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so your still getting lots of interest to fend off now you have sold it? did you sell it close to the advertised price? curious as have one myself in what i consider ok nick. If i could afford to upgrade yet i would..

+ 1 he could have easily just done a stat dec but manned up and took it to court. bigger balls than most.

last night leaving broadway

hit the link, very nice. did he actually design the hommage though or is it just a tribute to him?

just watched the one that came free the HPI magazine, pretty good too. funny seeing Terry all serious in the interview and some Japanese guys flailing around with Samurai swords. why dont we get them on cruises anymore?! (that was the 10th anniv for R34s 2008)

hmmm i wanna go too but big drinks costume thing on night before... ahh should be fine, count me in!

saw these rims on a skyline sedan the other day at central a little low me thinks.. oh its a 2003 'boring' model

hey as long as one of my threads isnt deleted im happy oh and love the above list, that guy is Legen....wait for it....Dary !! personal favourite is the Subaru SVX. honest..

oh yeah forgot about agm etc, maybe june then. dont get the zebra crossing thing, she flashes you. car revs. she wanders off. wha? anything to see a hottie in lingerie on a cold winters day though, do i need to draw a diagram to explain why? lol you will have to spell out the scene for me again though terry... good to know the cane etc is in reserve, anyone good at old people make up etc? do it like beastie boys did in one vid, i think jack ass also did it in there movie? i know trigger happy did something similar where the old man gets in everyones way going down some stairs then jumps on a bike and just rides off like he is a bmx bandit.. still think ours is worth doing as practice and just for kicks

freakin awesome ideas guys, trust the oldies to take it to the next level! fight over carspace which goes OTT has sort of been done by the 'fats pizza' guys in the first season of that ho hum and thankfully short lived Aussie comedy. It was probably one of the few funny scenes, the battle over a suburban spot escalates into an all out war with all kinds of weapons being pulled out until finally an irate resident sick of all the noise pulls out a rocket launcher or some such silliness and blows them all sky high. Still it would be a little diff in a westfield carpark, easier environment to control as well, do multiple takes without holding up traffic etc. be good to get some bemused reaction shots from random passersby and less chance some drunk will wander out of the 'three monkeys' and want to join in on the action. rooftop of burwood/hurstville/eastgardens or macquarie? lots of easy pickings... ok well i vow to sort a dozen ninja outfits if we can get the volunteers, not sure if i will be in one or behind the camera but most likely directing the action as much as i would love to be getting in on it. to put them up against nothing more specific than 'muscle' types in singlets and mullets could still work, applause for keeping it simple Eric, love it if you could get in touch with those 'big' guys and sound em out. Would be easy to do your old man skit terry, know anyone old enough re casting it? (hint hint) k lets lock terrys idea down for end of may and build a ground swell for Erics to shoot in say mid june?

seen DENEMY before, its gorgeous. only seen these lately, around the city. Snapping the yellow one when a bunch of chinese guys coming out of the pool hall on sussex st wandered over. I was nearly going to comment on the banana yellow seat covers but gf told me to mind my own business. dont mind the kit on the white 34..just above plate the raised section. kinda cool?

lol, someone must know someone with 22": chromies on their rex/skyline would be an essential part of the george st scenery. wandered into a costume shop yesterday, 70 bucks for 4 days for ninja outfits and 100 for the giant dog/bunny outfits for same period of time. if you want to go all out then you can get the pucka stormtrooper outfits for a bit more but i might start out with ninjas... may have to do a barbie to raise the funds..this is getting complicated. if not the car prank matboy, what kind of vid do you mean? some street drifting? lol, good way to get on ACA instantly..

how did you find the sandbags anyway? maybe Clarkson had it once and tried to bulletproof the car with them ala the mid-east special. it doesnt work but still worth a shot (no pun intended) I knew Alfas were unreliable but jesus it sounds like you got the short end of a very short stick twice in a row..

hmmm video night in each state to honour said demise? I can bring about a dozen or so best motor vids..we could just hit the highlights, I will bring chips and dip if someone else brings chicken wings?

The Stig: the five worst cars I’ve driven Ben Collins April 29, 2011 The Alfa Romeo 8C was the worst supercar Ben Collins ever drove. Regardless of how you feel about some people, most of the time you can find a redeeming feature if you dig deep enough. After all, Wayne Rooney can kick a football. In the galaxy of motoring, however, there are occasions when the only redemption for a machine lies inside a box of matches. I've danced a few tangos with some beautiful belles over the years but I recall driving some dogs, too. One brand of car proved so vociferous in its badness that it made me swear out loud and punch the steering wheel whenever I drove it. I'll deal with that one last in my list of ''five worst cars ever''. I will begin with the worst supercar I ever drove, which was also one of the most beautiful. The Alfa Romeo 8C had the kind of looks that suggested she was wearing a suspender belt underneath that red dress. Her husky V8 voice whispered to you that 450 horsepower (336kW) was ready to tickle your toes with a feather and 100km/h would come in just four seconds. My date with the 8C took place on the Fluela Pass, a high mountain road that snakes across the Swiss Alps via an endless barrage of hairpin bends and cambered sweepers. You might call it a rite of passage for a car's handling capability, because the constant twisting worked the brakes and suspension hard and the slightest error meant being dispatched into a ravine. Pressing the brake pedal of the 8C was confusing, because the brakes seemed to operate the steering. The suspension was so unhinged that the weight of the car felt like it stayed on whatever wheel it had been leaning on during the previous corner as you entered the next one. Hitting the brakes, therefore, effected a sudden and perilous weight transfer. The stiff suspension reacted violently. The ensuing skid as you entered a corner was jaw-dropping, as the 8C lifted its skirt to reveal not the frilly lace it had promised but, rather, a set of wedding tackle. Next is a car that looked like it was born during a nuclear winter; a cross between a deformed newt and a cement mixer. The Fiat Multipla broke ground by cramming in two rows of three seats line astern but it made her a big, wide unit. It took 12 seconds to reach 100km/h, whereupon it didn't handle too badly but you looked daft behind the wheel. Next on the list is a horrible bucket of bling that dares to call itself a 4x4: the Cadillac Escalade SUV. The ''Platinum'' model totes crass 22-inch chromed spoke alloys and tinted windows designed to curry favour with drug dealers. Around town it positively bleeds fuel and if you even suggest taking it off road it fakes injury. When we did point it at the most modest of trenches, the axle shook like blancmange before the Caddy bottomed out and got stuck. On closer inspection, we found essential-looking wiring had parted company with the vehicle and hung out of the wheel arches, along with the electrical tape that previously held everything together. Truly awful. The US produced another major disappointment in the new Dodge Charger. We waited 30 years for the Charger to fly back into our lives the way it did in 1968 during the chase scene of Bullitt. The new Charger appeared in 2005 and underwhelmed with its heavy weight, modest power and woeful automatic gearbox. When it comes to classic remakes, the only manufacturer that seemed to get it right was Chevrolet with the Camaro SS. The end is nigh. Apocalypse. Three little letters that encapsulate the absolute worst of vehicle design: T-V-R. They were all ghastly, unreliable and held together by craft glue but the standout cataclysm was the TVR Sagaris. It had no door handles. To open the door you pressed a button under the wing mirror and prayed the electrics worked, because on many TVRs they don't. The seating was invented by Houdini and changing gear required you to dislocate a shoulder. Meaningless quasi-aerodynamic features on the bodywork shook violently when you reached speed and that happened quickly. Zero to 100km/h took just 3.8 seconds. It had no ABS or traction control, which would normally attract my praise, but the handling was so beguiling. Human beings have an innate feel for cars, perhaps developed over thousands of years of balancing on horseback. The Sagaris told porkies to your instincts. In bends, the weight of the engine over the front wheels made it pitch insanely and I spun off countless times with no idea why. If this was the result with a so-called pro at the wheel, I pitied the man who polished it all week before going for a Sunday drive. Worse still, Jeremy Clarkson loved it. I rest my case. Ben Collins is a racing driver who was Top Gear's The Stig in a previous life.

are you calling me immature or sumpin? come at me bro! cmon, how do i find the peeps for this?

this seriously blows, desire to learn japanese to watch the stuff now diminished favourite were the american touge dvds, i have 1,2 and 3. classic tuner battles galore and the right amount of whimsy and bonhomie along with the hardcore nerd knowledge regarding their rides. what a freakin day.

yeah i like the ninja V pirate idea too. the possiblities are endless, go with this one for now. how can i has peeps!?

ban_sidhe 2011-04-25 07:30:43 PM I was driving on an overpass one evening, on my way home from work. It was quite dark and the lighting on the overpass was piss-poor, but I kept feeling like there was something - I wasn't sure what - right in front of my face. Squinting, I could just make out a dark shape about three inches from my nose. Finally I drove under one of the few streetlights in that area and with the help of that flash of light, was able to make out what the black shape was. It was a giant farking Black Widow spider. I'm not arachnophobic or anything - in fact I like most spiders - but Widows creep me out. Having one swinging from the sun visor three inches from my face was just about panic-inducing. There wasn't any way to pull over for quite a long time, so I just tried not to move or breathe or become hysterical and drive off the side of the overpass. After what seemed like hours, I pulled off at the first opportunity and escorted the spider out of the car, then sat there, dazed and jittery, for a few minutes before I was able to drive again. / CSB(iatch) // Several years later, I was bitten by a Black Widow. davidphogan: ByOwlLight: Random wtf objects on the freeway are the bane of my existence. When I was 18, driving my van in heavy but fast traffic in LA, the car in front of me swerved out at the last second because a farking full stove was in the lane. I still don't know how I managed to get around it without hitting it or another car. Driving from San Diego to LA on a rare raining evening I had to swerve to avoid a farking hot tub on the 163 and a black couch on the 101. Both in the same night. I was following a truck that was towing and ice cream truck on a flatbed trailer on the 101 just off the Conejo Grade in Camarillo when it his a bump and a stepladder flew off the back of the thing right in front of me. I found out how fast my car could safely change lanes that day (about two car length at 65) I had a neighbor that wasn't so lucky. He was driving in LA when he got a metal hook from a tow truck though his windshield and right in the face. He couldn't remember the accident, but he did manage to pull off to the side of the road before he passed out. He woke up days later with his nasal cavities completely caved in. He spend months getting fixed up, but he was eventually OK. They never did find the truck that dropped the hook. ok thats the last CSB from the comments, up to you guys to carry the torch now.

ha Trevs., i trump you...

OwnTheRide 2011-04-25 05:15:52 PM Brool Story Co. time. I was driving down the highway in the left lane when someone cut in front of me. I jammed the brakes and felt the pedal drop to the floor. All the way down to that last little bit where you have about 1/4" of movement for all of your brakes. I absolutely could not pull over where I was, so used the brakes to give me as much space as possible between me and the nearest car and kept going along. I was 2 exits from my exit, with a 2-mile no-stoplight run to my house from there. Fark it. You don't need brakes on the highway. Made it home just fine, went inside. Looked outside and noticed smoke coming from under the hood. I'll be honest, I really did consider ignoring it so that insurance would cover it. But I couldn't do it. Popped the hood and sure enough, I had a little fire. The brake fluid had sprayed all over some wire covers and also hit the exhaust manifold, creating a small but growing fire. That's the only time I've arrived home on fire with no brakes. So far. The Car Talk guys on NPR tell a story of how one of them forgot to tighten his lug nuts properly one night. I think it was Click. He's driving down the road and his tire goes flying off. He tries to get as much control over the car as possible and manages to steer it to the side of the road, right in front of a gas station. Sparks are flying everywhere, it's making a horrendous screeching noise. Everyone from the gas station comes running out to watch. Not knowing what else to do, he gets out of the car and walks up to them and throws them his keys and says, "Fill her up, unleaded, don't top it off." sk8r 2011-04-25 05:59:59 PM Burning car expert here. Used to have a 66-71 VW Bug. We lived in the country and would just pop the trunk, throw dirt on the flames, restart the engine and go on our merry way. It was years after junking that car that I appreciated the danger of driving a car that caught on fire 5 times a year. It was really cool to see my friends' reactions- one guy screamed like a 90 pound girl, ripped the front passenger seat off its rails (he was sitting in the back) and took off running down the road as if he were being shot at. He was still running after we had the fire out. How much explosive potential did he think that VW had? Mushroom cloud? When I was 17 I was driving my Dad's brand new Camry (less than 1500 miles) after getting an oil change from Wal-Mart. Somehow the oil filter hadn't been fastened properly, so the thing popped of going 45mph down the road and it lost all oil almost instantly. It took me on the order of ~2-3 minutes to reach a safe spot to pull over, and in that short time the engine was completely totaled. The mechanics said that the engine was essentially a solid block of metal at that point... once it stopped moving after I pulled over there was no way it could possibly function again. Wal-Mart did replace it with a brand new engine, to their credit. The repair cost was essentially the cost of a nice, new car (~$17,000). SkerriNinja 2011-04-25 07:06:28 PM I pulled over because my car made a wonky sound. The front right tire sounded like a dinner plate spinning on its edge. So I pulled into the nearest service place and asked them to check it out. The mechanic pulled me into the bay and said, "look at this!" He then grabbed either side of the tire, gave it a good hard shake, and pulled it right off the damn car. He said if I had hit one more pothole on the way there, I'd have been headed for the ER. Apparently it was a tie-rod issue? I dunno. I don't know anything about cars, but I do know that my best friend had wrecked my car in Savannah the summer before. She turned left onto a one-way street, turned too wide, hit a drainage cover on the corner of the curb, and drove my front passenger tire up into the wheel well. It cost her $1500 to fix on a Sunday, and then it cost me another $450 to fix a year later. She is no longer my friend, and that car went to the Shiatty-Ford-Escort Heaven about 2 years later.

zorgon 2011-04-25 04:59:48 PM Chariset: 11. You hear thumping from the trunk which suggests the hooker is awake and working her way out of the bag. I still love you.

oh and my own addition... 13.You hear thumping from the trunk which suggests the hooker is awake and working her way out of the bag. and some from the comments bit.. Cool story, sis: I left my car in the garage w/the sunroof open overnight. Got in the next morning and the weather started to change during my commute--must have dropped a good 10 degrees in the hour I'd been driving. So, I closed up the sunroof. Not even a minute later, I see something moving to my right, just outside my field of vision. I look in the rear-view...and it's a HUGE F*CKING SPIDER. Right next to my head! To this day, I have no idea how I managed it, but I cut across all 5 lanes of the NJ Turnpike, onto the left shoulder, at the height of rush hour, without hitting anything. Jumped out of the car and killed the living bejeezus out of that damned thing. Normally, I don't freak over spiders & bugs but this thing was mutant huge and literally breathing down my neck. I've never left the car with even a window cracked open since. Me, in that situation (after shrieking like a girl where hopefully no one can hear): No, seriously, fark bugs. I had a wasp land on my goddamn hand while I was steering. I missed an exit because I was psychologically incapable of moving that hand. I opened my window as it took off, and the vacuum sucked it out. Hopefully to hell. ImmaHoopyFrood 2011-04-25 04:53:44 PM I had a puke green 1970-something Fiat Brava. I start it up and get about 5 miles down I-70 when I hear something that sounded like a gunshot and all kinds of large metal parts bouncing on the road behind me. The starter solenoid never disengaged from the flywheel and the starter must have got red hot before exploding. Smoke starts coming in through the vents. The gas lines ran alongside the starter mount so the engine compartment was engulfed in fire. I lifted the hood, said OH FARK and walked away. I never did get the hoped for explosion though. It eventually burnt itself out after consuming all the rubber and plastic components under the hood. I bought it from some old lady for $500. Cost to fix would have been $1800. Had the scrapyard tow and take it for free. What a piece of crap. Like a cracker-box covered with mashed pea baby puke.