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Chat Area => General Car Chat => Topic started by: VR4Dave on 17 June 2011, 15:14:45
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Reading the misfortunes of people leaving lpg hose attached had me thinking...
When I was 17 in my mini with a very loud exhaust, I was in the centre of town on a busy saturday sat in a box junction turning right at the precise moment my alternator seized, the exhaust didn't seem loud compared to the screeching and smoke my car was producing. :-[ :-[
Please share yours for a giggle
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Having a "play" on mad Friday at Le Mans in my newly built kit car when one of the alternator mounting screws dropped out leading to a deafening screech until I cut the engine. Limped back to the camp site with a couple of cable ties tensioning the aux. belt. :-[
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That's a good one, did you not tighten that one properly? :-[
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Spent three hours in a Daewoo Matiz (courtesy car) with a lady friend :y on an old disused viaduct in the dark. Accidentally left the fan and radio on low, battery went flat, immobiliser kicked in and couldn't get it shifted. It was awkward explaining that one to the hire company (other drivers insurance paying for it). Still, I got recovered and a new Astra van to drive round the day after! It just goes to show, you can have your cake (or pie) and eat it!
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Never had a problem like that myself but did have to tow my brother in law out of mud one dark night down a country lane, He had a terracan 4wd so god only knows the weight of the bird he had with him ;D ;D couldn't see her he had blacked out windows.
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Doing donuts and other equally hilarious things in a rwd Pathfinder on the sand and crashed into a tank, and got it wedged under the wedge shaped front! All on video! Still, I made a good first time job of panel beating the dent out with my baton or "imshee" stick as I preferred to call it!
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Doing donuts and other equally hilarious things in a rwd Pathfinder on the sand and crashed into a tank, and got it wedged under the wedge shaped front! All on video! Still, I made a good first time job of panel beating the dent out with my baton or "imshee" stick as I preferred to call it!
Made me chuckle, stories like that are better than jokes ;D ;D
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Not so much embarrassing, but funny (I think anyway).
When I was in Northern Ireland we had a crappy old Ford Escort as a works car. It was terrible in every way, and the colour, oh no, imagine you're a kid painting water colours and think of the colour the water was you use to rinse your brush with. That was the colour. The brown bomber we used to call it.
Anyway, I noticed that when at idle speed in second gear, if you gently tapped the accelerator the whole car would violently rock backwards and forwards so violently the whole car would sound like it was falling to bits inducing stomach hurting laughter.
We were driving through a village green from Londonderry to Omagh in said brown bomber when the original 'Spirit in the Sky' came on the radio. I turned the radio right up, wound all the windows down, flashed the headlights, sounded the horn, put the wipers on, did the wiggly worm and rocked it so violently we were all crying with stomach hurting laughter, as we got looks of disgust and cries of 'ya englesh barsardddddds'.
I'll remember that for a long time!
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Not so much embarrassing, but funny (I think anyway).
When I was in Northern Ireland we had a crappy old Ford Escort as a works car. It was terrible in every way, and the colour, oh no, imagine you're a kid painting water colours and think of the colour the water was you use to rinse your brush with. That was the colour. The brown bomber we used to call it.
Anyway, I noticed that when at idle speed in second gear, if you gently tapped the accelerator the whole car would violently rock backwards and forwards so violently the whole car would sound like it was falling to bits inducing stomach hurting laughter.
We were driving through a village green from Londonderry to Omagh in said brown bomber when the original 'Spirit in the Sky' came on the radio. I turned the radio right up, wound all the windows down, flashed the headlights, sounded the horn, put the wipers on, did the wiggly worm and rocked it so violently we were all crying with stomach hurting laughter, as we got looks of disgust and cries of 'ya englesh barsardddddds'.
I'll remember that for a long time!
my mate does that on a regular basis in his beat-up 1989 polo!! without the horn and headlights tho, the rocking noise is more than enough to turn heads
i need to get him some L plates actually, just for the wind-up factor!
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Not so much embarrassing, but funny (I think anyway).
When I was in Northern Ireland we had a crappy old Ford Escort as a works car. It was terrible in every way, and the colour, oh no, imagine you're a kid painting water colours and think of the colour the water was you use to rinse your brush with. That was the colour. The brown bomber we used to call it.
Anyway, I noticed that when at idle speed in second gear, if you gently tapped the accelerator the whole car would violently rock backwards and forwards so violently the whole car would sound like it was falling to bits inducing stomach hurting laughter.
We were driving through a village green from Londonderry to Omagh in said brown bomber when the original 'Spirit in the Sky' came on the radio. I turned the radio right up, wound all the windows down, flashed the headlights, sounded the horn, put the wipers on, did the wiggly worm and rocked it so violently we were all crying with stomach hurting laughter, as we got looks of disgust and cries of 'ya englesh barsardddddds'.
I'll remember that for a long time!
my mate does that on a regular basis in his beat-up 1989 polo!! without the horn and headlights tho, the rocking noise is more than enough to turn heads
i need to get him some L plates actually, just for the wind-up factor!
yeah I was surprised how violently it rocks! It never failed to make you laugh, i do it now and again dipping the brake in my Elite (auto) but it's just not as fun!
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I was driving a load of friends back from a night out through High Beech ( a local wooded beauty spot with no streetlamps at all).
I was in my parent's Wolsley 1300 and decided it would be funny to switch the headlights off. Trouble was I lost the rocker switch on the dash in teh dark and was doing 40mph between two rows of silver birch trees with only the stars to help. The trees were slapping the A-post very hard before I finally found the switch again.
Pretending I meant it like that, saved the day and I was a hero (I'm guessing :o).
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Most embarrassing? Crikey!
Before I start, I was about 20 years old when this happened.
Having a barney with a little bald headed idiot in a 3.0 Cavalier. (I owned a Vectra B 2.5 V6 at the time).
He was constantly in the outside lane of the A361 regardless of whether there was traffic on the inside lane or not. Me, not one to undertake, flashing lights at this asshole and begging him to move over (by begging, I mean using hand signals to call him a person who masturbates). After many more miles, he moves over and pulls into a lay-by. I pull in behind him and we both get out of our cars.
I'm not a big chap, but he soon realises he is better off chatting rather than fighting.
So I suggest a duel (why, I have no idea, guess I was just a moron)...... Jump back in my car and give it some revs before whipping my foot off the clutch......... at that point, several parts of the gearbox decide to leave the vehicle by punching a hole in it.
The old Cavalier left me in a cloud of smoke. He must have thought I was a right tit.
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Not me but a car I was in.
Early 20's 3 up in a Fiat Super Mirafiori heading to Paignton camping (ie drinking), about 15 miles out on the dual carriageway were doing about 80 and roll level with a car with 3 similar age girls in. Much attempted conversation later we've slowed to 60 and my mates decides to drop a gear and pull away from them. Shame he forgot it was an auto and slammed it into first, no fancy electronics to save him, the rev counter blew round the dial and wedged itself against the end stop, we scrubbed about 40mph almost instantly and the guy behind us barely managed to avoid rear ending us. Much use of the horn later we left the road early and took a back road to avoid seeing the girls again ;D
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Most embarrassing? Crikey!
Before I start, I was about 20 years old when this happened.
Having a barney with a little bald headed thingy in a 3.0 Cavalier. (I owned a Vectra B 2.5 V6 at the time).
He was constantly in the outside lane of the A361 regardless of whether there was traffic on the inside lane or not. Me, not one to undertake, flashing lights at this asshole and begging him to move over (by begging, I mean using hand signals to call him a person who masturbates). After many more miles, he moves over and pulls into a lay-by. I pull in behind him and we both get out of our cars.
I'm not a big chap, but he soon realises he is better off chatting rather than fighting.
So I suggest a duel (why, I have no idea, guess I was just a moron)...... Jump back in my car and give it some revs before whipping my foot off the clutch......... at that point, several parts of the gearbox decide to leave the vehicle by punching a hole in it.
The old Cavalier left me in a cloud of smoke. He must have thought I was a right tit.
Absolute class ;D ;D
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Where do I start...?
When I was 17 I got my first car - a Reliant Regal Van (no, that's not the emabarrassing bit). Once I had filled it with mates beyond its intended capacity and decided to have a laugh with an emergency stop. The front stub axle collapsed.
Then I was driving my girlfriend over to Windermere and while putt-putting down the main street, (full of tourists), one of the back wheels fell off. I couldn't get my jack underneath to put the wheel back on (the wheel nuts had all come undone but were saved by the hub cap) so I called the RAC. Waiting for them was bad enough, but when he arrived he couldn't get a jack underneath. So he enlisted 3 passers-by to lift the car while he popped the wheel on.
When I came to replace the car I traded it in for a manky Escort Estate. I was driving to the garage in the Reliant to carry out the transaction when part of the chassis to which an engine mounting was attached collapsed through rust. I managed to strap the engine up with an old haversack strap and made a quick exit from the garage in the Escort before they spotted it!