Part 1
So, let's cut right to the chase.
Interested? Alright, let's get this show on the road.....
Prologue
I've been an avid reader of these forums for years now, and am finally at a point where I think I can make a thread about this shed. I never wanted to just post up something about it when it was living it's standard life, because let's be honest, it's a 240, nothing ever went wrong with it and it just ate up the miles no matter how much abuse it had thrown at it. That's what gives these things their reputation as everyone knows by now! However now it's a bit different from its factory spec, it has a story worth telling.....
So we go back to 2013. It's February 14th (Yes, that February 14th..) and I'm on a train heading out to Brighouse in between my Uni lectures to look at a tank that had been offered to me for £500. Now this was way back before the scene tax decided to rocket the prices of these things skyward, so it sounded a bit of a bargain at the time. Now naturally, as a 21 year old there was that "sensible" bit of my brain going come on, you are going to look a right k**b driving one of those things, get something like a Clio or a Polo and be done with it.
And then I saw it.
This massive wad of Swedish iron sat there at the side of the road, immediately catching my eye walking up the street towards it. Now back then I didn't know jack s**t about cars in a mechanical sense, so the hole in the drivers side sill, fuel lines bodged together and the distinct lack of a fuel filter (I'm not even joking) never even registered in my mind. I just had to have it! So a quick call to the insurers and a short exchange with the charming previous owner later had the deal done. I owned a Volvo 240. It's at this point I said to myself, "WHAT THE F@!K HAVE YOU DONE?!"
So naturally from there I started to dig into it and figure out all of it's foibles. First worrying thing was there was a dreadfully strong smell of petrol coming through into the cab to begin with, some plank had instead of just buying a barbed connector had just shoved the plastic innards of one fuel hose into the other end coming from the fuel tank and jammed it with a hose clamp. Anyone say fire hazard? That and the filter which was curious in it's absence both got sorted after said pipe burst and spewed £10 of fresh juice all over the M621. Perfect.
From then on it was only really minor jobs that needed doing on it. Dodgy interior wiring, leaking gaskets, timing belt needing changing, let's just say my knowledge about the inner workings of this thing went from zero to 150 in pretty bloody short order!
But to be fair from then on it ran like a champ. So what does any 21 year old do with their first car? Modify it of course......
So, let's cut right to the chase.
Interested? Alright, let's get this show on the road.....
Prologue
I've been an avid reader of these forums for years now, and am finally at a point where I think I can make a thread about this shed. I never wanted to just post up something about it when it was living it's standard life, because let's be honest, it's a 240, nothing ever went wrong with it and it just ate up the miles no matter how much abuse it had thrown at it. That's what gives these things their reputation as everyone knows by now! However now it's a bit different from its factory spec, it has a story worth telling.....
So we go back to 2013. It's February 14th (Yes, that February 14th..) and I'm on a train heading out to Brighouse in between my Uni lectures to look at a tank that had been offered to me for £500. Now this was way back before the scene tax decided to rocket the prices of these things skyward, so it sounded a bit of a bargain at the time. Now naturally, as a 21 year old there was that "sensible" bit of my brain going come on, you are going to look a right k**b driving one of those things, get something like a Clio or a Polo and be done with it.
And then I saw it.
This massive wad of Swedish iron sat there at the side of the road, immediately catching my eye walking up the street towards it. Now back then I didn't know jack s**t about cars in a mechanical sense, so the hole in the drivers side sill, fuel lines bodged together and the distinct lack of a fuel filter (I'm not even joking) never even registered in my mind. I just had to have it! So a quick call to the insurers and a short exchange with the charming previous owner later had the deal done. I owned a Volvo 240. It's at this point I said to myself, "WHAT THE F@!K HAVE YOU DONE?!"
So naturally from there I started to dig into it and figure out all of it's foibles. First worrying thing was there was a dreadfully strong smell of petrol coming through into the cab to begin with, some plank had instead of just buying a barbed connector had just shoved the plastic innards of one fuel hose into the other end coming from the fuel tank and jammed it with a hose clamp. Anyone say fire hazard? That and the filter which was curious in it's absence both got sorted after said pipe burst and spewed £10 of fresh juice all over the M621. Perfect.
From then on it was only really minor jobs that needed doing on it. Dodgy interior wiring, leaking gaskets, timing belt needing changing, let's just say my knowledge about the inner workings of this thing went from zero to 150 in pretty bloody short order!
But to be fair from then on it ran like a champ. So what does any 21 year old do with their first car? Modify it of course......
Ebay rip off items that a mate gave me for a tenner I think it was? If I remember rightly this photo was taken literally after I'd just put them on hence why they're a bit all over the place. I was young, sue me. To be fair I did/do like the look if it's all installed correctly, plus the extra light on an unlit road is always a bonus as well. 
