Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 25)
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Thinking of bird shyte, we were in Salcombe again yesterday to spring my mum from the old folks home for lunch. At her suggestion we went to the Crab Shed on the fish quay across from the town in the car park that becomes the boat park during the winter. It's smashing. I'd recommend it to anyone who finds themselves in South Devon and likes a bit of seafood. You have to know it's there because if you were pottering about in the town you wouldn't walk past it.
On the way back, not on the A303 after the last couple of debacles, I discovered why I once left the M5 and went through the interchange back on to the M5. It's when you're in the right hand lane; you get take round to the right and away from the M4 lanes. Yup, I did it again. Ten miles up and ten miles back to rejoin the M4.
Twenty unproductive minutes.
On the way back, not on the A303 after the last couple of debacles, I discovered why I once left the M5 and went through the interchange back on to the M5. It's when you're in the right hand lane; you get take round to the right and away from the M4 lanes. Yup, I did it again. Ten miles up and ten miles back to rejoin the M4.
Twenty unproductive minutes.
Ah, I thought Haldex was used elsewhere in VAG with old school Audi quattros using Torsen.
Interesting.
My thoughts were, my lovely 160,000 mile car with its speed quattro set up might share its bits and bobs with the more powerful A4s and would accommodate a more powerful engine when this one packs up. It won't happen for a while yet, if at all
Good to dream.
Interesting.
My thoughts were, my lovely 160,000 mile car with its speed quattro set up might share its bits and bobs with the more powerful A4s and would accommodate a more powerful engine when this one packs up. It won't happen for a while yet, if at all
Good to dream.
DickyC said:
Ah, I thought Haldex was used elsewhere in VAG with old school Audi quattros using Torsen.
Interesting.
My thoughts were, my lovely 160,000 mile car with its speed quattro set up might share its bits and bobs with the more powerful A4s and would accommodate a more powerful engine when this one packs up. It won't happen for a while yet, if at all Good to dream.
Dicky, Dicky, dicky. Interesting.
My thoughts were, my lovely 160,000 mile car with its speed quattro set up might share its bits and bobs with the more powerful A4s and would accommodate a more powerful engine when this one packs up. It won't happen for a while yet, if at all
Good to dream.Back when the world was fresh and shiny, and hair growing from ears a distant thought, it was the done thing to chuck a V6 into tour Escort, or a 2.5pi into a Herald, as a perfectly seemly route to little more grunt.
In this day and age, you'd be mental. For a faster A4, sell yours and buy one with the bigger engine. Anything else, save perhaps a map, is folly.
Phew, got the Times before they sold out, only a half delivery came in on the plane.
Talking of Salcombe, my mate was a crab fisherman from there. He was a good looking lad. So good looking, girls just used walk up to him, scribble their phone number onto his hand and kiss him.
He went out in Majorca one night and bought a white jumper. We got monumentally slaughtered that night and I found him slumped at the bottom of the steps down from the Plaza. He had managed to puke all over his new jumper. A girl wibbled over and dropped her card into his lap.
We picked 2 girls up in France and got a lift in their little R5. In the car park, the now topless birds were tasting a particularly fine portion of Fish while he had a kipp on the back seat. He rolled over and farted, they swooned and lost all interest in seafood.
He gave up yachting to go on tankers as he couldn't stand all the flim-flam.
His nickname was Dagger Dick but I'm beggered if I can recall his real name.
Talking of Salcombe, my mate was a crab fisherman from there. He was a good looking lad. So good looking, girls just used walk up to him, scribble their phone number onto his hand and kiss him.
He went out in Majorca one night and bought a white jumper. We got monumentally slaughtered that night and I found him slumped at the bottom of the steps down from the Plaza. He had managed to puke all over his new jumper. A girl wibbled over and dropped her card into his lap.
We picked 2 girls up in France and got a lift in their little R5. In the car park, the now topless birds were tasting a particularly fine portion of Fish while he had a kipp on the back seat. He rolled over and farted, they swooned and lost all interest in seafood.
He gave up yachting to go on tankers as he couldn't stand all the flim-flam.
His nickname was Dagger Dick but I'm beggered if I can recall his real name.
iva cosworth said:
I'm going out for luncheon in a bit,means I'd better shave and have
another wash.Madness.
Have a free pic whilst I'm out.
A pink camper van.
A camp van ?.....
With wwwwwaaaaaaahhhhhddddd wheels.another wash.Madness.
Have a free pic whilst I'm out.
A pink camper van.
A camp van ?.....
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