Rather than hijacking the body panels thread, I figured better to do what I swore I would never do and document the work done on my S2.
Before the pics start: As summary of my relative starting point and what I cocked up/learned:
About 20 (ok...nearly 30) years ago my Dad, in one of his more astute parenting moves observed that his then 15 year old son was discovering pubs, whisky and wild women rather sooner than was optimal. So he bought me a clapped out, 1972 Hillman Imp. Deal was - "You get it roadworthy, I'll insure and tax it for you."
Cars do not come any more clapped out than 1972 Hillman Imps. Cue learning to weld. A lot. Head gaskets, drive shaft couplings (loads of the things), complete engine swaps being completed in less than an hour etc etc. Tuning books were studied, heads ported, camber angles played with etc etc.
That was a long time and two children ago.
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Some years later with disposable income recovering from children of my own, I mistakenly opened Car and Classic after a few glasses of Red and this thing arrived on my drive a few days later:
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It had an MOT. Amazingly. It also had rusty discs, defunct shock absorbers and ran like a bag of nails. But it was no longer my favourite Corgi model, no longer a sunbleached outline on the wall where I grew up. It was on my drive...
*Disclaimer*
What follows will upset proper engineers. Some of the welds might make your eyes bleed. At the end of the day I have an arts degree and spend all day flying a desk. Some of the fabrication is at the 'avant garde' end of the visual feast. But its solid, seam sealer covers a multitude of sins and the end result looks fine.
Before the pics start: As summary of my relative starting point and what I cocked up/learned:
About 20 (ok...nearly 30) years ago my Dad, in one of his more astute parenting moves observed that his then 15 year old son was discovering pubs, whisky and wild women rather sooner than was optimal. So he bought me a clapped out, 1972 Hillman Imp. Deal was - "You get it roadworthy, I'll insure and tax it for you."
Cars do not come any more clapped out than 1972 Hillman Imps. Cue learning to weld. A lot. Head gaskets, drive shaft couplings (loads of the things), complete engine swaps being completed in less than an hour etc etc. Tuning books were studied, heads ported, camber angles played with etc etc.
That was a long time and two children ago.

Some years later with disposable income recovering from children of my own, I mistakenly opened Car and Classic after a few glasses of Red and this thing arrived on my drive a few days later:

It had an MOT. Amazingly. It also had rusty discs, defunct shock absorbers and ran like a bag of nails. But it was no longer my favourite Corgi model, no longer a sunbleached outline on the wall where I grew up. It was on my drive...
*Disclaimer*
What follows will upset proper engineers. Some of the welds might make your eyes bleed. At the end of the day I have an arts degree and spend all day flying a desk. Some of the fabrication is at the 'avant garde' end of the visual feast. But its solid, seam sealer covers a multitude of sins and the end result looks fine.