Astro Bear

Despite fearing the atomic wedgie I may receive from my fellow skyliners, I have to ask: What is this 'engine out' business? I must have missed the initial discussion where the term was coined because I'm not sure what it means? Would someone kindly explain?

Aaaaaaaaaah shaaaaataaap.

I paid for all of my cars in cash. My pet hate is when people's parents shell out ridiculous for their kids cars, I.e.new Mini Cooper / BMW etc. I'm working in Hawthorn atm and i see it everywhere. Little red p plate arseholes can go and f**k themselves.

Saw a 33 with a widebody kit and 34 GTR front end in Hawthorn the other morning. Like a peach colour, hard to describe. Looked awesome.

How about Mt Cooper in bundoora. Highest point in Metro Melbourne apparently. View of city is fantastic and would be great for photos. I used to live on the hill : )

When I die I'm gonna be reincarnated as a tennis ball.

Yeah, i noticed an impressive difference with the front strut brace on. Just not sure about the rear one given i've seen some posts from SydneyKid which states they do absolutely nothing. So you noticed a difference with the rear brace Grant? Can you give some details?

Nah, it's cool we will send the man a carrier pidgeon or stork with a detailed map, and a prepaid mobile phone which can be used to provide a wake up call on the morning of the cruise.

Not cool. The northern suburbs does not need any more of this type of tomfoolery on our roads.

Anyway Mohsen, didn't you make note in one of your previous posts of your intention not to race people on the street?

Even if it is a vs v8, it's still nothing to write home about. 5.0L 'power' is gay with aids in the ass.

Does a rear strut brace on an r33 make a noticeable difference? I was pleasantly surprised when I put the front brace on the car but I'm yet to put a rear on. Any opinions?

I only contact the EPA for people who drop cigarettes and other litter. When I drive past them, I stick my head out of the window and yell, "You're gonna regret that!". Then I yell, "Flawless Victory!!!".

All these people whinging about people whinging. I wasn't whinging, so quit whinging. I haven't fixed it on my car in the 2 and a half years I've had it. If I was whinging, I would have got it fixed it, and then whinged about it here in the whingeland thread. So sick of people whinging about other people's whinging, and now I'm sick of whinging about it. End whinge.

Not only charged, but completely arse raped!

My car has the starting problem when the car is cold, I.e it has been sitting outside all day and the outside temperature is 35ish plus. The hotter it gets the worse the car starts. Having said that it has happened to me a couple of times when I've driven the car and left it for ten minutes, then come back to start it again. Once it was really hot, like 40 degrees outside and the car wouldn start at all. Was turning over, but not firing. I left it for an hour and came back and it eventually fired up, but it was a pain in the arse. And yes, it's been over two years and I've never done anything about it. Why? Because I am one lazy f**ker.

I've had the problem ever since I bought it 2.5 years ago. Basically when it's hot I know to keep my foot on the accelerator lol. It coughs and splutters for the first 30 seconds or so and sounds like it's running on 5 cylinders lol. It wants to stall desperately, but then it comes good. I have a feeling it's the ignition module. Any suggestions?

I also enjoy under-water aerobics.

Oh man, my car does that too! When it's really hot outside the car won't start up / idle properly and I have to keep feathering the throttle for it to keep running. Does my head in.

May I suggest masturbation?

ffs, why is the c word censored? Kills the entire story.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying "Hello" I politely said, "This is Fred. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*kin' number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a flamin mongrel!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'flamin mongrel' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a flamin mongrel!". It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "flamin mongrel" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, that's because you're a flamin mongrel!" Then one day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first flamin mongrel (I had his number on speed dial by this stage,) I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover flamin mongrel, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 William Street. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a flamin mongrel!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two dream boats to call. Then one day I came up with an idea. I called flamin mongrel #1. "Hello?" "You're a flamin mongrel!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Steve Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "I live at 221 William Street, a terraced house. There's a gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, flamin mongrel," and hung up. Then I called flamin mongrel #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, flamin mongrel," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll do what?" I said. "I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, flamin mongrel, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 William Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the hood war going down on William Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to William Street. I got there just in time to watch two dream boats beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. Now I feel MUCH better. Take it from me, anger management really works...

Does anybody know if the 'heads up' display as found in an s13 Silvia could be modified to suit my skyline. I want one, but not really interested in paying an exorbitant amount of money if it can be avoided.

I was making 50k a year as a full time student at 20, and charged 3k for a days work consulting, that was good haha. A few years later and I've left the industry and I make 50% off what I used to. Doesnt matter to me though because I'm 100% happier. Funny how that works. I think the psychological term is 'affluenza'.

To understand the stupidity of London garage, you have to first watch 'bangla bangers'.