'ing past reving up and sometimes down like a good'un with the driver crying and laughing so much he could hardly breath, priceless
so you see it turned out to be a throttle hand job all the way!
The moral of the story - all Tuscan owners must have a spare throttle cable in the boot! It's relatively simple to change if you have a small tool kit and can save you from getting 'throttle wrist' which is nasty condition
bye bye
One of the other Tiv's, an S2, decided to throw a wobbler and the clutch packed up - fiddle about under the car trying to bleed it, dirty hands and wet wipes.
On they drove to their next RV at Polzeath Beach....
brrrrrrrrmmmmmmm rooooooaaaaaaarrrrr SNAP !!!!
yup the leading Tuscan broke a throttle cable. This driver then had to run back down the convoy shouting 'I don't 'ken believe it, me throttle cable has snapped'
Sensibly, the rest of the convoy went on to have fun and left this poor unfortunate guy by the side of the road.
To his luck and good fortune two of the golden hearted Tivvers decided to stay and help. (I can't remember this Tuscan owners name, but he did ask me to thank them all big time!)
Anyway where were we, oh yeah, before he knew it the main bonnet had been removed, the air box, the foot pedal frame, the throttle cable -
bits and pieces and split pins everywhere while punters drove past and told each other that they always knew Tuscan's were unreliable!!!
There followed about half an hours debate on wether they should use a cow pat or a beach spade to somehow restablish control over the speed six. There was even a debate about if it was possible to perch over the engine as it went along, the driver shouting into the wind calling for '..more power, no...less power'. This was soon dispatched as an idea because the throttle man would not be able to listen to the stereo from that postion.
Then hit the brain wave from Mr Porter!!
Out with the tent supporting string from the boot of his bright red Chimaera, out with the rubber bung in the bulkhead at the back of the pedals, in with the bit of tent knicker elastic and tie it off on the throttle rod arm that controls the butterflies
Wrap a rag around the driver end so that it doesn't cut into your fingers and presto, Bob's your distant relative!
They headed back for base camp.
An interesting drive this because calling for exactly 2250 revs is a slightly inaccurate art when using a length of tent string!! probably why car manufacturers went for a length of bowden cable in the first place
Of course, then he had to stop at an uphill section at one point when the traffic lights changed on his two friendly back up TVR's - the lights soon changed again and they quickly followed him up hill to his stationery position, he executed a handbrake style start without the aide of a handbrake (because he only had two arms!!), this was in truth a messy business, it was lacking in skill and turned out to have as much grace as an African Elephant sitting on a deck chair
You see he told me that there were other cars coming up the hill behind, something had to be done quick. Suddenly as the clutch was gently lifted there was a big, big, HUGE excess of power as the tent string finally pulled taught, the only thing to do was to continue lifting the clutch and the operation turned into a 17 year old Max Power lift off stunt - complete with oversteer and dust and rubber smoke and dead snails and the like!
Apparently he made it back to the campsite without further incident and had copious quantities of micky extracted from himself (is that Englis?)
Anyway, the following day he undertook an interesting drive all the way to Peninsula TVR at Exeter using his knew found skills with the throttle hand, whilst his co-pilot held onto his knob - his gear knob!, changing from 3rd to 4th etc when shouted at!
Interesting because letting go a bit produced a good de-accelaration on the over-run, a bit more pull and the whole rig was apparently doing in excess of a pony, or is that a monkey ? anyway somewhere in the *25 mark anyway
The rest of the returning campers bringing up the rear and acting as a sort of rear guard found it most interesting and had to use some caution at roundabouts and not get too close!
- some young lads sat beside the service station that they visited, quickly decided that the Tuscan owner had a wonderfull car, but sadly couldn't drive it to save his life, as it went kangaroo'ing past reving up and sometimes down like a good'un with the driver crying and laughing so much he could hardly breath, priceless
so you see it turned out to be a throttle hand job all the way!
The moral of the story - all Tuscan owners must have a spare throttle cable in the boot! It's relatively simple to change if you have a small tool kit and can save you from getting 'throttle wrist' which is nasty condition
bye bye
All you Tuscan guy's forget the spare throttle cable,carry a tent guy rope IF you really want to live on the edge 
Dont nkock it till you have tried it! thats right isn't it Simon? 
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