I have a Iranian friend called Ali that has an Iranian mechanic friend by the name of Ali. This evening he came down to look at the car. My little red monster started easily. The battery and the alternator worked fine. Everything worked.
Datsun reliability was making a mockery of me!!!
However the battery was completely dry, so we had to top it up with water. I had never been taught to check the battery. Damn!
So he's going to check the brushes in the alternator. Apparently the timing chain is making a lot of noise and should be replaced. I have a broken rubber boot on the front left tire. Also, he told me that the clutch is not slipping. The problem is that the throttle cable is broken. He has been looking for a new cable for months and it seems impossible to find.
I don't know why, but he seems to find my car quite amusing. He laughed when I told him there were turbo versions. He thought it was quite ridiculous that anyone would put a turbo get-up in a car like mine. He laughed because they were called N12s for some reason. It seems that he has never seen an N12 Pulsar in his entire life and he never knew that people in Sydney still drove cars that were so old.
The legends we write help us grasp the truth.