Monday 12 March 2012

How I Fitted out my Transit Connect for window Cleaning

This is a little different from the usual "Wisdom of Ken" posts, but I figured it might be of interest to some, so it's probably worth putting it out there.

I recently parted company with my trusty Citroen Berlingo van. Although it had proved reliable, it was starting to get a bit weary, and its lack of heating, power steering and payload capacity was beginning to get me down. Time to start looking for something a bit newer. I had a number of criteria which had varying degrees of importance: minimum 800kg payload, compact enough to fit on the drive along with our Golf, a bulkhead would be nice, a roof rack too. Reasonable mileage and service history were important, as was body condition. After hours browsing eBay and Van Trader, and visits to sites in Nailsworth, Brierly Hill, Coventry and Milton Keynes I found the chosen van, a nice blue 04 plated Transit Connect 230 LWB. The 90PS engine should be more than capable of pulling the weight of 400 litres of water and assorted kit, whilst the ply lining, bulkhead, roof rack and security grills on the rear doors were all welcome additions.

Money changed hands, the van picked up on the way home from a holiday in the Lake District and now the fit out could begin.

Having taken a tape measure to a friend's 230 LWB, I had a pretty good idea of how I was going to layout the load area. I had run over the plans in my head so many times I was pretty confident that it would all go smooth and by the numbers. Here's what happened...


A Blank Canvas...

So, first things first, I gave the load area a good sweep out whilst it was empty. I was going to line it with Protecta-Kote, so in order to ensure good adhesion I wanted as little debris as possible.

In order to stop damp accumulating under the installed water tank, I next decided to screw battens to the floor of the van, to provide some air circulation. This was a tip I picked up from Matt at cleaningforums.co.uk when I was fitting out my Berlingo a few years ago. 


Fitting the battens.

Once they were in place I slid the tank in to make sure I could fit the battery where I wanted to. Once it was all lined up, I screwed in two further short pieces of batten to hold it in place. As a side point here, I thoroughly countersunk the screw heads to ensure there would be no unexpected puncturing of the tank once everything was strapped down tight.


Starting to come together. The small board is the backing plate for my pump unit.


By happy coincidence, the space behind the tank was perfect for my bucket!

Once I was happy with the fit of all the bits I dragged them all out, and gave the floor another thorough sweep out in preparation for sealing the woodwork with a PVA/Water mix, as recommended by Protectakote. Another tip here: I removed the elbow from the tank to ensure it wouldn't get damaged with the trial fitting/removal of the tank, and I wedged a cloth in to the hole to ensure no contaminants got in to the  tank.


Ready for the PVA/Water mix.

Now everything was as clean as I was likely to get it, I mixed up a 10% PVA solution and liberally applied it. To make sure it would dry for the following morning, I left a small heater running in the van overnight.

Sunday dawned very wet, which was hardly ideal. However needs must, etc., so I rigged a tarp over the back doors and, after masking off the relevant bits, set to with the Protectakote. Rather wonderfully, the paint I had ordered was an almost perfect match for the colour of the van!


First Coat

The first coat went on well, and after it had a few hours to go tack-free, I fired on the second coat which looked really good


Coat two looking resplendent.

At this point I was starting to feel a bit pooped. I had been working on the van since 3 p.m. the day before, it was now about 5 p.m. on Sunday and a beer beckoned. After clearing up, I suddenly noticed paint on the driveway and my heart sank. I had been really careful to make sure not to get any Protectakote on the ground, so how was this possible? Then I noticed this:


Paw print..?

Only one cat could be responsible: Miggins. A quick scout in the back garden, following more blue foot prints, and the culprit was nabbed...


Feeling a bit blue.

After a bit of a panic, a phone call to the emergency vets (very helpful, and calming), and twenty minutes with an old scrim, some semblance of normality was regained. When he came back in later that night his chin was clean, and now, a week later, hardly any paint remains on his feet. A useful lesson learnt, don't leave a van airing where an inquisitive cat may find it...

Cat sorted, van locked up, it was time for beer.

I was up early the next morning, as I wanted to get it finished and hopefully get some work done too. I set to on the pump board. I had in mind a unit that could be removed easily should it be necessary, but that was neat and smart. I had cut a piece of ply to size, screwed two pieces of batten to the back, and then drilled it to take two load straps. I had then given it a coat of Protectakote to ensure a nice finish. After working out where the controller and pump were to sit, and where the wiring was to run, I started putting everything together. A bugbear of mine with both DIY and some professionally installed WFP systems is messy wiring so I fed mine through 20mm conduit for neatness and protection. I was really pleased with the finished result. 


The ladder straps run through the baffles of the tank to hold the board in place.


Rejigged plumbing after I connected the pump the wrong way round. *slaps head*


The load straps run through the baffles. It feels rock solid with no movement at all.


One final touch I thought would be worthwhile was the addition of some chequer plate to the rear of the load area. I know that Protectakote is meant to be a very tough finish but the battering it would get from the hose reel being constantly dragged in and out might a bit too much. I trotted of to B&Q where I was horrified to find that a 500x500mm piece of thin chequerplate was £42! Bizarrely, the 1000x500mm piece was £38... I think it was money well spent.


The finished article:


I have swapped the hose reel to the other side after fitting a longer hose from the DI vessel, and the bucket now resides in the middle, but you get the gist.

One other thing that I have since done is added two water butt taps, with a Hozelock-type nozzle, to the tank lid. I can connect my feed pipe from the RO to one, and an overflow pipe to the other. When driving I can shut them to prevent spillage and when the system is running I just open one to act as a breather for the tank. I think it's probably a simpler solution than fitting a ballcock. They were about £6 inc delivery (for the two) from eBay. I would say definitely worth doing if you don't want to flood your van (which I have done on far too many occasions...) I used a 25mm flat bit to drill the holes for them, make sure you take the lid off the tank before you drill or you'll dump a load of plastic shavings straight in to the tank!

In conclusion I think it's worth saying that with a little bit of thought and preparation it is quite straight forward to make a DIY installation look smart and professional. I've seen some shocking set-ups that must be a right pain to work with, but so far this has been a pleasure. Everything is to hand that needs to be, and there's no awkward faffing about. I'm really please with how everything turned out and it didn't cost a fortune.

Monday 10 October 2011

Cornwall

Just a few pics from our recent soujourn in Cornwall. We stayed at Polperro, and then drove back up across Dartmoor on our journey home.

 
Harbour Vignette
I cleverly left my tripod and ND filters behind, so this was taken with the camera propped on a rock, and the shutter released on the timer. Not too bad, but the framing was a little out of my hands. Lesson learned.

Polperro by Night. With no tripod I thought I would just mess about. It's not a bad effect...

 
Tor.

Sunday 9 October 2011

Money Talks, I've Got To Walk...


So, it looks like I won’t be watching F1 from next year. But before I go into that, here’s a little “Ken and Cars” history that puts that statement in to context.

My earliest memory of a car involves a Porsche. Not just any Porsche, but a 1973 2.7 Carrera RS. A bona fide classic, a sleek, stripped-down racing car for the road. The Renn Sport is frequently cited as the most desirable of all 911s, a sweet-handling drivers car that rewards and  thrills in equal measure. Sadly, my memory doesn’t involve me driving one, or even seeing one, because I was five and living in Aldershot. When you’re five (and living in Aldershot) you get your automotive thrills courtesy of Matchbox (or maybe Dinky, if you were flush).

The reason that this particular model car stuck in my mind was due to the “duck tail” spoiler that it sported on the rear engine cover. Bear in mind that at this point in time I was five, and had a very limited grasp of aerodynamics, which limited grasp I have hung on to, down to this day. What was this flap? Why would you stick something like that on a  car? I couldn’t answer these questions, but I knew a man who surely could: Dad. “Dad, what is this?” “Hmm, I think it’s a fold-up seat, so you can carry extra passengers.” “Cool!”

So, for quite a number of years following this explanation, I pictured myself sat in a 911 dickie seat, having the ride of my life. The truth was somewhat more prosaic, but eminently more practical.

Me, in a Porsche 911, going through the chicane at Goodwood. Passenger in dickie seat not pictured.
Over the years like many, but not, all boys, I have been fascinated by cars. That fascination manifest itself in the predictable ways: models, Airfix kits, magazines, posters, and the Holy Grail, brochures! My brochure collection  spanned everything from Austin Allegro to Porsche 911. Trips to the Earls Court or Birmingham Motor Shows meant carrier bags and carrier bags of brochures. Ford and BL were easy marks, with their brochures just piled up ready to be gathered by eager young hands. The more interesting marques were tougher, but by being inherently cute (very easy for me obviously) it was occasionally possible to wheedle something more interesting which, let’s be honest, wouldn’t be too difficult.

Just a couple of years later and it was time to get a taste of the good stuff. Prior to 1985 my experience of motorsport had been confined to evenings watching banger racing at Matchams Raceway. The term raceway is perhaps a little grand for what was basically a ¼ mile tarmac loop surrounded by a dusty embankment, but you could get close to cars being driven recklessly quickly, and that was all that was important. About this time dad took me to a hillclimb event at Gurston Down, which was interesting (racing Skodas!?), but the one at a time format wasn’t quite as exciting as circuit racing, in my admittedly inexperienced eyes. Well then, imagine my excitement when some family friends asked if I would like to go with them to Brands Hatch to watch the hastily arranged European Grand Prix in 1985. “Would I?” So off I went, having no idea really what to expect, and being totally blown away. The noise, the smell, the speed was beyond anything I had imagined. The whole thing was absolutely tremendous. That Grand Prix is famous for being Nigel Mansell’s first GP win, and Prost’s clinching of the Driver’s Championship, and there was a real sense of tension as the race unfolded. Of course being 1985 it meant I can say that I saw Ayrton Senna race, as well as Piquet,  Alboreto and Rosberg.

Nigel Mansell on his way to victory, Brands Hatch 1985. Taken on a 110 camera, sorry!

John Watson, TAG-McLaren at the same race.

Second-place Ayrton Senna's JPS Lotus-Renault at  Le Vie en Bleu, Prescott, May 2010

This was a turning point. No longer was it enough to read about cars, now I had to see them in action. And it didn’t matter what sort of action. I would head off in to the forests of Dorset to watch the Winter Rally. (If you want to get close to the action it really is hard to beat rallying!)
 Lancia Delta Integrale

My cousin got wind of a Supercar trackday being held at Goodwood, so unselfconciously we set off, in his metallic bogie green Honda Accord, and spent a day in the sun watching our fantasy cars being blasted round the old circuit. Something similar was organised by the De Tomaso Owners Club at Castle Combe, and again we turned up to have our supercar itch scratched. I think the highlight was either the three Lamborghini Miuras parked up together or the super-rare Ferrari 250 GT SWB (currently one of my three all-time cars.)


De Tomaso Mangusta at Castle Combe

 
Ferrai 250 GT swb

Three(!) Lamborghini Miuras at Castle Combe 
 
Ferrari 288 GTO at Castle Combe

A very sorry Ferrari 308 GT4 at Goodwood

Iso Grifo at Castle Combe.

In 1989 we upped the ante. Now depending on which bit of the globe you call home, you may have a different answer to the question “What is the world’s greatest motor race?” You might say the Indy 500, Dakar Rally, Bathurst or maybe the Monaco grand prix, but clearly you would be wrong. The correct answer is of course Le 24 Heure du Mans. Why? It’s epic, intense, demanding beyond imagination, a sensory overload and that’s just for the tens of thousands of fans who flock to northern France every year. In ‘89 Gary, Steve and I were the archetypal innocents abroad. We joined up with the Page and Moy tour somewhere in Kent on a very drizzly night and took the ferry to France. On disembarking we were allocated to our coach which was also the unfortunate receptacle of approximately twenty roaringly drunk Kiwis. They proceeded to increase their roaringly-drunkeness on the journey south. We laughed, we cried, and at times we feared for our lives. It is the journey that lives with me to this day, but that is not to take away from the astonishing experience of a twenty four hour motor race. After the first few hours we set off hitching round the circuit, watching from numerous vantage points. Without a radio it was impossible to follow what was unfolding but that really didn’t matter; we were immersed in the experience. I think the killer viewpoint was from an alley way between two houses on the Mulsanne straight. We had an incredibly narrow viewing angle, it was two in the morning, we were shattered beyond all belief, but racing cars were blasting past at 220 m.p.h about ten feet away from our faces. It was all too much for Steve, Gary and I looked round to find him asleep on a nest he had made from our bags.

The winning Sauber-Mercedes C9, Le Mans 1989

The truly ear-splitting Mazda 787B, Le Mans 1989

That wasn’t my last visit. In 1996 and 1997 I took my trusty VW Camper to the Sarthe to enjoy the race again. I really can’t stress just how fantastic these experiences were. The racing is clearly the reason to go, and it was as exciting as ever. But Le Mans is so much more. We established base camp in Camping du Houx, where over the course of the next few day we enjoyed an attempt at the record for most people playing volleyball in a crowded campsite, multi-frisbee, and drag-racing (post-race). During the race, you wander about, watching the racing from as many different places as you can, listening to position updates from Radio Le Mans (I'd learnt my lesson from 1989), before stumbling back to your tent in the early hours. You fall asleep to the sound of engines blaring round the track, before coming blearily to, five hours later, to the same sound. As you produce some sort of dubious fry-up, washed down with a small beer, you know there is another eight hours of racing to go. It is a truly epic motor race.

Le Mans is a tough act to follow, but over the year’s I’ve been to Donington, Thruxton, Combe and Goodwood to watch all sorts of stuff be raced. There is something to be said for being there, it beats watching it on the TV by an order of magnitude or two. In recent years, living in Gloucestershire as I do, I’ve been to the Prescott Hillclimb on several occasions ( 1, 2, 3). It’s a well-supported event, but still small enough to be intimate. You can get right in to the paddock, have a proper nose at the cars, talk to the drivers and then get really close to the action as they blast up the hill.

 
Porsche 935(?) at Castle Combe
Jaguar XJR-11 at Donington 1990

The winning Mercedes Benz C-11 at Donington 1990
So what has any of this got to do with me not watching F1 next year? Well, I think I probably sit somewhere in the middle of the target demographic; I’m between the ages of 35-44, am interested in cars and car racing, and own a TV. I’m not a motor-racing fanatic, and I’m not someone who just watches F1 because they fancy JB or Lewis or Mark Webber (you know who you are!) I’m somewhere between the two extremes, probably a bit further away from the “fancying” end, to be honest. I’ll watch the coverage of qualifying, the analysis and the race. I will have my laptop or phone to hand with the FIA app running, so I can see sector times and gaps and all that nerdy stuff. I get up early to watch the far-flung races, and periodically buy Autosport to keep abreast of what is going on. I listen to the Beeb’s “Chequered Flag” podcast.

Yet, if I want to watch F1 next year, I have to get a Sky subscription. Yes, yes, I know there will be half a season on the Beeb, but who watches half a season of something? And let’s be realistic, once this weird, Chimera, coverage has run its course, Sky will have the lot, and us poor old terrestrial viewers can go hang for all anyone cares. I am not so naive as to think that F1 is all about the fans, clearly in recent years the move to  tedious, soulless tracks in emerging economies has highlighted that it’s all about the moolah, so the Sky deal makes perfect sense. The ear-splitting silence from the teams and drivers about this switch just emphasises where their loyalties lie. All the “Hey there fans, you’re great, we really appreciate your support” tweets ring a little hollow when not one of them, as far as I have seen, has expressed concern or disquiet at Sky’s takeover and the impact that will have on UK fans.

So “meh”, if you want my support, you have to give a little bit back. (As you read that I would like you to imagine a tiny figure waving an impotent, clenched fist at a huge, uncaring monolith. That will give you an idea of how much I think Bernie, Sky and their F1 puppets will care about my desertion.)

So what am I going to do instead of spending money on a Sky box? Well I think I might go and watch actual motorsport, with my own eyes, outside! A weekend ticket for Prescott will set you back maybe £30. The Silverstone 6 Hours last month cost £23. I live within a reasonable drive of Castle Combe, Thruxton, Donington and numerous other circuits. A ticket for Le Mans next year is about £70. £70! That’s an absolute bargain.

So sorry F1, you’ve lost a fan. It’s been fun, the last couple of seasons have been immense, but goodbye.

Tuesday 4 October 2011

The Autumn Classic at Prescott Hillclimb.


There is something slightly surreal about watching fast cars hoon up a hill on the edge of the Cotswolds. Maybe it's that slightly "Out of Place" element that makes Prescott Hillclimb so much fun. That, and the glorious weather that we had last weekend. Here are a few pics to hopefully give you a hint of the flavour:

The Autumn Classic has an American theme, so there was a selection of hot-rods, Indian motorcycles, classic Americana and other eclectic oddities on display.

This is "Ol Yeller", the 1959 Balchowsky Buick Special.

Model T Hotrod.

Hotrod Exhaust.

 Drag car plumbing.

1904 Buick, which is doing America Coast-to-Coast in 2013

Whistling Billy, a steam-powered racing car!


1990 Penske Indycar

Ford GT40

The action on the track is also quite varied, with a number of different classes that allow an almost unlimited mix of vehicles!

Porsche 914-6

 Austin Healy Sprite Mk1

 Ford Fiesta XR2i. Driven absolutely flat out, one of the quickest cars up the hill I should think.

 
Lotus 51A
Alfa-powered Kudos Coupe

MG PA. I think the bulge in front of the grill covers a supercharger, which is nice!

Porsche 911 in classic Gulf colours


Austin Healy Sprite

 
OMS Hornet, with Suzuki Hayabusa power.

 
Porsche 911 Supersport

 
 Porsche 914-6

Penske Indycar doing demo run up the hill. Looks a little out of place!