Blast them, they've put the lid on & spoiled my fun.

      A quick fiddle to get it on straight.

      Ah, there's nothing like putting your hand in the exhaust stream to really feel the life in an engine.

      And, of course, for getting your fingers burnt.

      The driver makes off, frightened that my drool may land on his polished vehicle.

      Thats the trouble with 1930's race machinery, you need a mechanic
      & a wee man with a starter to follow you around everywhere.