IT OUGHT to come as no surprise to anyone seeking therapeutic solace by reading this magazine that it has taken months of solid work and thousands of dollars to replace a tiny but vital rubber seal in my 1949 Light 15 Citroen.
I pursued a gold medal for procrastination in delaying for five years the inevitable total refurbishment of the brakes – a new brake fluid reservoir, front wheel flex-lines, brake wheel cylinders and relined pads. After all that effort, it seemed fitting to bite the bullet and restore thewheels and hubcaps that had for years been gathering dust in the garage roof. After bead blasting, panel beating and powder coating, they were then blessed with exorbitantly pricey new correct pattern Michelins to adorn my favourite car.
