RUNAMUCK

You know I never actually thought of that.

Make it a few degrees cooler so I can work on my car without getting bakes like a christmas turkey?

I'm hoping to be there. If I'm very very very lucky, I might even have my new drag tyres and locked diff in.

I actually had this transformer back when I was a young 'un. (The arm and leg joints were quite loose, and he wasn't very good)

It was one of the three choices you had if you saved up the "robot points" off the back of the boxes of transformers you'd bought. (or had bought for you, cos kids have no coin) Camshaft was the middle priced one. There was also a watch with a spring loaded autobot symbol face called "time warrior". I can't remember What the cheapest robot point transformer was. As I recall the more a tramsformer cost, the more robot points it came with. When I got "omega supreme" it came with like 6 robot points on the box. (I was a spoilt little cunt, and it didn't do me any good either.

Ute looks uber lush.

Rotorarys aren't that unreliable, it;s just that the cunts who own them all screw the living fuck out out of them, (I know I did when I owned one) and they don't have the money/brains to fix them propely. Plus when they do succumb to 8k every shift, they cost a shitload to fix properly.

I actuallt thought that the RX8s were supposed to wear out more slowly due the the non peripherial exhaust ports giving the apex seals less of a hard time.

Still, there are two kinds of rotoray engines, those that have just been rebuilt, and those that are about to need a rebuild. lol

I remembered another one,

many years ago, I blew the top radiator hose on my Datto 1200 coupe on a long road trip. I didn't notice the gauge for god only knows how long. After waiting for close to an hour for it cool down enough to put water in without fucking it, I used a heavy platsic shopping bag, and a shitload of Vini tape to repair the hose. I left the cap a bit loose, and that bodge got me from just south of murchison to Kaiteritieri.

I very nearly got burned in this way a few years back. Never again. Nowdays I escort the new owner to a postshop, (I found one open 7 days) and don't hand over the car till I see the docket.

I've also heard that myth. It must be as old as the internal combustion engine. Maybe it's because start-you-bastard is just ether, and you can sniff it to get high. (Not that I'd recommend doing that!)

Or perhaps it's because when an engine needs that to start, it's got something wrong with it, or it's worn out. So of course it keeps on needing it to start. Hence the myth that motors get hooked on it.

I can recall my dad saying that his dad used to say that. And he's been dead since '78.

Japs drive their cars slowly, even if they never do oil changes.

Kiwis drive their cars like they stole them. "one careful lady owner" (ten maori sons)

It's a bit of a wives tale that it's hell unsafe to lighten a cast flywheel. Obviously there are limits, but I have a nissan motorsport race/rally prep guide for the datsun 1200. And it includes a drawing of how much meat to remove from the flywheel. While it's not dangerously thin, it would be a complete pig in trafffic with the f/wheel in that book.

In the deep south. I've never been there myself, but I've heard the legends that untold oldschoolness resides there.

I dunno about getting off, but I'd possibly threaten to report them to the department of labour if I got rolled by a popo who wasnt wearing their Hi-Vis.

one night

sounds like effort/time - I woulda walked/slept in the car...

Walked, fuck that. We're talking a solid hour plus on a skateboard. plus it was during my booze free phase, so getting maggoted and coma-ing out for the night was out of the question/ Not to mention commuting across town with an extra cunty hand clutch was easiser when there was fuck all traffic.

Here are the details,

Meet up at the Target furniture car park Blenheim Rd at 10am

Depart 10:30am, heading south to Ashburton. Parking up in the carpark in the main drag, opposite the McDonalds/shell garage at 11:30am. Once everyone has caught up/meet up with anyone from south of christchurch, we'll be heading to Methevn via the Ashburton Methven highway where we'll be calling into the brown pub for a refreshment stop. From here we'll be heading to the Rakaia gorge, for a BBQ and a swim. Sausages $2 each, all proceeds to the club. (BBQ will be available to cook any food you wish to bring yourself after the sausage sizzle)

Following that we'll be heading back to Christchurch via the Hororata Pub for another refreshemnts break, and maybe a pie.

This cruise is open to all Datsuns, Datsun era Nissans, and vehicles manufactured by the price motor company.

See you Mofo's there!

please do.

I have a mate who is heading north over the Xmas breaak too. So mayhap we can save you some coin on postage if frieght is rapage. (Prolly wont for a coupley of cabies though)

Sure boe.

I fin work at 320pm each day, so I have plenty of time to do a pick up for you mate.

runamuck is the baron of the bodge, I believe

Thank you kind sir!

There's a bloke here in CHCH with a mega old mitis colt. (Like around '68-'69 vintage) He's keen as to hook up with owners of old cars and doing runs etc. Google the jap crap car club. I have his card somehwere.

Doesn't change the fact that datsun rule. A12 vs 1256 is like David tua vs jason gunn. Having a clever back end but a 1256 up front is like being front the planet krypton, but being born with down syndrome.

one night the clutch cable on my 4wd subaru ute broke. (The pedal box has a split in it, and the sideways flexing frayed the cable eneough for the nipple to break off the end) Anyhoo, I was stuck at a party. So I found a bit of rope, and tied it around the clutch fork. Then ran it through the firewall, and tied it around my prolock steering lock. This gave me a hand operated clutch. Fuck it was mad hard to pull on too! (took both hands) Just to be extra cautious, where the rop went through the firewall, I used an offcut of garden hose to stop the panel cutting the rope, and I coated the rope with margarine where it passed through the rope as a lubricant. It got me home too.

I have,

Fixed fucked mufflers with new tech. (WOF guy suggested it lol)

Used chockie blocks on many many cables.

Hid a broken off valiant wheel stud behind a hubcap for a wof. (Who need five wheel studs?)

used silvertape and paint to disgise rust for wofs

wired in cut springs to keep captive

put the nugget from a diff with a fucked crownwheel into a diff with blown idler gears. (Still going too, now has an SR20DET driving it too!)

My VC valiant had wear on the underside of the stub axle which meant the wheel bearing would have slop no matter how tight it was. I used to center puch the fuck out of it to take out the slop for a wof. Worked every time too.

fixed a rattling exhaust by jambing a block of wood betweeen it, and the thing it has knocking against.

Used blocks of wood to prop up a seat when the mount was fucked.

used araldite to glue in a shank nut when the thread was stripped and had no money and needed a wof.

And many many more.

plans have changed how? You going to abandom the fail GMT's and roll datsun full time instead?

Car theives should be gone to work on with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. (Said in the voice of Marcelles Wallace from pulp fiction)

Especially if you knew the douchbag.

I have gotten off every ticket I've ever written in for. So give it a nudge, the worst they can say is no.