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Mar 28, 2017 19:35:10 GMT
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Speaking of brakes, I borrowed a rover sterling from work... big, boat of a car, and took it along a fast B road on the way home. Long downhill section for SPEEED! A merc was in my way so I planned the overtake, sped up to point loosing speed behind him and went to change down racing driver style, smashed down the clutch pedal.... It was when the seatbelt ruptured my spleen that I remembered I was in an automatic. I've done that too, went up the box fine declutched on the way back and nearly went through the curse word windscreen.
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MiataMark
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Mar 28, 2017 20:50:47 GMT
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Speaking of brakes, I borrowed a rover sterling from work... big, boat of a car, and took it along a fast B road on the way home. Long downhill section for SPEEED! A merc was in my way so I planned the overtake, sped up to point loosing speed behind him and went to change down racing driver style, smashed down the clutch pedal.... It was when the seatbelt ruptured my spleen that I remembered I was in an automatic. I've done that too, went up the box fine declutched on the way back and nearly went through the curse word windscreen. Or the other way round drove an auto for 3 months in the US came back to a manual, spent a week constantly stalling as I came to a stop and forgot that I needed to press the clutch. Add in adjusting back to RHD a fun few days.
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1990 Mazda MX-52012 BMW 118i (170bhp) - white appliance 2011 Land Rover Freelander 2 TD4 2003 Land Rover Discovery II TD52007 Alfa Romeo 159 Sportwagon JTDm
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Mar 28, 2017 21:08:59 GMT
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I borrowed the outlaws sloping drive (when I had on street parking only) to change the brake pads and do a couple of service jobs on my ZX Volcane.
Pads changed I jump in the car to turn it around, roll forward, push on brakes - car doesn't stop, stamp on brakes - car still doesn't stop or rather it does after it rolls into my father-in-law's new Mondeo and pushes it into his garage door, removing the door from its runners....
Top tip, pump the pedal a couple of times to push the pads up to the disc BEFORE moving the car.
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Mar 28, 2017 21:57:06 GMT
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Speaking of brakes, I borrowed a rover sterling from work... big, boat of a car, and took it along a fast B road on the way home. Long downhill section for SPEEED! A merc was in my way so I planned the overtake, sped up to point loosing speed behind him and went to change down racing driver style, smashed down the clutch pedal.... It was when the seatbelt ruptured my spleen that I remembered I was in an automatic. Same thing when my gf first tried to drive my automatic SAAB. Just after she said 'It's quite easy to drive' she treated the brake like a clutch and I took a great big sniff of the windscreen....
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dubwarrior2
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So. T'other day I was getting ready for work. Missus had scooted off in her car already. Now I usually get the bus to work (yup... I'm one of those guys... A buswankėr. I even have a buspass which makes me a card carrying weapons grade buswankėr). Bit when I have the kids I drive and park near the school so I can get the bus to the school and drive them home (school is 15 miles away). So looking around for my car keys and can't find them. Ring and text the missus, she doesn't respond (too many lectures about phones and driving). Ring the unit I work on my car in, no joy there. But I did have my service key which lacks any transponder etc. So,bit the bullet and called a mobile locksmith to come put a transponder in my key. Of course this wipes all other transponders and costs me £70. Got to work. Missus texts "I have your key I used it to get into your car to get the tyre pump... Where is your spare?" - lost my spare weeks ago just not got around to replacing it... I find my spare 2 days later in the pocket of a coat I forgot I owned cos I rarely wear it. So now I have three keys and only one works and the whole episode cost me £70, half a days work and my sanity. I sulked that day. Hard. I don't understand why the new chip wiped out the other two keys. I bought a toyota hiace without the master key. The key guy came out and coded me a chip to the immobiliser that was fitted. Nothing else was changed. Your other two should still work. Failing that. Take the chip out of the key, tape it behind the cowling next to the ignition and you now have three working keys.
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Ah yes, brakes. Many moons ago, I had a rather nice little Series 2a that I was about to do a fair bit of towing with. I the light of this, decided to fit a remote servo to make life a little easier. Located servo, got it all fitted up, everything bled and the brakes were perfect. Wasn't I a happy boy? I was also stupid as, on the approach to a set of lights stamped on the pedal as usual (isn't muscle memory a wonderful thing?) and both 20+year old rear cylinders promptly blew their brains out from the increase in pressure. A handbrake that grips the prop isn't a good substitute either. Fortunately, by judicial use of gears and gravity (upwards slope) we managed to avoid causing a concertina and, very gingerly in low box, got her home again. Treated her to new cylinders and pipes all round, which is, of course, what I should have done in the first place! I hang my head in shame.
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So. T'other day I was getting ready for work. Missus had scooted off in her car already. Now I usually get the bus to work (yup... I'm one of those guys... A buswankėr. I even have a buspass which makes me a card carrying weapons grade buswankėr). Bit when I have the kids I drive and park near the school so I can get the bus to the school and drive them home (school is 15 miles away). So looking around for my car keys and can't find them. Ring and text the missus, she doesn't respond (too many lectures about phones and driving). Ring the unit I work on my car in, no joy there. But I did have my service key which lacks any transponder etc. So,bit the bullet and called a mobile locksmith to come put a transponder in my key. Of course this wipes all other transponders and costs me £70. Got to work. Missus texts "I have your key I used it to get into your car to get the tyre pump... Where is your spare?" - lost my spare weeks ago just not got around to replacing it... I find my spare 2 days later in the pocket of a coat I forgot I owned cos I rarely wear it. So now I have three keys and only one works and the whole episode cost me £70, half a days work and my sanity. I sulked that day. Hard. I don't understand why the new chip wiped out the other two keys. I bought a toyota hiace without the master key. The key guy came out and coded me a chip to the immobiliser that was fitted. Nothing else was changed. Your other two should still work. Failing that. Take the chip out of the key, tape it behind the cowling next to the ignition and you now have three working keys. All the other keys on the system were wiped. I wonder if he did that deliberately? He said he had to, to make it work.
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How a catastrophic series of events destroyed my first car. A Mk1 polo, not particularly rare at the time. I had it because it was the nearest I could afford to a Mk1 golf gti. I had the car for quite some time after passing my test and me and my pals were venturing into going to cruises. I kept it nice, doing body jobs, polishing, 'improving' and just being a proud motorist... and then my pal got an MG metro which I was a bit jealous of because it was white with red bits and body coloured bumpers, still, I wasn't left behind that often. MOT time came and the polo failed on rear brakes... darn. Further inspection showed that the rear cylinders were shot. This problem came at the worst time as we were due to hit the seafront the next day and I wanted to take my then pride and joy. Money was tight, I had budgeted for the car to pass it's test, drive to the cruise and buy chips, I did not budget for car parts. So, i managed to source a cylinder rebuild kit and some shoes (pre internet days when mentioning the polo raised an absent look from the parts counter man). Engineering hat on, I set about rebuilding the cylinders which went er.. ok.. ish. New shoes on, and for good measure I checked the front brakes and went down to the test centre. Pass ticket in hand I was good to go, I just couldn't afford chips anymore and would probably have to drive home on fumes. We set off to the sea! I got to the first mini roundabout and had to enthusiastically brake which resulted in some brake action and then the pedal shot to the floor. Turning the car around I headed back to my pals garage. The rear cylinder had popped. Being a young, foolish idiot I clamped off the brake line and set on my journey again. On the way down it stopped fine but there was this shaking appearing around fast bends? This car ran with no CV boot for nearly a year and I fitted a cheapo boot for the MOT, maybe the CV was giving up but still, it drove fine for the large part. Up and down the front a few thousand times, telling people I'd hardly met that the car was faster than it actually was, we decided to head home. On the way home my pal behind me flashed his stupid metro lights, I thought it was part of a game but then the shaking got worse on corners before shaking violently on the straight down a duel carriage way at 70ish. Before I even registered what to do the front of the car slammed into the tarmac and I saw the front wheel speed off up the road, hit the central reservation and take off vertically into the darkness. Mashing the brakes into the floor, the other cylinder popped and I had nothing to stop me except the forces of nature. Coming to a rest in the overtaking lane my pal pulled up behind me... he was flashing me because my wheel bolt had destroyed his windscreen, my other pal in the passenger seat of his metro was suffering from some sort of hearing damage... I walked up the road and retrieved my wheel from in between the crash barriers, as I was walking back with wheel a Mk2 escort pulled up beside my pals car and stopped, turned right and proceeded to smash the whole side of the polo in, and then drove off. Great. At this point, nothing mattered anymore. I jacked the car up, borrowed some bolts from the other wheels and limped it to the side of the road where the only house there had a big notice up: No phone so don't ask and beware of big dog. I decided I wouldn't bother them and limped the car to a relatives house not too far away with the handbrake as my only stopping device. Over the next few days I had relied on mates running me about to breakers so I could get a passenger door, a handle, new wheel and tyre, a front wing and a bumper and I also borrowed some cash to get the right brake bits. Some spannering later and I was back on the road. To celebrate I hit the town, picked a couple of birds up and was on my way to a mates house when going around a one way system all the dash lights come on and the engine stopped. Grinding to a halt in neutral I called my old man who wasn't really happy to help and told me to call the AA. So I did (from the phone box as only rich people had briefcase sized mobile phones). I had to join to get recovery, so My last 90 odd borrowed quid was spent and the guy turned up, had a look and pronounced the engine seized. Clearly not thinking straight anymore I agreed to get it towed to a local VW repair shop. They contacted me the next day and I agreed to let them inspect the problem. 2 con rods were flapping about and I owed them about £400. I never collected the car. Then some months later I got a letter form them saying I could get the car for £11.50 whatever that was for? I rang another pal who had a MK2 polo and told him that he could have it for parts if he went and got it, so he did, then he found that hardly any of the parts were the same as his so his dad cut the car up.
The end.
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Davey
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Mar 29, 2017 11:00:01 GMT
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The joy of first cars. These memories keep coming back to me and this one even has pictures! My first car was a red k11 Nissan Micra, when i was first presented with it i was appaled! How could i show my face in a Micra, it had no way near the cool fact of a 106 or saxo... (I have since learnt my lesson.) Immediately i started to ahem... ""improve"" said Micra, got to have some street cred right? Being a teenage mechanic in training this consisted of whatever mates had laying around at the time. Article 1. As you will all agree, many many improvements to standard right? yeh.. Probably not. Now don't get me wrong, it did eventually end up in a place i was very very happy with, even to this day i miss it. Even after it went to the heinz factory to become a professional bean holder, parts lived on in my other 2 Micras. Article 2. Now that we have some background. This was my first car, i was 17-19, i gave it death. EVERYWHERE. This included lumpy cams an exhaust that was essentially a scaffold pole for all the silencing it did and no rev limiter! This was an error. This car was a constant source of funglebucks that brought me almost to tears. It began with a little thing. Cocky teenager with a mate in the car, wet road. MANY MANY spins later. Fancy banded wheel vs curb. Curb 1, wheel 0. No to be deterred i got onto my wheel supplying mate and had another one made. All good. How i avoided ruining the suspension i'll never know. The next thing to happen was not long after, driving to college with the same mate in the car, all is going well.. Running a bit late the old right food is getting a bit heavy. The clutch starts slipping, well it does get some abuse so this was expected but its getting worse, fast. By the time we get to the next junction 40mph is becoming a challenge, by the next set of lights pulling away is a distant memory. Limping into the carpark an hour late, stinking of clutch i decided that something was probably wrong. Being a stupid youth i still drove it home. Box out at 6pm. Well thats dead then. New clutch ready to go, bolts to flywheel, lined up by eye because the proper tool would cost actual money and my thumb is free! Box slammed back in, closes the gap most of the way, must be good right? Tighten the bolts, taking a bit mroe effort than expected but hey you've never done a clutch on your back before so what do you expect. Now 9pm, all back together. Quick test drive and bed. Jump in the car. Push the pedal, ROCK solid. Not even a wiggle. Well surely thats not right, adjust the cable. Half an inch of movement, then solid... Turns out that in my haste the shaft had just missed the hole (ooh err missus.) and my forcing the bolts up had hammered it through the plate. GRRRR!!! Had to get a lift the next day, buy another clutch plate and begin again, all good this time but much more cautious. At this point the car behaved, ran well, drove great. The driver however was still a yound idiot. Funglebuck the third. Hanging out in Macdonalds car park because we are legit street racers yo... See a mate who hasn't seen the car since lows and good wheels. Mate gets in passenger seat. Lots of people are looking. ALL THE REVS!!!, dump the clutch, all the smoke all the noise... BANG. Well the engine is running thinks I. Must just be something moving. I'll just change to second and... Oh can't move the gear stick... Gearbox mount is still in the Macdonalds car park. Went gearbox hunting and laid the car up. In the mean time ended up with a MK3 astra which was a funglebuck all of its own. Funglebuck, the finale. Now with the car fixed... again! Using for college transport all is good. One morning running late, mate jumps in the car, even later. Thrashing to get to work on time, going up a slip road in 1st. Howling (Remember no rev limiter.) Go for 2nd. Miss.. Foot flat to the floor. ALL THE RPM's Bang, clatter. Lots of blue smoke. Well that'll do it. After many years of abuse this was the final nail in the coffin. Goodbye Micra. Hopefully i'm not boring you all.
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Mar 29, 2017 14:08:19 GMT
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First car, a '69 beetle, got it when I was 15 and spent a couple of years slowly getting it back on the road ready for when I was 17. One weekend me and my dad had been working on it, general servicing type jobs, and had had the wheels off. Got it all back together on the ground and put it away. Coupld of days later my step-mother agrees to take me out for a bit of driving practice. All is going well until about 10 minutes in driving around an industrial estate there starts to be a rather bad vibration from the rear. Pull around a bend and come to a lurching halt at the side of the road, getting out to see one back wheel half off, jammed up under the rear wing... Turns out that both my dad and I think the other has gone around and torqued up the wheel bolts, when in fact neither of us has and they were all only finger tight! Could have been a lot worse, but not much....
Few years ago we are getting ready to move from the UK to the Netherlands. The engine in my buggy has a bit wibblepoo, and I had done a deal with a local garage to rebuild the engine for my for the cost of parts plus a knackered beetle I had sitting on my drive. Get the engine back about a month before we are due to leave, spend a few weeks driving it as much as possible, slowly getting it broken in and niggles worked out, even take it to a local old boy with a rolling road to get the twin carbs set up. The day of the big move arrives, we build up a convoy and head off. Leaving Cardiff, me in the buggy and my OH in our mondeo, about an hour behind catching a later crossing is my dad in his van ,and a mate in a hired sprinter full of all our stuff. All is going well until just before joining the M25 the buggy gives a loud cough and a backfire, shooting the baffles out of one of the canon exhausts towards my OH behind me! Things get a little noisy, but we keep going. Buggy isn't running 100%, but not getting hot, so we continue. Make it down to folkestone, get on the eurotunnel, all is well. Get off the other side, and just as we are about to cross the border into belgium a vibration develops, going away when I put my foot on the clutch, then there is a bang, the engine revs, and I have no drive, putting my foot on the clutch makes a hell of a rattle but no effect... Tow the buggy off the highway using jumpleads as a rope because of course I have no tow rope... Get it onto the grass verge and I get underneath (high ground clearance ftw!), nothing looks wrong but I ain't going nowhere... Quick call to my dad an hour behind us and let him know whats happened, decide we will wait for him to catch us up. Whilst we are waiting I think, oh well, might as well pul lthe engine, only 4 bolts and I have a trolley jack with me. So me and the OH pull the engine at the side of the road, and the result is that the flywheel has come off the crank. Luckily the dowel pins and nut are all sitting in the bottom of the bell housing, and other than the holes in the crank / flywheel being a bit oval nothing looks horrendous. Put it all back together, tighten it as well as I can and shove the engine back in. Start it up, it runs and drives, great thinks I, 200 miles to go, sun is shining, lets do this... At this point the others arrive and we decide to just get on the road and cross our fingers. I go to pull away off the grass verge and bang, clatter, there goes the flywheel again! Of course I don't have european breakdown cover, none of us have a tow rope, and soon everywhere will be closed. My OH goes off on a hunt but can't find a rope anywhere. She does find a garage with a few old porsches outside, and using her rusty french explains the situation, at which point the give her a ridged towing bar and tell her to drop it off next time we are passing! So, in the end we arrive hours late, with the buggy towed behind my dads van, and a dead engine. Quick call to the engine builder and the next day the engine is back out the buggy, in the back of my dads van, and headed back to the UK to be sorted out. That was a stressful day!
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rude
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Mar 29, 2017 15:05:55 GMT
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Days like that suck... lol for the engine removal at the side of the road! Reminds me of when my CVH dropped a valve on a camping weekend, at 2AM and with the help of some good mates, I was doing a head swap in a bus stop.
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Davey
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Mar 29, 2017 15:17:35 GMT
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Days like that suck... lol for the engine removal at the side of the road! Reminds me of when my CVH dropped a valve on a camping weekend, at 2AM and with the help of some good mates, I was doing a head swap in a bus stop. A guy did a head swap on a mk1 escort at bruntingthorpe between track sessions, was very impressive. Try doing that on a modern anything.
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K11 Micra x3 - Mk3 astra - Seat Marbella - Mk6 Escort estate - B5 Passat - Alfa 156 estate - E36 compact Mk2 MR2 T-bar - E46 328i - Skoda Superb - Fiat seicento - 6n2 Polo - 6n polo 1.6 - Mk1 GS300 EU8 civic type S - MG ZT cdti - R56 MINI Cooper S - Audi A3 8p - Jaguar XF (X250) - FN2 Civic Type R - Mk2 2.0i Ford Focus
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Mar 29, 2017 15:26:56 GMT
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When I had my Baja, I had to clearance the bellhouse for the type 4 engine i was shoving into the Splitty box... That was entertaining. Because I know that the mag alloy gearbox case might not like the grinder, I had a genius idea... You could offer the engine up and get it on the studs, but it wouldn't push home because the flywheel was slightly too big. So... What you do is start the engine (fanbelt off so as to remove the snagging hazard), set the idle high and slowly push it in so that the flywheel machines the bellhouse.
It worked a treat. So please with myself was I that I still had the same number of fingers and not killed anyone, I then decided to shut the engine off go and have a victory beer.
The next day, I started it up, and decided to see how the clutch felt. Pushed the pedal, felt loose... Pushed harder and there was a very dull "THUD".
Forgot to put any nuts and bolts to hold the engine to the gearbox. No harm done really but that could have been a busted engine case.
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Davey
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Mar 29, 2017 15:29:32 GMT
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When I had my Baja, I had to clearance the bellhouse for the type 4 engine i was shoving into the Splitty box... That was entertaining. Because I know that the mag alloy gearbox case might not like the grinder, I had a genius idea... You could offer the engine up and get it on the studs, but it wouldn't push home because the flywheel was slightly too big. So... What you do is start the engine (fanbelt off so as to remove the snagging hazard), set the idle high and slowly push it in so that the flywheel machines the bellhouse. It worked a treat. So please with myself was I that I still had the same number of fingers and not killed anyone, I then decided to shut the engine off go and have a victory beer. The next day, I started it up, and decided to see how the clutch felt. Pushed the pedal, felt loose... Pushed harder and there was a very dull "THUD". Forgot to put any nuts and bolts to hold the engine to the gearbox. No harm done really but that could have been a busted engine case. Imagine if it was running! How far you could've thrown it.
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Mar 29, 2017 15:30:02 GMT
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Oh hell aye :lol: Live n learn!
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Mar 29, 2017 15:56:56 GMT
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... A guy did a head swap on a mk1 escort at bruntingthorpe between track sessions, was very impressive. Try doing that on a modern anything. Too true - I did a headgasket on my 70s daily earlier this week in 2 hours without trying, would have been a lot quicker if I had got the tools organised before starting. On-topic / for comparison, it took me 3 attempts to find the sparkplugs when I got a Nissan 200sx (S13)
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Mar 29, 2017 15:59:01 GMT
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... A guy did a head swap on a mk1 escort at bruntingthorpe between track sessions, was very impressive. Try doing that on a modern anything. Too true - I did a headgasket on my 70s daily earlier this week in 2 hours without trying, would have been a lot quicker if I had got the tools organised before starting. On-topic / for comparison, it took me 3 attempts to find the sparkplugs when I got a Nissan 200sx (S13) Also related, i had to do glow plugs on a Vectra back in my spannering days. The inlet manifold, fuel rail and all other curse word had to come out... I mean really?
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K11 Micra x3 - Mk3 astra - Seat Marbella - Mk6 Escort estate - B5 Passat - Alfa 156 estate - E36 compact Mk2 MR2 T-bar - E46 328i - Skoda Superb - Fiat seicento - 6n2 Polo - 6n polo 1.6 - Mk1 GS300 EU8 civic type S - MG ZT cdti - R56 MINI Cooper S - Audi A3 8p - Jaguar XF (X250) - FN2 Civic Type R - Mk2 2.0i Ford Focus
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Mar 29, 2017 17:40:41 GMT
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that's some epic tales of "mungo-ness" there! it's all good as long as we learn from our balls up though eh??
for my own " I really didn't want to do that" moments may I present to you case #1..... way way back in the mists of time I was on the statutory test drive after servicing the front brakes on my clubman. tuning around and heading for home all is good until I swing into a fairly tight left hander and the car takes on a rather unusual list complete with strange grinding noises...then I spot an avon safety wheel that looks remarkably like one of my own bu££ering off down the road. three lessons learned here , back plates grind down pretty quickly on tarmac , safety wheel nuts are sods to find replacements for , and finally , tighten said nuts with something longer than a standard 1/2" ratchet handle!
move on quite a few years and classy balls-up #2.... bright spark here decides to do an oil and coolant change on my 827 vitesse...drained her dry of both liquids of them promptly picked up the can of antifreeze and proceeded to pour about 1.5l of it into the oil filler which was then followed by a whole bucket load of anglo saxon filling the air! I popped the sump plug , rocked her about as much as I could , put the proper fluid in the proper orifices and holding my breath I fired the old bus up....holy schmo , I got away with it , not even a trace of moisture any where in the oil system. another lesson learned.
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'80 s1 924 turbo..hibernating '80 golf gli cabriolet...doing impression of a skip '97 pug 106 commuter...continuing cheapness making me smile!
firm believer in the k.i.s.s and f.i.s.h principles.
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Mar 29, 2017 19:21:03 GMT
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Culprit: Fiat Panda (i know) Owner and driver: father in law with the technical abilities of a book shelf (skool teacher)
Owner drives a 45 minute trip home from work, and as he is home says to me that little red light came on when i was leaving from work and stayed on the whole trip do you know what it is? (temp Light) Needles to say the head gasket was vaporised (sort of) That little engine could act in the new star wars movie as a supernova, an imploded sun couldn't be as hot as that engine block, never ever have i seen an engine with that temperature. Since it was weekend after all, out with that little head, and it needed some leveling so got it sorted out by a company that does engine heads. Put it back in on sunday, fixed the split radiator hose, and said to the owner its all good now. Owner takes it to work on monday, stops at the traffic light 100 meters from home, truck behind him slams the brakes to late. Result was a panda that would do great on a oval track, big bulge in the roof, yep another endangered species gone forever.
curse word cars those panda's
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Mar 29, 2017 20:06:40 GMT
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The place, Stonleigh restoration show, A good few years ago I was at the restoration show with a mk1 mr2 of mine, on the mk1 club stand, we're meant to have a couple of show cars on our club stand but they don't turn up, my mk1 was going get a gearbox change as our part of the show, now my mk1 was fully on the road but I trailored it there "just in case" we also normally had a few bodies there to help with heavy stuff etc but also just in case I'd bunged my engine hoist in my van. So myself, the club chairman who is a retired gent and a married couple who are mk1 enthusiasts, were the only members out of 8 that had "said" they were going, that actually turned up. I thought sod this I'm not changing my gear box surrounded by people asking questions and with only 3-4 hours to it. But Louise and Karl the married couple pursuaded me, So Karl and myself do all the work, Louise kept us fueled with tea, biscuits and even a bacon roll. Richard the chairman along with Louise field all the questions from interested parties etc. So we get it done in time for the end of the show, the last job . Connect the battery. Clunk goes the locks. Now mk1 mr2's don't normally do that, no I'd fitted a fancy remote central locking alarm system hadn't I and guess what, yep my keys were on the seat. Oh willies. Then we started getting harrased by the show ground staff that they shut the doors at 4 regardless if I'm out So as unfortunately this was not my first rodeo with a locked mk1 with my keys on the wrong side. Louise went off to locate a metal coat hanger, whilst I went and got my van and trailer with the last ditch possibility that I'd drag it on with the winch, the HAND winch lol. Louise returns triumphant, then 30 seconds, 2 debit type cards and the coat hanger later, I was in. Drove onto the trailer, managed to just escape in time phew. My bum well and truly saved by Louise and Karl, they're still friends to this day.
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Last Edit: Mar 29, 2017 20:49:53 GMT by oukie
Mr2 mk1 x4
Honda Accord 2.4 Executive (luxo barge)
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