Current "running out of owned" ratio - 2 out of 5.
Sounds rubbish, but last week I was down to 1. A combination of original fuel filters that are not connected;
And afterthought fuel filters that are connected;
and dashboard bulbs that illuminate the nearly out of fuel triangle, that fail after one week of ownership, and a car that was born petrol, and has had a derv lump fitted apparently in the dark (HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT WAS DODGY) and me generally overthinking things, lead to the merc sitting motionless for a week while I slowly worked out she was simply out of fuel . . . can't find rolling eyes face thingy.
While that was out of action, I was rolling in a good friends, almost dead, but continually serviceable for the last 5 years without one incident of failure, and always present to haunt me as my cars drop like flys in a kind of top gear white marina fashion, fluffy seat covered, 316i;
This one week of the year co-insided with said sheds mot. So I inevitably found myself welding the already very welded sills;
Get ready for the close up;
Eeeewww . . .
Some of that plus 4 big fat cable ties to stop the fuel filler pipe wanging about and we have an expiry date of 9/11/2015.
The E30 touring was collected from Oldham, still taxed, insured beforehand, and driven to Leeds motless, on the strength of a pre-booked test on the other side of the pennines. The fail sheet consisted of one tiny hole to weld up in the N/S sill, one tyre, lots of emission issues, and one brake pipe - the one above the diff and fuel tank, the proper bastid to get at one. The emissions didn't bother me as the plan was/is to chuck in the 2.5 lump, the brake pipe however, meant I was trying to flog it, full of most of my E30 bits;
And she was almost sold until I saw Dezs new thread. It has now gone into storage limbo in the back yard.
Here she is during first emptying of previous owners curse word, ie cigar butts so big you can only fit two in the ashtray;
So with no vehicle needing moving in order to stop people moaning, I might be able to spend some time on grotbag tomorrow. I gots primer to sand, . . . ugh.
Sounds rubbish, but last week I was down to 1. A combination of original fuel filters that are not connected;
And afterthought fuel filters that are connected;
and dashboard bulbs that illuminate the nearly out of fuel triangle, that fail after one week of ownership, and a car that was born petrol, and has had a derv lump fitted apparently in the dark (HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT WAS DODGY) and me generally overthinking things, lead to the merc sitting motionless for a week while I slowly worked out she was simply out of fuel . . . can't find rolling eyes face thingy.
While that was out of action, I was rolling in a good friends, almost dead, but continually serviceable for the last 5 years without one incident of failure, and always present to haunt me as my cars drop like flys in a kind of top gear white marina fashion, fluffy seat covered, 316i;
This one week of the year co-insided with said sheds mot. So I inevitably found myself welding the already very welded sills;
Get ready for the close up;
Eeeewww . . .
Some of that plus 4 big fat cable ties to stop the fuel filler pipe wanging about and we have an expiry date of 9/11/2015.
The E30 touring was collected from Oldham, still taxed, insured beforehand, and driven to Leeds motless, on the strength of a pre-booked test on the other side of the pennines. The fail sheet consisted of one tiny hole to weld up in the N/S sill, one tyre, lots of emission issues, and one brake pipe - the one above the diff and fuel tank, the proper bastid to get at one. The emissions didn't bother me as the plan was/is to chuck in the 2.5 lump, the brake pipe however, meant I was trying to flog it, full of most of my E30 bits;
And she was almost sold until I saw Dezs new thread. It has now gone into storage limbo in the back yard.
Here she is during first emptying of previous owners curse word, ie cigar butts so big you can only fit two in the ashtray;
So with no vehicle needing moving in order to stop people moaning, I might be able to spend some time on grotbag tomorrow. I gots primer to sand, . . . ugh.