Back in December, a female co-worker of my brother's asked if I would take my trailer up to Elkin and haul her TR6 that had been sitting in a barn for 7 years down to Raleigh and ressurect it. I expected a rusted hulk, but upon pulling the cover off the car, was treated to the sight of a pristine 1973 TR6 - chrome shined (but covered in dust), paint in good shape, interior pristine.
However, it had not one mouse in it, but a family. Several nests in the engine bay, one in the trunk and one in the glove box. I saw some chewed wires which scared me of course, but begin getting the rear drums unstuck and rolled it up on teh trailer (scary, since all of the hydraulics were long dead).
Got it back to Raleigh on the trailer and ordered the usual stuff from VB to at least get it running - plugs, distributor cap, points, condensor, etc and we got ready to fire it up on the trailer.
About that time, a neighborhood dad (it seemed all the neighborhood dads were drawn to this car for some reason) was walking by with this two kids and started up a friendly conversation. We chatted for a bit while we did the final stuff prior to start up.
I hit the starter, the car fired almost immediately and TWO dead mouse carcasses flew out of the exhaust pipe and landed about 10 feet down the street, much to the shrieking delight of the two kids, one of whom exclaimed "that car just farted a mouse!" -- much to his dad's chagrin.
I'm driving this car daily now, the "price" for my work in resurrecting it. Kind of cool zipping around with the top down, motor sounds good, but it is funny throwing that car into a corner at 35 mph, sawing on the wheel, nearly losing it, coming out the other side and saying "whew, I made it" and then having a Kia Sephia whiz by nonchalantly at 10 mph more.
Truly archaic stuff this TR6, or Turd 6 as I like to call it.