When I last spoke about my Mustang I spoke about neglect, which pretty much sums up whenever I speak about it. So this time I'll not lead off with tales of neglect. You may remember that back in July I had got it MOT'd for the first time since the beginning of lock down, where upon leaving the MOT center my clutch decided to call it a day, and spat all it's fluid out all over the ground. Well, long story short as it needed to have the clutch slave cylinder replacing, I figured that at 16 years old I might as well replace the clutch too as I would hate to have had the gearbox out to do the slave cylinder only to have it back out six months later to do the clutch.
I spoke to my friendly mechanic, and he, like I, couldn't understand why it had failed. I had even been carefully breaking it in, no burnouts, no doughnuts, not even any racing type starts from the lights. I had been carefully driving about like a proper old Granny, and I'd not even covered 500 miles when it let go. I was pretty ticked off, although it's fair to say that nowhere near as ticked off as my eldest daughter who was wanting to go to her prom in it just two days after the new clutch went off with a pop. Thankfully, for her I've got some pretty good friends, and one of them, Paul, lent me his '64 Ford Ranchero pick up to take her in which was pretty damn cool, so all's well that ended well I guess. But as for the Mustang, well, I was pretty unimpressed, and so as I had other cars to drive I just let it sit in the corner for a while and think about what it's done.
So, once again I set about ordering a new clutch slave cylinder and clutch kit from
America, but this time not from some seller on fleabay, but from Rock Auto. Why I didn't do that in the first place I'll never know, I've used then a few times on various American cars that I've owned over the years and they've always been very good. A week later, and my wallet just £154 lighter this time I was on my way to my
friendly mechanics workshop with a new flywheel, clutch, and
clutch cylinder for him to fit. The following day with my wallet
lightened once more I was leaving the StreetKa Named Desire with him to fix/service, and for the first time in what feels like forever I was finally off out for a drive in my Mustang.