Braking the POS.
Akureyri, Iceland |
Day 20. 11/July/2014 Braking the POS. Day score 10. The weather was naff and for days. I told Hawk that I was going to take a coach to Reykjavik and try and get some sight seeing in while the weather was not flyable and come back and hopefully then fly to Reykjavik. He offered me the chance to borrow the POS because he had gone and got his decent car because his fiancé and daughter were turning up and he was going on holiday for a few days and didn’t need it. The problem was that the back brakes were in a state and needed fixing. He had all the parts in the back of the Daewoo, just hadn’t got them fitted by a garage yet. I offered to fit them in exchange for borrowing the car. The deal was done. He would go to work, set up tools and a space in the hangar, I would go and get the car from a parking lot where it was kept when not needed and bring it to the Myflug hangar. I thought it would only take an hour or so. The king Air was on a medical evacuation with Hawk and another pilot when I turned up. I got to work straight away. Man I struggled, the drums were in hell of a state and didn’t want to come off. Then I couldn’t get the new parts on or together. Something was wrong. I thought it was just pads, Hawk had bought new slave cylinders just in case, but they were not leaking so I wasn’t going to fit new ones. No but they were both seized. The back brakes didn’t look warn, but this was because they were not working. Hawk came and went again. Five hours to fix the brakes, bleed them and fix a water leak and oil check. Ok, now I was on the one and only highway to Reykjavik. Single track road high way. I hate travelling through beautiful country side in the dark, but it didn’t matter that it was 10pm now as it never gets dark. I stopped and gazed at awesome fjords and rolling plains and volcano crater and cinder cones and lava fields a plenty. Even went to check out a seal colony, no seals… I arrived in Reykjavik at 1.15. The night life was in full swing and I perused town and the sights. Icelandic guys and girls are quite healthy and well dressed. But a personal thought was that this lot of city dwelling ****** up, fat, poshly dressed party goers could have been from my home city of Birmingham, and that is nothing to be proud of. Not everyone was like that of course, but it slightly tainted an almost perfect impression of Icelandic people so far. I drove out to the airport, it was closed but the free web site still worked through the window to check progress and weather. The weather did not look good still for days. Oh well, glad I’m seeing something in the car and I went to put my head down after a long day in the car. Thought for the day: Top drive, fun fun fun. Thanks Hawk…
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