It's running!”, said the text from Robert at , the place where the Mk2 Honda Accord had been hibernating over winter. We therefore had high hopes of a smooth collection as we ventured across the northern edge of Dartmoor. Little did we know…
She’d been on trickle charge since Friday, so the battery was full of juice. And we’d armed ourselves with some fresh fuel, including a ‘squirty’ can to spray petrol directly into the carburettor. The fuel pump can be a bit temperamental, you see. So when Robert informed us that the Accord had “just died on him”, we figured it would be case of giving the fuel pump a helping hand and getting on our way.
No such luck.
Try as we might, the Accord simply refused to start. In the end, we ran out of the juice that had been trickling into the battery for the past three days and were left with an Accord blocking the owner’s exit. Great.
In need of a jump-start and a minor miracle, we called the AA. Amazingly, despite a promise that a van would be with us in 40 minutes, it arrived in five. It was though the patrolman was on standby, knowing an elderly Accord was being removed from winter storage that afternoon. The non-starting was traced to condensation on the distributor cap, which may have been caused by the jet-wash, given as part of the service when taking a car out of storage.
The colander-like body of the Accord doesn’t like water at the best of times, but having been left neglected for six months, this was a proper toys out of the pram moment. Amazing, isn’t it? Twenty years ago, the distributor cap would have been one of the first things you’d check when a car failed to spark. Today, such problems are being consigned to the history books.
With fuel in the carb and a clean distributor cap, the Accord turned over on the key and settled down to the smooth running we’ve grown accustomed to. All seemed OK, but it turned out to be a false dawn. A few moments later, the radiator decided it was time to chuck coolant on the floor. Quick, switch her off, trace the problem.
Rust. Over the winter months, rust had taken chunks out of the rad, meaning we were unlikely to get home. Fortunately the AA man had a bottle of rad-weld onboard, but there was no guarantee this would work. Fortunately, it did, and we had visions of getting home without a further hitch.
Wrong. Next it was the turn of the rotor arm to give up the ghost, the third in a quick-fire succession of faults from the previously reliable Honda. With some electrical tape, rad-weld, some fresh fuel, a (rusty) wing and a prayer, we eventually managed to vacate the storage yard, but only after the Accord had made its feelings known.
It just goes to prove, cars are better when they’re being used. , made sure the car was started weekly and, at the very least, rolled backwards and forwards in the garage. The Honda had grown accustomed to such pampering, so wasn’t impressed with being left in the company of caravans for six months.
So we have a growing list of to-dos, many of which weren’t on the radar six months ago. A new radiator, distributor cap (a fixing was broken during removal) and rotor arm can be added to the need for a new fuel pump and starter motor. And let’s not discuss the rust, which is still very much in evidence. Sadly, storage doesn’t magic away corrosion.
But she’s back and it’s good to have her home. The journey – once we got moving – was completed without incident, but with that niggling feeling that something could go ‘pop’ at any time. Which is shame, because up until this winter, we had total faith in her. She’s never put a foot wrong and there’s barely an MOT advisory of real note to her name.
OK, she’s arguably the least interesting and certainly the least valuable of the fleet, but she’s a survivor. Even if the winter of 2015/16 did its best to kill her off. Still, if she can survive Scrappage, she can survive anything.
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