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shirt
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S3_Graham
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s m said: L100NYY said: Got a 30k mile Integra Type R here at the moment and it is a wonderful lil' thing, really great fun and the more I drive them the more I do like them. The only time I had a drive in one was at Bruntingthorpe. It felt fantastic on the handling cuircuit especially round the open hairpin they'd coned out. I'd like to have a longer go on the roads in Wales How much for your integra Loon?  SM it's on Goodyear NCT's. need new ones though.... I'm thinking pilot sport's.
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olly22n
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S3_Graham said: s m said: L100NYY said: Got a 30k mile Integra Type R here at the moment and it is a wonderful lil' thing, really great fun and the more I drive them the more I do like them. The only time I had a drive in one was at Bruntingthorpe. It felt fantastic on the handling cuircuit especially round the open hairpin they'd coned out. I'd like to have a longer go on the roads in Wales How much for your integra Loon? SM it's on Goodyear NCT's. need new ones though.... I'm thinking pilot sport's. Aren't they meant to run S-02's?
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L100NYY
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S3_Graham said: s m said: L100NYY said: Got a 30k mile Integra Type R here at the moment and it is a wonderful lil' thing, really great fun and the more I drive them the more I do like them. The only time I had a drive in one was at Bruntingthorpe. It felt fantastic on the handling cuircuit especially round the open hairpin they'd coned out. I'd like to have a longer go on the roads in Wales How much for your integra Loon? SM it's on Goodyear NCT's. need new ones though.... I'm thinking pilot sport's. Not for sale I'm afraid.
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olly22n
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L100NYY said: Not for sale I'm afraid. Ben, on a completey unrelated note, you have pm.
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s m
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olly22n said: S3_Graham said: s m said: L100NYY said: Got a 30k mile Integra Type R here at the moment and it is a wonderful lil' thing, really great fun and the more I drive them the more I do like them. The only time I had a drive in one was at Bruntingthorpe. It felt fantastic on the handling cuircuit especially round the open hairpin they'd coned out. I'd like to have a longer go on the roads in Wales How much for your integra Loon? SM it's on Goodyear NCT's. need new ones though.... I'm thinking pilot sport's. Aren't they meant to run S-02's? Bridgestone RE010 s originally.....but not sure they're still about
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joesnow
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My integra ran s02s but felt a lot more taught with less under steer when I changed to the re010s. the difference is a stiffer sidewall. There should be some info on www.itr-dc2.comEta: I think they have been discontinued. I think the integra has the perfect ratio of power to rubber; it seems to dance down the road. Something my m3 evo never did but the alfa now does. Miss my itr.
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L100NYY
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olly22n said: L100NYY said: Not for sale I'm afraid. Ben, on a completey unrelated note, you have pm. 
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S3_Graham
10,685 posts
68 months
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L100NYY said: Not for sale I'm afraid. Doh, let me know if it ever is!! What would be the equivalent bridgestones these days then? Looking on Kwikfit / Blackcircles they didn't list any!?
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JaymzDead
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shirt said:  The best thing about the ad is the car in the background in the rear 3/4 shot!
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olly22n
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JaymzDead said: shirt said: The best thing about the ad is the car in the background in the rear 3/4 shot! I can just imagine V8Mate getting some shipping quotes on seeing that.
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Gretchen
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L100NYY said: Not for sale I'm afraid. How succinctly put. Do you ever actually sell anything?
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Cunning Punt
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DJRC said: But they wont. They will sell quite a few. It is a painful realisation to understand that the world no longer cares or sells to you. It is an even more painful realisation that the vast majority of things in the world that you would rather shoot yourself than buy, you may well end up having to buy because people who are far more intelligent than you understand that significant pressure can be brought to bear on you to purchase said s  t because it appeals to those that you are beholden to. This notion is behind such a wide panoply of evils ranging from why Victoria Beckham has made so much money to why Laura Ashley is still in business. Give me a while and Im sure I can work in french air traffic controllers into the blame loop aswell. There is an advertising commercial currently running on French television. Actually there are many, and of course they are all awful, but this one is the pits. The nadir. It features two 3-child families, living next door to each other, in an over-saturated primary-coloured tree-lined suburbia of the non-existent kind one might expect in a 1980s daytime soap for 1980s stay-at-home gin-swilling mothers. One surmises that the two families are going on holiday, given the simply hilarious image of Dad wearing a sombrero, and the assorted paraphernalia of fishing rods and parasols they're all carrying. Family 1 has, of all the unexpected things, a facelifted Cerbera on the drive, and a (very) rare French registered one at that. Family 2 has a shiny new MPV. The ad closes on the Cerb leaving its driveway, but - shock! Two kids are left standing forlornly in front of the house. This is obviously a three-seater Cerbera, or perhaps Dad's comedy Titfer needs a place for itself. The tagline is " why pay more to get less space?" And what, I hear you splutter, is this TVR-rivalling kiddybus of our dreams, for which we should all trade in our cars with character? A €9k Dacia Lodgy*. All of this is bad, and every time my jaundiced eye is subjected to it, I cringe and am reminded of V8mate's recent mediocrity rant. But there's more. The worst part - the Kurtzian Horror, the Munchian Scream, the shuddering watery climax to this arse-f k in a Turkish cell, the part that makes we want to hunt down the grinning t t of a marketing exec that perpetrated this s tfest, and bludgeon his thick-lipped fat-tongued dish into a bloody mash with his own f king golf clubs - is this: The Cerb's exhaust note has been overdubbed with an idling four-pot. It's beyond mediocrity or ineptitude. It's unthinking vandalism. It's everything that's wrong, it's deceiving the lowest common denominator to make a quick profit. It's boil-in-the-bag Kobe beef, it's Critique of Pure Reason for Dummies, it's Gieves and Hawkes off-the-peg, it's Adagio for Strings put through a vocoder, and stored in any of Apple's s tty music formats. It's taking a blood-curdling, goose-bump swelling, hackle-stiffening, spine-tingling symphony - a divine spark, something that might just give a will to live, move souls, stir Chakras, raise Kundalini...pick your poison - and replacing it with a f king Argos hairdryer. So now I have to buy a TVR. I shall use it to hang around schools ( not in that way) and when parents ask about it I shall encourage their children to sit in it and rev its nuts off, and have their photo taken at the wheel. I shall drive it slowly to goad Dacia drivers, and I shall do so in the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day, one of them will be daft enough to try it on, and he will also happen to be a member of the Dacia board of directors. And I shall savour the moment as he pulls out to overtake, and then I shall drop to second and bury it, and leave him with ears ringing, with burnt rubber stuck to his headlamps, blinking at 70 feet of wavy elevens and wondering what the f k happened. It will be dangerous and irresponsible, and my car will probably break and I will surely lose my licence, but if one small child will gape and point and ask with shining eyes "Daddy, why can't YOU make good cars?", it will all have been worth it and my work here will be done. incandescent 'punt * You'd be forgiven for not having heard of the Lacier Dodgy. It's LHD only, and destined for third-world poverty markets like Africa, or southern Europe. Here is one of the more flattering photos:  It comes with a range of four engines, two diesel and two petrol, with power ranging from 85 to a thundering 115 bhp. There's also a 355bhp V6 - yes really - which you can't buy, but which will be used in advertising to "raise awareness" hoodwink customers into buying a Moroccan-built rebodied 1996 Renault Scenic.
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Gravy
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Cunning Punt said: There is an advertising commercial currently running on French television. Actually there are many, and of course they are all awful, but this one is the pits. The nadir. It features two 3-child families, living next door to each other, in an over-saturated primary-coloured tree-lined suburbia of the non-existent kind one might expect in a 1980s daytime soap for 1980s stay-at-home gin-swilling mothers. One surmises that the two families are going on holiday, given the simply hilarious image of Dad wearing a sombrero, and the assorted paraphernalia of fishing rods and parasols they're all carrying. Family 1 has, of all the unexpected things, a facelifted Cerbera on the drive, and a (very) rare French registered one at that. Family 2 has a shiny new MPV. The ad closes on the Cerb leaving its driveway, but - shock! Two kids are left standing forlornly in front of the house. This is obviously a three-seater Cerbera, or perhaps Dad's comedy Titfer needs a place for itself. The tagline is " why pay more to get less space?" And what, I hear you splutter, is this TVR-rivalling kiddybus of our dreams, for which we should all trade in our cars with character? A €9k Dacia Lodgy*. All of this is bad, and every time my jaundiced eye is subjected to it, I cringe and am reminded of V8mate's recent mediocrity rant. But there's more. The worst part - the Kurtzian Horror, the Munchian Scream, the shuddering watery climax to this arse-f k in a Turkish cell, the part that makes we want to hunt down the grinning t t of a marketing exec that perpetrated this s tfest, and bludgeon his thick-lipped fat-tongued dish into a bloody mash with his own f king golf clubs - is this: The Cerb's exhaust note has been overdubbed with an idling four-pot. It's beyond mediocrity or ineptitude. It's unthinking vandalism. It's everything that's wrong, it's deceiving the lowest common denominator to make a quick profit. It's boil-in-the-bag Kobe beef, it's Critique of Pure Reason for Dummies, it's Gieves and Hawkes off-the-peg, it's Adagio for Strings put through a vocoder, and stored in any of Apple's s tty music formats. It's taking a blood-curdling, goose-bump swelling, hackle-stiffening, spine-tingling symphony - a divine spark, something that might just give a will to live, move souls, stir Chakras, raise Kundalini...pick your poison - and replacing it with a f king Argos hairdryer. So now I have to buy a TVR. I shall use it to hang around schools ( not in that way) and when parents ask about it I shall encourage their children to sit in it and rev its nuts off, and have their photo taken at the wheel. I shall drive it slowly to goad Dacia drivers, and I shall do so in the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day, one of them will be daft enough to try it on, and he will also happen to be a member of the Dacia board of directors. And I shall savour the moment as he pulls out to overtake, and then I shall drop to second and bury it, and leave him with ears ringing, with burnt rubber stuck to his headlamps, blinking at 70 feet of wavy elevens and wondering what the f k happened. It will be dangerous and irresponsible, and my car will probably break and I will surely lose my licence, but if one small child will gape and point and ask with shining eyes "Daddy, why can't YOU make good cars?", it will all have been worth it and my work here will be done. incandescent 'punt * You'd be forgiven for not having heard of the Lacier Dodgy. It's LHD only, and destined for third-world poverty markets like Africa, or southern Europe. Here is one of the more flattering photos: It comes with a range of four engines, two diesel and two petrol, with power ranging from 85 to a thundering 115 bhp. There's also a 355bhp V6 - yes really - which you can't buy, but which will be used in advertising to "raise awareness" hoodwink customers into buying a Moroccan-built rebodied 1996 Renault Scenic. 
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L100NYY
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Gretchen said: L100NYY said: Not for sale I'm afraid. How succinctly put. Do you ever actually sell anything? ??
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Beefmeister
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Cunning Punt said: There is an advertising commercial currently running on French television. Actually there are many, and of course they are all awful, but this one is the pits. The nadir. It features two 3-child families, living next door to each other, in an over-saturated primary-coloured tree-lined suburbia of the non-existent kind one might expect in a 1980s daytime soap for 1980s stay-at-home gin-swilling mothers. One surmises that the two families are going on holiday, given the simply hilarious image of Dad wearing a sombrero, and the assorted paraphernalia of fishing rods and parasols they're all carrying. Family 1 has, of all the unexpected things, a facelifted Cerbera on the drive, and a (very) rare French registered one at that. Family 2 has a shiny new MPV. The ad closes on the Cerb leaving its driveway, but - shock! Two kids are left standing forlornly in front of the house. This is obviously a three-seater Cerbera, or perhaps Dad's comedy Titfer needs a place for itself. The tagline is " why pay more to get less space?" And what, I hear you splutter, is this TVR-rivalling kiddybus of our dreams, for which we should all trade in our cars with character? A €9k Dacia Lodgy*. All of this is bad, and every time my jaundiced eye is subjected to it, I cringe and am reminded of V8mate's recent mediocrity rant. But there's more. The worst part - the Kurtzian Horror, the Munchian Scream, the shuddering watery climax to this arse-f k in a Turkish cell, the part that makes we want to hunt down the grinning t t of a marketing exec that perpetrated this s tfest, and bludgeon his thick-lipped fat-tongued dish into a bloody mash with his own f king golf clubs - is this: The Cerb's exhaust note has been overdubbed with an idling four-pot. It's beyond mediocrity or ineptitude. It's unthinking vandalism. It's everything that's wrong, it's deceiving the lowest common denominator to make a quick profit. It's boil-in-the-bag Kobe beef, it's Critique of Pure Reason for Dummies, it's Gieves and Hawkes off-the-peg, it's Adagio for Strings put through a vocoder, and stored in any of Apple's s tty music formats. It's taking a blood-curdling, goose-bump swelling, hackle-stiffening, spine-tingling symphony - a divine spark, something that might just give a will to live, move souls, stir Chakras, raise Kundalini...pick your poison - and replacing it with a f king Argos hairdryer. So now I have to buy a TVR. I shall use it to hang around schools ( not in that way) and when parents ask about it I shall encourage their children to sit in it and rev its nuts off, and have their photo taken at the wheel. I shall drive it slowly to goad Dacia drivers, and I shall do so in the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day, one of them will be daft enough to try it on, and he will also happen to be a member of the Dacia board of directors. And I shall savour the moment as he pulls out to overtake, and then I shall drop to second and bury it, and leave him with ears ringing, with burnt rubber stuck to his headlamps, blinking at 70 feet of wavy elevens and wondering what the f k happened. It will be dangerous and irresponsible, and my car will probably break and I will surely lose my licence, but if one small child will gape and point and ask with shining eyes "Daddy, why can't YOU make good cars?", it will all have been worth it and my work here will be done. incandescent 'punt * You'd be forgiven for not having heard of the Lacier Dodgy. It's LHD only, and destined for third-world poverty markets like Africa, or southern Europe. Here is one of the more flattering photos: It comes with a range of four engines, two diesel and two petrol, with power ranging from 85 to a thundering 115 bhp. There's also a 355bhp V6 - yes really - which you can't buy, but which will be used in advertising to "raise awareness" hoodwink customers into buying a Moroccan-built rebodied 1996 Renault Scenic. I understand your need to rant, 'punt, but I welcome the Lodgy and its Dacia Brethren. They're going to offer cheap, decent cars to the masses in a way that Vauxhall and Ford have failed to do for many years. Kia and Hyundai are even too highly priced nowadays. Sure, the Lodgy isn't a Pininfarina-penned trouser-tenter, but it's better looking than many MPVs and it'll seat 7 for £8,000 when it launches in the UK:  And you'll be able to buy the Duster in the UK for £10,000 when it's launched, that's damn good value and i think it looks great: 
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melvster
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JamesK
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You'd better be joking Beef. I'd rather cut my face off with a spoon handle than be seen within 50 miles of those plastic piles of s t. And this from a guy who owns an S-Max so I know all about cheap and cheerful family transport! Great post Punt! I salute you.
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melvster
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W00DY
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Beefmeister said: Cunning Punt said: There is an advertising commercial currently running on French television. Actually there are many, and of course they are all awful, but this one is the pits. The nadir. It features two 3-child families, living next door to each other, in an over-saturated primary-coloured tree-lined suburbia of the non-existent kind one might expect in a 1980s daytime soap for 1980s stay-at-home gin-swilling mothers. One surmises that the two families are going on holiday, given the simply hilarious image of Dad wearing a sombrero, and the assorted paraphernalia of fishing rods and parasols they're all carrying. Family 1 has, of all the unexpected things, a facelifted Cerbera on the drive, and a (very) rare French registered one at that. Family 2 has a shiny new MPV. The ad closes on the Cerb leaving its driveway, but - shock! Two kids are left standing forlornly in front of the house. This is obviously a three-seater Cerbera, or perhaps Dad's comedy Titfer needs a place for itself. The tagline is " why pay more to get less space?" And what, I hear you splutter, is this TVR-rivalling kiddybus of our dreams, for which we should all trade in our cars with character? A €9k Dacia Lodgy*. All of this is bad, and every time my jaundiced eye is subjected to it, I cringe and am reminded of V8mate's recent mediocrity rant. But there's more. The worst part - the Kurtzian Horror, the Munchian Scream, the shuddering watery climax to this arse-f k in a Turkish cell, the part that makes we want to hunt down the grinning t t of a marketing exec that perpetrated this s tfest, and bludgeon his thick-lipped fat-tongued dish into a bloody mash with his own f king golf clubs - is this: The Cerb's exhaust note has been overdubbed with an idling four-pot. It's beyond mediocrity or ineptitude. It's unthinking vandalism. It's everything that's wrong, it's deceiving the lowest common denominator to make a quick profit. It's boil-in-the-bag Kobe beef, it's Critique of Pure Reason for Dummies, it's Gieves and Hawkes off-the-peg, it's Adagio for Strings put through a vocoder, and stored in any of Apple's s tty music formats. It's taking a blood-curdling, goose-bump swelling, hackle-stiffening, spine-tingling symphony - a divine spark, something that might just give a will to live, move souls, stir Chakras, raise Kundalini...pick your poison - and replacing it with a f king Argos hairdryer. So now I have to buy a TVR. I shall use it to hang around schools ( not in that way) and when parents ask about it I shall encourage their children to sit in it and rev its nuts off, and have their photo taken at the wheel. I shall drive it slowly to goad Dacia drivers, and I shall do so in the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day, one of them will be daft enough to try it on, and he will also happen to be a member of the Dacia board of directors. And I shall savour the moment as he pulls out to overtake, and then I shall drop to second and bury it, and leave him with ears ringing, with burnt rubber stuck to his headlamps, blinking at 70 feet of wavy elevens and wondering what the f k happened. It will be dangerous and irresponsible, and my car will probably break and I will surely lose my licence, but if one small child will gape and point and ask with shining eyes "Daddy, why can't YOU make good cars?", it will all have been worth it and my work here will be done. incandescent 'punt * You'd be forgiven for not having heard of the Lacier Dodgy. It's LHD only, and destined for third-world poverty markets like Africa, or southern Europe. Here is one of the more flattering photos: It comes with a range of four engines, two diesel and two petrol, with power ranging from 85 to a thundering 115 bhp. There's also a 355bhp V6 - yes really - which you can't buy, but which will be used in advertising to "raise awareness" hoodwink customers into buying a Moroccan-built rebodied 1996 Renault Scenic. I understand your need to rant, 'punt, but I welcome the Lodgy and its Dacia Brethren. They're going to offer cheap, decent cars to the masses in a way that Vauxhall and Ford have failed to do for many years. Kia and Hyundai are even too highly priced nowadays. Sure, the Lodgy isn't a Pininfarina-penned trouser-tenter, but it's better looking than many MPVs and it'll seat 7 for £8,000 when it launches in the UK: And you'll be able to buy the Duster in the UK for £10,000 when it's launched, that's damn good value and i think it looks great: Have to agree (although I did very much enjoy the rant). For significantly less than half the price of most competitors, it's a lot of new, warrantied car for the cash. I don't know wherte people are finding the cash to spunk on new, run of the mill econoboxes these days.
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