Jim’s “B” was a late model “B” (a rubber bumper model but converted to chrome bumpers) and the seat belt arrangement was significantly different. The policeman had a hard time understanding why the seat belts in the two vehicles were so different if they both looked like the same year and model.
Close to 100 beautiful cars of British heritage were registered by owners from as far away as Arnprior, Yarker (if you’ve never heard of it, it’s about 35Km north west of Kingston), Kingston, Morrisburg, Chesterville, Limoges, Montreal, Gatineau, and all places in between.
There was a wide variety of British cars to look at and my personal favorite was the old Rolls Royce with the rumble seat. Such beautiful craftmanship!
Leave it to the British MG Club to have taken over the parking lot of a micro brewery!!
Today I will share with you what I know, what I did and what I do not know about brake squeal. First, I want to say that I have now driven 1,500 Miles (2,400 Kilometers) without out even one squeal from my front brakes (as I am pounding on my wooden desk lol).
The great news is that Chantal, my wife, fell in love with that horse and left a deposit. The not so good news is that I officially earned the title of DIPSTICK.