What has your "friend" been up to?
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996TT02 said:
My friend once dragged a BMW 700cc car with a Landrover through town, on it's roof, on its way to scrappie, 2 miles away.
My friend did this quite a long time ago.
He thinks it may not be so straightforward nowadays. Friction ain't what it used to be, or other reasons, perhaps.
That's either utterly mad or a genius solution and I cannot work out which one.My friend did this quite a long time ago.
He thinks it may not be so straightforward nowadays. Friction ain't what it used to be, or other reasons, perhaps.
My friend decided to do a reverse turn in the town car park because it looks cool. After doing the reverse there is an almighty clunk on the passengers door. Thinking in order of some child, woman, man, dog, prize car lying in a pool of blood the poor victim turned out to be the ticket machine.
Yup sod all in the carpark except the ticket machine splat bang (literally!) in the middle.
Cue friend sneaking home muttering and moaning about the cost of repair.
The bent pole of the machine was there for years and everytime the comment of "Wonder what t
t did that"? came up, friend went very quiet.Same friend was also caught by the police for wheel spinning out of the junctions all around the town. Friend was doing this because as we know your first car has 1000hp and the world needs to be shown this massive power.
Friend may have told policeman that the wheel spinning was in fact a slipping fan belt. And to prove this (plus get out of a bking) turned on every electrical item on the car including head lights, driving lights, fog lights, rear heater for a few minutes to kill battery before starting and revving it to a sound of squealing and burning fan belt rubber.
Friend may have told policeman that the wheel spinning was in fact a slipping fan belt. And to prove this (plus get out of a b
king) turned on every electrical item on the car including head lights, driving lights, fog lights, rear heater for a few minutes to kill battery before starting and revving it to a sound of squealing and burning fan belt rubber.Breadvan72 said:
This dude's "friend" has been getting it right:-
https://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
This is a particularly excellent example of what someone's friend has been doing lately!https://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
My friend was changing the steering wheel in his car for a nice newly trimmed one.
Deciding that he knew better than the folk on the owners club forums, he didn't leave the retaining nut on a few threads before he started to pull on the wheel with all of his 10-stone mass to remove the wheel from the shaft.
The wheel finally came free and my friend has 2 broken ribs.
Deciding that he knew better than the folk on the owners club forums, he didn't leave the retaining nut on a few threads before he started to pull on the wheel with all of his 10-stone mass to remove the wheel from the shaft.
The wheel finally came free and my friend has 2 broken ribs.
A few years ago my friend had a Volvo S60 that tried to kill him, while 'parked'.
He got home late one evening. It was dark. Sub zero temperatures. Ice on the ground. His drive is quite long and on a relatively gentle slope.
He sat in the car for a minute or two, listening to the end of a radio interview. Then he picked up his mobile from the passenger seat and exited the car.
What he didn't consider was that he'd been holding the car on the foot brake and hadn't engaged the handbrake. As soon as he took his foot off the brake, the car started rolling backwards, albeit imperceptibly. He put one foot on the drive, which was (as mentioned) rather icy. His foot slipped and he fell out of the car.
So he now has left leg in the car, right leg under the car door. The car's rolling backwards, although still quite slowly. He tries to get back into the car to get to the handbrake, but the ground is too icy and he can't... quite... reach. The car picks up pace... he's being swept along by the car door towards the brick gate pillar. Frankly, he starts to get a bit worried. He tries to stop the car but he's a bit out of shape and everything is so damn slippery. He tries to get out from underneath the door, but just succeeds in lining himself up nicely with the pillar.
He reaches the pillar. It's in the middle of his back. He pushes on the door as hard as he can to stop the car before he's crushed. But it's a very heavy car. It's also the very edge of the door... with a pointy bottom corner, now right in front of his chest. He realises he's a bit fked. The car stops with him sandwiched firmly between the pillar and the bottom edge of the door, the weight of the car pushing the pointy bit into his chest. He tries to move the car but it doesn't budge. He feels around in the dark for his phone but he's dropped it somewhere along the drive. He knows his wife and kids are home. He starts shouting his wife's name, but not too loud because he doesn't want the neighbours to hear (interesting logic).
After what seems like ages the front door opens. His wife's standing in the door, peering out into the dark. She'd heard the car pull onto the drive and wondered why he hadn't gone into the house. She calls his name... let's call him... um... "Nick?"
"Are you there?"
"I'm down here!"
"What are you doing?"
"Down here. Could you give me a hand?"
"Where?"
"Under the car"
"WHAT?"
"I fell. Would you try to push it off me?"
"fkING HELL! What happened?"
"Would you just try to push it, so I can get out?"
"Oh. Yes. Are you OK?"
"Tip Top. Please... just push it"
She manages to move the car enough for him to extricate himself, then they both push the car back onto the drive so it's not hanging out onto the road. He finds his phone... he could probably have reached it, if he could see it. The screen's smashed. Obviously.
The door stay is broken, having bent way past where it should. There's a cracking dent in the front wing caused by the over-opened door. His chest doesn't feel too bad. He explains what happened, assures the kids he's OK, has a "couple" of drinks and goes to bed.
Next day his chest is absolute agony. He gets an x-ray. Explaining how it happened is almost as bad as the accident itself. Net result... three cracked ribs and a massively bruised ego.
It's pretty funny looking back, but in retrospect if he'd been positioned slightly differently it could have ended very badly.
He got home late one evening. It was dark. Sub zero temperatures. Ice on the ground. His drive is quite long and on a relatively gentle slope.
He sat in the car for a minute or two, listening to the end of a radio interview. Then he picked up his mobile from the passenger seat and exited the car.
What he didn't consider was that he'd been holding the car on the foot brake and hadn't engaged the handbrake. As soon as he took his foot off the brake, the car started rolling backwards, albeit imperceptibly. He put one foot on the drive, which was (as mentioned) rather icy. His foot slipped and he fell out of the car.
So he now has left leg in the car, right leg under the car door. The car's rolling backwards, although still quite slowly. He tries to get back into the car to get to the handbrake, but the ground is too icy and he can't... quite... reach. The car picks up pace... he's being swept along by the car door towards the brick gate pillar. Frankly, he starts to get a bit worried. He tries to stop the car but he's a bit out of shape and everything is so damn slippery. He tries to get out from underneath the door, but just succeeds in lining himself up nicely with the pillar.
He reaches the pillar. It's in the middle of his back. He pushes on the door as hard as he can to stop the car before he's crushed. But it's a very heavy car. It's also the very edge of the door... with a pointy bottom corner, now right in front of his chest. He realises he's a bit f
ked. The car stops with him sandwiched firmly between the pillar and the bottom edge of the door, the weight of the car pushing the pointy bit into his chest. He tries to move the car but it doesn't budge. He feels around in the dark for his phone but he's dropped it somewhere along the drive. He knows his wife and kids are home. He starts shouting his wife's name, but not too loud because he doesn't want the neighbours to hear (interesting logic).After what seems like ages the front door opens. His wife's standing in the door, peering out into the dark. She'd heard the car pull onto the drive and wondered why he hadn't gone into the house. She calls his name... let's call him... um... "Nick?"
"Are you there?"
"I'm down here!"
"What are you doing?"
"Down here. Could you give me a hand?"
"Where?"
"Under the car"
"WHAT?"
"I fell. Would you try to push it off me?"
"f
kING HELL! What happened?""Would you just try to push it, so I can get out?"
"Oh. Yes. Are you OK?"
"Tip Top. Please... just push it"
She manages to move the car enough for him to extricate himself, then they both push the car back onto the drive so it's not hanging out onto the road. He finds his phone... he could probably have reached it, if he could see it. The screen's smashed. Obviously.
The door stay is broken, having bent way past where it should. There's a cracking dent in the front wing caused by the over-opened door. His chest doesn't feel too bad. He explains what happened, assures the kids he's OK, has a "couple" of drinks and goes to bed.
Next day his chest is absolute agony. He gets an x-ray. Explaining how it happened is almost as bad as the accident itself. Net result... three cracked ribs and a massively bruised ego.
It's pretty funny looking back, but in retrospect if he'd been positioned slightly differently it could have ended very badly.
Breadvan72 said:
My friend, who is still feeling quite unwell after his recent drink-related exploits, has just put a deposit on a very questionable vehicle. It is very old, very British, and is the sort of vehicle in which it is quite common to fall asleep, drunk or otherwise. He is going to go and see it tomorrow.
The same friend first viewed and then bought the above mentioned vehicle. It's a 1981 Morris Sherpa Autosleeper campervan propelled by a two litre O Series engine attached to a four speed gearbox. It overtakes lorries, inside lane dawdlers, and, most pleasingly, all known VW T2s (it cost about the tenth of what some T2s cost, and unlike a T2, has some room inside). Note the word "van". On the way back from collecting the van in Taunton, my friend stopped off near Bristol and loaded up a Honda CG125 CDI that he had bought on a whim on eBay. The journey home was slow, but uneventful, but on arriving home my friend entered into some discussions with his wife. Those discussions are still occurring, two days later. Still, at least my friend got to go for the paper on his mighty moto, which will do 60 mph on a gentle incline.My friend's main problem at present is that his Quasimodo the hunchback falling-off jacket clashes with the bike:-
Breadvan72 said:
The journey home was slow, but uneventful, but on arriving home my friend entered into some discussions with his wife. Those discussions are still occurring, two days later.
Are the discussions revolving about your friend's exquisite taste for aged machinery, and maybe her giving suggestions for what he should buy next?Edited by BigMon on Sunday 30th April 19:27
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