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Post by rscott on Jul 1, 2012 9:24:13 GMT -5
Please list photos and stories of any vehicles past or present that have blessed or cursed your life. My current ride is a little 2010 Ford Escape, Fords second best selling vehicle after the number one F150 pick-up. High safety and maintenance rating, good mileage and WiFi, Bluetooth and satellite connected. With so many on the road they're great for bank hoists and drug run'n Attachments:
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Post by Random Panther on Jul 1, 2012 10:00:23 GMT -5
I drove around Oz in a big old Ford Falcon xf identical to this one  It had some memorable breakdowns,most notably on the side of the road coming back from Nimbin en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimbin,_New_South_Wales to Byron Bay. Some indigenous people saw that we were stranded and got us running again,the only payment they wanted was for us to postpone the trip back to Byron for a few hours and attend their BBQ. |
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Post by Random Panther on Jul 1, 2012 10:04:32 GMT -5
Currently I don't drive,for reasons that I wont go in to,except to say that there's no need to in Duburbia.
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Post by StormInateacup on Jul 1, 2012 10:39:30 GMT -5
I don't drive either. For reasons I will go into.
Cars frighten the shit out of me. Other drivers scare me even more. There's too many of the fuckers on the road and they're all so fucking busy listening to the Sat Nav, changing the CD, yelling at their ill behaved spawn in the back seat and putting their fucking mascara on in the rear view mirror to give a rat's arse about oncoming traffic.
People piss me off. They're afraid of snakes and spiders and flying on a fucking jumbo jet. They have phobias about enclosed spaces, open spaces, loud noises - ferfuxake there's a diagnosed phobia of having peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth - well 1,212 Australians died in road traffic accidents last year and a further 18,498 were seriously injured.
You know how many people died iin spider and snake bite incidents in the same period?
FUCKING NONE!!
**ahem**
Ranting ends momentarily .
I catch the bus to work. I walk to the local shops. I get taxis home from the pub and if I feel like venturing further afield I take the bike and cycleways.
The cunts ought to give me a bloody great tax deduction. I'm doing fuck all to add to social overheads like medical costs, rehabilitation services and air quality control. I'm opening up employment opportunities in the public transport industry and I offer an invaluable social service in that I talk to lonely old aged pensioners who would otherwise be suffering terrible social isolation while we're all waiting on the bus stop.
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Post by StormInateacup on Jul 1, 2012 10:56:43 GMT -5
I drove around Oz in a big old Ford Falcon xf identical to this one It had some memorable breakdowns,most notably on the side of the road coming back from Nimbin en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimbin,_New_South_Wales to Byron Bay. Some indigenous people saw that we were stranded and got us running again,the only payment they wanted was for us to postpone the trip back to Byron for a few hours and attend their BBQ. We did the same trip in two different vehicles. A Holden Sandman Panelvan. 1975 model (it was 1990-1991) and a Morris 1800. The Morrie died just outside of Townesville. I had bought it at a police auction in Melbourne 11 months earlier for $950. I sold it to the wreckers for $200.  The Morrie:  The Morrie was an amazing little workhorse. We had, for some months needed to keep the heater running at all times to cool the engine down and ride with everyone, including the driver sticking their heads put the window to keep from passing out. She finally died on a day where the ambient temp was 46 degrees Celsius (114.8 Fahrenheit). I must admit that the Canadian girl I travelled with, Lisa and I blew the $200 we got for her off the car collector who bought her from me (he worked at the wreckers. They didn't want her. He took her for parts) on cold beer in the air conditioned Bowling Club in town. He drove us there. Nice bloke. His name was Warren. The Sandman, belonged Tim, to an apprentice Carpenter and surfie from Nambucca Heads whom we met at that Bowlo. He was headed off to Cape York and agreed to let us travel with him for petrol money and company, never missed a beat. I finally left him in Broome. Tim was lovely. He looked like a young Greek god. But if brains were dynamite, that lad wouldn't have had enough to blow his nose. He'd be nattering on about something and I'd say to him "Timmy. Timmy Shut up, mate - you're spoiling the view!" He looked at me one day and asked, all wide blue eyed "What view?" I said "The view of you, sweetheart!"   |
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Post by Random Panther on Jul 1, 2012 11:07:44 GMT -5
Hahaha we sold the Falcon to a couple of German backpackers in Melbourne for more than we paid for it.
I hope their breakdowns were as enjoyable as ours,because I know that they were if not more,at least as numerous.
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Post by StormInateacup on Jul 1, 2012 11:30:37 GMT -5
Kooris are great at fixing cars. They truly have mastered the art of getting an engine running using nowt but bailing wire, chewing gum, bent nails and bits of string. And they will never leave anyione stranded. It's a cultural thing. White fellas don't usually understand.
Have you seen The Bush Mechanics?
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jul 1, 2012 12:26:45 GMT -5
I loved the Jeep, we lost it after I was no longer able to work.  |
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Post by Tofu DeBeast on Jul 1, 2012 12:27:16 GMT -5
 Fuck yeah! Got it last November. Before that I was driving an '89 Mazda MX-6 with dead A/C, oil and clutch leaks, and a rotting interior. I won't torture you with a pic of that one... |
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Post by rscott on Jul 1, 2012 15:41:51 GMT -5
I'm a motor head and have owned dozens and dozens of vehicles over the years.
I'll post photo and stories of the more memorable ones as this thread develops.
I'll start with my first and list as many as I can remember - this will be a good memory exercise for my amnesia.
I'll star the ones I bought new, the rest were purchased used.
!961 NSU Prinze
62 VW Carmen Gia,
64 MG Midget
68 MGB
68 Austin Mini.
68 Pontiac Firebird convert (my only US convertible leaked worse than the Midget)*
72 C-10 Chevy pick-up.*
72 Triumph GT6
72 Ford Pinto
74 Ford Pinto station wagon.
76 VW Rabbit.*
66 Ford F-250 P/U
68 Porsche 911 RSR
68 Ford Fairlane 428*
68 Mercury Cougar 351
68 Mercury Montego 427
77 Ford Fiesta
76 Ford Courier P/U*
78 Mercury Marque (inherited from grandma, took the engine and junked the boat)
89 Ford Thunderbird*
64, 72* and 82* Ford vans
81 Subaru Brat*
82 Ford Bronco
1990 Ford Festiva*
92, 96 and 02* Chevy Silverado P/U's
My 2010 Escape is my first new vehicle in 8 years.
There were more but my memory fails me, many were my company vehicles.
My favorites would have to be the Mini, MGB, Montego, Porsche and the 64 Ford college party van.
Until my Escape I'd considered most foreign cars superior to any American cars I've owned or driven.
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Post by Random Panther on Jul 1, 2012 15:46:40 GMT -5
That is a piece of art. Charger?
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Post by rscott on Jul 1, 2012 16:28:24 GMT -5
THIS IS ART !!! The newest addition to my collection, a $500 coyote truck. It's a 1951 (year of my birth) Willis CJ2A Agricultural Jeep called a "High Boy". I think the nickname had a lot to do with my purchase. The old guy I bought it from kept two Irish Wolf Hound Greyhound crosses in the cage. The cage has a door release on the inside of the cab to let the dogs out on the run. It also came with a hydraulic pump, a winch, 3 bottom plow, disc and corn cultivator. I doubt I'll ever use or restore the rough riding little bugger, I'll just get it running and sell it for three or four times what I paid. The guy said all it needed was gas, a battery, front seats and two tires but it hasn't run in 30 years so no telling what else it needs. Restored it would be worth $10-20,000 with the attachments Attachments:
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Post by rscott on Jul 1, 2012 17:15:03 GMT -5
The Morrie: The Morrie was an amazing little workhorse. We had, for some months needed to keep the heater running at all times to cool the engine down and ride with everyone, including the driver sticking their heads put the window to keep from passing out. She finally died on a day where the ambient temp was 46 degrees Celsius (114.8 Fahrenheit). I must admit that the Canadian girl I travelled with, Lisa and I blew the $200 we got for her off the car collector who bought her from me (he worked at the wreckers. They didn't want her. He took her for parts) on cold beer in the air conditioned Bowling Club in town. This might be the best use of a Morrie I've ever seen, a guitar made of 2 Morris hubcaps, 3 strings and a broomstick |
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Post by StormInateacup on Jul 1, 2012 17:28:33 GMT -5
The Morrie: The Morrie was an amazing little workhorse. We had, for some months needed to keep the heater running at all times to cool the engine down and ride with everyone, including the driver sticking their heads put the window to keep from passing out. She finally died on a day where the ambient temp was 46 degrees Celsius (114.8 Fahrenheit). I must admit that the Canadian girl I travelled with, Lisa and I blew the $200 we got for her off the car collector who bought her from me (he worked at the wreckers. They didn't want her. He took her for parts) on cold beer in the air conditioned Bowling Club in town. This might be the best use of a Morrie I've ever seen, a guitar made of 2 Morris hubcaps, 3 strings and a broomstick What would you fucking Yanks know about decent cars? She had 458,000 miles on the clock when we tanked her and fuck knows how many times round that had been. She ran on the smell of an oily rag and though manufactured in 1965, thrashed the arse off in the roughest terrain on earth and left ungaraged for the duration of her life she had nothing but surface rust when we farewelled her. She had seats that were more comfortable to sit on than the finest lounge suite I have ever owned and if you got her on the open raod, on anything like a smooth surface she could get to a top speed of just under 100 miles an hour. She was a fucking GEM. All you bastards ever managed to make was uncomfortable rust buckets the size of tanks which justified and necessitated your unending invasion of oil rich nations, because driving to the fucking garage and back used a tank of petrol **harumph** And her name was DOROTHY!!!   |
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Post by rscott on Jul 1, 2012 18:41:58 GMT -5
It was a joke - get over it - didn't you at least think the guitar sounded unique and the tune was good?
Growing up I only knew and had access to American iron.
When I moved out east and then worked in England I was exposed to some good engineering and my Mini and Porsche taught me how fucked up American iron really was.
American auto quality and technology is now world class.
The problem with the new American iron is there's too much of it.
Americans are still in love with big heavy cars.
The new problem is the cars/tanks are made so well they will be gas hogs for many years down the road.
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