A phone call from, the Club Secretary of the Rover 75 and MG ZT club, at 12.30am resulted in 'International Rescue' heading out to with our 'A' frame to retrieve his MG ZT.
He came to collect us, explained what had happened - his words
Part 1..... Pride
Took her out for a spin last night after having spent the day cleaning, sorting, doing plenum's, checking oil, water everything and @ 70mph on the motorway cruising along she let go.
Part 2..... Panic
Oil light came on for a split second, the engine then felt as if it was in the wrong gear and made the car nose forward for a second, then what I can only describe as a total loss of power and enough grey/white smoke from the rear of the exhaust to block the entire m2 6 lanes wide from any viability.
Part 3..... Perplexing
As I was pulling over there was a large grinding noise constantly, like being in wrong gear but of lots of different frequencies of the noise if that makes sense, like ball bearings hitting each other at the same time. Got it onto hard shoulder, stopped and the engine stank of burnt oil and coolant. Wouldn't start and the coolant tank was as empty as my bank account will be.
Part 4..... Pudendum
Now this is the funny part.......
Of course tried to ring my wife for help...... im not in range cause im on three network.... but im four miles from home so i walk down ahrd shoulder to get signal......when I do get through she cant hear me and it takes her 20 mins to ring me back to tell me she cant find keys of tourer......I have them with me.......She turns up in her car, gets the keys and goes to get the tourer......... phone call nearly 45 mins later....... tourer wont start!!!!!! Whats wrong with it etc........... And after 10 mins of over the phone diagnostics she hadn't unlocked the steering lock (FFS!!!!).......so she gets the car to me, I get the tow bungie cord set up correctly etc..... explain to her the importance of keeping distance the same, try not to use brakes and so on......... and we make it a mile before she manages to slam on the brakes for no reason just as I got the car of the motorway and the slam panel tow bolt area rips clean through.
Part 5..... Pen*~~~&%$$~£~!"~~££*****nt
The swear word I created on the spot.....
Having listened to his story, we headed off to rescue the car. Although he was visibly distraught, he was putting on a brave face and could see the funny side of what had happened. It's vitally important to keep a sense of humour when you drive a Rover 75 or an MG ZT because in our experience they always let you down at the most inappropriate time possible!
With the 'A' frame attatched to the MG and hitched on to his tourer, we proceeded to his house which was only about 2 miles away. Given the gradient of his drive way it was decided to unhitch and park it on the footpath outside.
With this done we headed to ASDA for pizza and returned to our house, arriving home at just after 3am. As is normal in our house pizzas were cooked, we stuffed our faces and chatted. It was day light by the time he left us!
A disastrous night for the MG, at present we are still awaiting a diagnoses
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