Zelandeth wrote:Ah, the fun of fixing a broken accelerator with string.
There was one vintage coach incident at a location I'd rather not disclose where nursing the vehicle home - it was a manual as well I might add which had long since lost any claim to have syncromesh on anything save for maybe fifth gear - involved the driver managing the actual driving of the vehicle - with me laying flat on my stomach on the floor with my arm disappearing into the bowels of the vehicle clutching the shattered remains of where the governor linkage had snapped off the fuel pump - with me effectively being the throttle control.
The plan had been for me to receive vocal instructions - but I ended up having to do it by ear from the engine as it turns out that it's kind of hard to hear what someone shouting to you with (from memory) a Gardner 6LXW engine with a blowing exhaust and shot gearbox thrashing away about a foot away from your left ear. Apparently I did okay!
You'd have thought that we'd have been able to find a bit of string, a cable-tie, some duct tape or similar somewhere in the vehicle...but nope...not a chance that evening! So I ended up hanging through the access panel for several miles instead!
Funny, it's really not many years ago, but you wouldn't even consider antics like that now would you?
Needs be when the devil drives!
As a country boy at heart, I usually have a bit of binder twine (& baling wire) or something similar to hand. Of course all this improvise/compromise will die with us as now, everyone has a phone, recovery & no mechanical understanding or empathy.