On a wet and miserable autumn morning, the car emerges from it’s lair onto the trailer for the journey north to Peterborough to Mark’s shop for the new cills to be fitted.[attachment=3:dkar593w]802XUD_Lo_Res33.jpg[/attachment:dkar593w]Arriving at Mark’s immaculate shop with an assortment of Detroit Dinosours and one Traction Big 6.[attachment=2:dkar593w]802XUD_Lo_Res35.jpg[/attachment:dkar593w]Mark doesn’t hang around. The rusted remains of what was once cills, and is now paint and bodyfiller is dropped.[attachment=1:dkar593w]WP_001793.jpg[/attachment:dkar593w]The new cills go on.[attachment=0:dkar593w]WP_001799.jpg[/attachment:dkar593w]The rusted wings are next!