Today I decided to take advantage of the fact that the rain had stopped and a mysterious yellow light had appeared in the heavens - I decided to Christen it ‘The Trouser Press’ -and investigate the cause of one of Herman’s less desireable features; the fact that he has an indoor swimming pool, located in the passenger side footwell.
Word on the street -or at least that part of it which is occupied by the Brickyard Forum -suggests that this is a fairly common problem with LTs and, where not down to their notoriously leaky windscreens, is usually caused by water getting in around the indicator housings.
Since Herman is remarkable for the relatively rust-free state of his windscreen surround, and also the fact that Mazza stuck her paw under the dashboard last time it rained and said it felt damp near the indicators, it looked like Herman’s water feature originated in that neck of the woods.
So off on my bike to
Stepford Old Trafford B&Q to score a tube of Multi-Purpose Silicon Sealant and a triggery-gun type dispenser thing to fire it out in great globules of water-repelling goodness.
I took off both front indicators and laid a good bead of silicon in behind their slightly the worse for wear rubber seals and also did likewise, round the outside of the housings themselves, to plug any spaces between those and the bodywork.
While I was there, I also removed what I believe are called the ‘courtesy flashers’ and gave them a good dollop of silicon as well. I must have missed these on the way round when I did the original stripping down and painting of Herman’s bonny fizzer, coz they were full of green skank and assorted slime.
There’s never been any hint of water ingress in the back quadrant of Herman, so I left the rear lights alone.
And that’s about it. Only time, and the next heavy rainfall, will tell whether my liberal application of silicon has solved the problem of Herman’s footwell requiring tide tables. But, given that this is Manchester and also the great British summer, I’m sure I’ll not have long to wait, to find out.
While I had my silicon gun at the ready and my itchy finger on the trigger, I also availed of the opportunity to glue back into place a section of the rubber window edging on the passenger side door, which had come loose and had an annoying habit of dangling, when you rolled the window down. No photographic evidence of this herculean task exists, so you’ll have to fall back on that ‘imagination’ thing you are blessed with.