Accelerating hard out of a corner, my rear view mirror suddenly filled with clouds of white smoke.
I accepted that this, most likely, was a bad thing. My car at the time, an old Triumph Dolomite Sprint, seemed to be running alright but clearly all was not well.
Minutes later the needle on the temperature gauge made an alarming bid for freedom, soaring deep into the red zone. Game over.
Swerving the Triumph into the nearest parking space, I killed the engine. The silence was perforated by the angry tick of rapidly cooling metal, and an unsettling hiss from under … Read more