'Now you can drive it to the village classic car show at the weekend,' says Mrs S. It's a kind and encouraging thought, but there are a few more hurdles to jump before the Singer ventures out on the road. An MOT isn't one of those hurdles because the car is too old to need one. Nor do I need to re-tax it, because with free road tax and no MOT requirement I've simply kept the 'tax' – if something of no cost and with no visual means of identfying its presence can be called tax – up to date. It would be a good idea to get another pair of eyes to check my handiwork before I drive it any distance, though.
You probably noticed that I slipped into the present tense back there, on account of the excitement. So I'll now re-engage the past tense, which takes us to Thursday and a day spent massaging the steel side panels that separate the occupants' feet from the engine bay. Newly repaired with metal to replace that cut away when a previous owner didn't understand that a 1934 Singer is designed differently from a 1936 one (after all, everyone knows that…), they needed a bit of tweaking and drilling to achieve a perfect fit.
Friday was more of the same plus fitting a new choke cable. It needed to be piano wire, stiff and springy and able to cope with being pushed as well as pulled, so a normal stranded cable was no good. Where would I get piano wire? From my local piano restorer, obviously. I'm not sure what note the thickest plain, unwound string represents, but this particular piece now helps a Singer rather than a pianist so it still serves a musical purpose.
There's still much to do. Radiator re-fit, suspension bushes, steering ball joints and brake hydraulics are next. Then trim, paint and fit the new bonnet, after which the open road will beckon. The Singer's arrival at the Revival is suddenly looking a strong possibility.