07 Nissan Skyline 350GT - old car Nazi buys MODERN motor
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So far I love it. It is basically a modern Jensen Interceptor that does everything that an Interceptor does, but is way better, safer, and a good deal greener. It really can do 25 MPG. It can also go ridiculously fast and it makes a cool sound. It does not handle as well as a Porsche or a Lotus would, but it handles well enough. It has Jaggy haunches. It has comedy Britishness such as a bad demister and a totes dodgy parking radar. This particular one seems well cared for and is unmarked. Its computer says that the car needs new brake pads soon. Three of the MEGAPHAT enormotyres are Dunlops, one is a Nexen. I will mortgage my Mum to buy a fourth Dunlop at, no doubt, a zillion quid a corner. The car has a very modern and groovy interior - no wood, all metal and alcantara and stitchy leather, but lots of light from OK sized windows. The cylindrical gear selector rises up from the console when you start the car. It has a stupidly complicated touch screen that has a zillion functions that I have not read up on yet. The seats and steering wheel are pointlessly heated. The 97-speaker sound system is BANGIN CHOONZE YO. Me likee!
Quiet, sombre organ music plays........
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the end of an era.......the end of a prolonged and often tumultuous love affair..........the sad demise of a life long obsession..........the death even, of a truly heart felt need, to cherish, protect, enjoy and embrace the more mature, nay, elderly vehicles, on our roads today, today it pains me to reveal that Breadvan72 has converted to the Darkside , or as more normal people would call it...........modern cars!!!!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the end of an era.......the end of a prolonged and often tumultuous love affair..........the sad demise of a life long obsession..........the death even, of a truly heart felt need, to cherish, protect, enjoy and embrace the more mature, nay, elderly vehicles, on our roads today, today it pains me to reveal that Breadvan72 has converted to the Darkside , or as more normal people would call it...........modern cars!!!!!!
:doffs hat, bows head:
It does look like various olde worlde escapades with dodgy barges has come to an end but I think these have a certain old world heft (and charm) to them possibly more so than the 350GT. Mine certainly feels closer to the 90's than the mid 2000's into which it was born and it's nice to see that things haven't changed with regards to parking sensors. When wet mine sounds like the Titanic sending out it's last morse code messages, though it still registers things with a slightly louder beep.
As for tyres if you keep clear of Pilot Sport 4s, which are very good in the wet but they aren't half noisy on anything other than billiard smooth roads, costs (and noise) aren't too bad, at least for my 20" alloys anyway.
It does look like various olde worlde escapades with dodgy barges has come to an end but I think these have a certain old world heft (and charm) to them possibly more so than the 350GT. Mine certainly feels closer to the 90's than the mid 2000's into which it was born and it's nice to see that things haven't changed with regards to parking sensors. When wet mine sounds like the Titanic sending out it's last morse code messages, though it still registers things with a slightly louder beep.
As for tyres if you keep clear of Pilot Sport 4s, which are very good in the wet but they aren't half noisy on anything other than billiard smooth roads, costs (and noise) aren't too bad, at least for my 20" alloys anyway.
Breadvan72 said:
Fear not, rust lovers! I still have some well skanky heaps from ye olden days. As for modern ish actual cars that actually work, I had also been smoking around in a 2005 Jag X Type 3 litre Estate for a bit in 2017 and 2018, but I gave it to an ex.
Don't you mean, "One of my many, many, many, ex's was buried in it to ensure there was absolutely no trace to find!!! 
GravelBen said:
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Or the earlier R30 Skyline sedan, not exactly sporty either.
I think the perception of sportiness is mostly because a lot of people in the USA and Europe were first introduced to Skylines via Gran Turismo etc, and people didn't bother importing the less interesting ones there.
I had one of these for a while when I lived in SA.Or the earlier R30 Skyline sedan, not exactly sporty either.
I think the perception of sportiness is mostly because a lot of people in the USA and Europe were first introduced to Skylines via Gran Turismo etc, and people didn't bother importing the less interesting ones there.
It was blessed with a 1.8 4cyl engine. Very comfy on long journeys though (of which I did a few over there).
I even towed my MK II Escort (with an "A" frame) from Johannesburg to East London (SA) ~ 1100km with it once!
Obligatory picture - and yes, the dogs travelled the full distance like that too.
Nissan News: With just one month to go at the outpost, I'm short, dudes, so no volunteering for patrols . Four and a bit more weeks and sin loi, mofos.
Thus I have sold the car for a cheap deal to the receptionist at my office, discounting the price (1) because of the mahoosive dents that might cost 1000 to 2000 USD to fix, and (2) because she is low paid, and dependent for transport for her child on her abusive ex, so the car will help her to have less to do with him.
I am hooning the car like a loon in the meantime, but notice that the three dire cheapo tyres, and the low tread on the one remaining good tyre, are making it a bit wahoo in corners. It still flies up the steep hills, however. I shall give it a wash and clear the dead Russians from the boot before handover on 31 March.
I wanted to SORN the Jag, but the dealer has not updated DVLA (he denies this, I don't believe him).
In other news, for reasons of pure sentiment, to do with my late father, I am contemplating the purchase of a Princess. Don't @ me! My dad's company Princess (he was working for Michael Edwardes in BL at the time) was in fact a comfortable, smooth, and reliable motor. In it I went to and from my university entrance interview, and on the way back from the interview heard the news of John Lennon's murder. The car also took me to start at university the following October. So, as I say, don't @ me!
Thus I have sold the car for a cheap deal to the receptionist at my office, discounting the price (1) because of the mahoosive dents that might cost 1000 to 2000 USD to fix, and (2) because she is low paid, and dependent for transport for her child on her abusive ex, so the car will help her to have less to do with him.
I am hooning the car like a loon in the meantime, but notice that the three dire cheapo tyres, and the low tread on the one remaining good tyre, are making it a bit wahoo in corners. It still flies up the steep hills, however. I shall give it a wash and clear the dead Russians from the boot before handover on 31 March.
I wanted to SORN the Jag, but the dealer has not updated DVLA (he denies this, I don't believe him).
In other news, for reasons of pure sentiment, to do with my late father, I am contemplating the purchase of a Princess. Don't @ me! My dad's company Princess (he was working for Michael Edwardes in BL at the time) was in fact a comfortable, smooth, and reliable motor. In it I went to and from my university entrance interview, and on the way back from the interview heard the news of John Lennon's murder. The car also took me to start at university the following October. So, as I say, don't @ me!
My dad's Princess dealt well with vast snows when driving me back for my second term at university in January 1982. My Dad stayed the night in my as yet not arrived room mate's bunk, because the conditions were too harsh for the drive home, and in the morning my Dad finally believed my tales of a half centimetre thick layer of ice on the mirror over the washbasin (imagine a set of three quite large, very drafty old rooms "heated" by a single tiny electric bar heater, on which it was expressly and strictly forbidden by Order of the Dean to make toast using a twisted wire coat hanger as a grill rack*).
Returning to College again after Easter that year, I recall my dad being justifiably annoyed as I started the drive from home very hung over, and somewhere near Warwick I vomited extravagantly out of the front passenger window, but the carroty plume blew back in through the open rear window. Yuk.
I shall email the vendor of the Princess. I might even put a deposit down on it.
* Toast was made by this method approximately 50 times each day, in every student room - it is astonishing that the place, which had a lot of old dry wood in its structure, and wood panels in the rooms, never burned down.
Returning to College again after Easter that year, I recall my dad being justifiably annoyed as I started the drive from home very hung over, and somewhere near Warwick I vomited extravagantly out of the front passenger window, but the carroty plume blew back in through the open rear window. Yuk.
I shall email the vendor of the Princess. I might even put a deposit down on it.
* Toast was made by this method approximately 50 times each day, in every student room - it is astonishing that the place, which had a lot of old dry wood in its structure, and wood panels in the rooms, never burned down.
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