A parent's worst nightmare
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It’s a parent’s worst nightmare. We spend their formative years teaching our kids right from wrong, building their character and instilling a sense of honesty and moral values when trying to prepare them for the big bad world. Eventually they will come across the more unsavoury side of life and they have to make their own choices, choose there own path.
Having done this with my kids I thought I’d share with you the tail of Oliver (jumplead) my son. I blame myself; I should have seen the tell tail signs. It started with him going out to meet “friends” and coming home in the early hours. His mood changed, he became restless, the meets more frequent. He buried himself in his room on his computer. I now know he was looking for supplies. His so called “friends” had introduced him to the darker side of life. I thought he was strong willed and could resist temptation but eventually when you’re exposed to this stuff I guess you just have to have a go and then you’re hooked.
I cannot say for sure when that happened but he is now too far down the road to be saved. He’s thousands in debt. I’ve pleaded with him, I’ve told him he will soon be mugging old ladies to pay for his next “fix” but he would not listen.
Yep you’ve guessed it. He’s just brought himself a TVR
So are there any other parents out there who have had similar experiences who could share a few words of wisdom and advice. What do I do? Kick him out, never to darken the doorstep again? Hide him from friends and relative or face the shame head on?
Seriously though well done on your purchase you are now a true petrol head…..
Having done this with my kids I thought I’d share with you the tail of Oliver (jumplead) my son. I blame myself; I should have seen the tell tail signs. It started with him going out to meet “friends” and coming home in the early hours. His mood changed, he became restless, the meets more frequent. He buried himself in his room on his computer. I now know he was looking for supplies. His so called “friends” had introduced him to the darker side of life. I thought he was strong willed and could resist temptation but eventually when you’re exposed to this stuff I guess you just have to have a go and then you’re hooked.
I cannot say for sure when that happened but he is now too far down the road to be saved. He’s thousands in debt. I’ve pleaded with him, I’ve told him he will soon be mugging old ladies to pay for his next “fix” but he would not listen.
Yep you’ve guessed it. He’s just brought himself a TVR
So are there any other parents out there who have had similar experiences who could share a few words of wisdom and advice. What do I do? Kick him out, never to darken the doorstep again? Hide him from friends and relative or face the shame head on?
Seriously though well done on your purchase you are now a true petrol head…..
Edited by silentmonkey on Tuesday 16th October 20:02
Well written silentmonkey! I would echo Benno's words though, TVRs are not known for their forgiving nature and I personally know of two people that thought they could drive it on the limit with their current skills - sadly neither of them have their TVR now as they are on the scrap heap somewhere after huge accidents.
Not putting TVRs down, they are no doubt great cars but you HAVE to respect them.
When I first saw this thread I thought, oh no not another dad joke. 
Thanks, didn't want your V8 to feel lonely anymore really thats all
I blame the guy who drove past me in a Cerbera when I was walking to school 11 years ago on the TVR bug. Told myself i'd own one sooner or later.
Already looking into it, I know full well these cars can bite, and i don't fancy ending up sending it or myself to the gassing station in the sky any time soon so will be taking it easy for a while.
Thanks, didn't want your V8 to feel lonely anymore really thats all
I blame the guy who drove past me in a Cerbera when I was walking to school 11 years ago on the TVR bug. Told myself i'd own one sooner or later.
biglump said:
What TVR has he bought?
Chimaera 400moosepig said:
900T-R said:
Buy him a Ride Drive course. 
Edited by jumplead on Tuesday 16th October 14:17
Edited by jumplead on Tuesday 16th October 14:17
bennno said:
looks very nice condition, is that from Henley?
how much is a good Chimera nowdays?
It is from Henley, it's by far in the best nick of all the 13 I went to see. Its a older style one on a N plate and was less than £10k, they had some newer ones also in good nick between £13k-£17khow much is a good Chimera nowdays?
Mine was a Dodge Charger at a show! The guy had unbolted the exhausts and he just let it idle away
Been hooked on V8's ever since. Want to echo the comments of others though, I had a 351 Cleveland engined Mustang at
21 and restraint was'nt one of my strong points either. Hope he enjoys!
They say when you buy a TVR (ex TVR owner spreaking here) that you will never look backwards. Thats not true, I kept spining mine and ended up looking where I had come from on many occasions. I hope he keeps safe. I would recommend a good drivers skills course.
Seriously though, most accidents in TVR's are when drivers change down too soon and lock up the back end. Most TVR's get rear ended into crash barriers.
Seriously though, most accidents in TVR's are when drivers change down too soon and lock up the back end. Most TVR's get rear ended into crash barriers.
One of my formative experiences of Petroldom was, in fact, silentmonkeys fault 
As a bit of background, I've been Ollie (jumplead)'s friend since we both turned up all spotty and odd looking at the big Secondary school.
During the last part of my first year at Secondary school (oh God, that's a lot of tenses), I took part in a school day trip to France. Yes, you read that right, day trip. It necessitated getting up at about 4 in the morning, and meeting the coach in the school car park. So there I was - the stillness of the morning still unfussed by the 70mph Milton Keynes traffic - when I hear a sound carried far on the wind.
".........barrrrppp........"
The sound of an engine approaching.
".....bbbarrrrrrrRRRPPPPPPPPPP......."
Closer still, the noise peaking between roundabouts. Birds flew from the trees, and slowly more people were wondering what on earth this ungodly noise was.
"BAAAARRRPPPPPPPP *POW* BARRRPPPPP"
And into the car park of our school, swings a silver Vauxhall Calibra 4x4 Turbo, twin tail pipes kicked up at the back spitting unnatural noise into the cool quiet morning. As the pilot, silentmonkey rounded the small hillock of roundabout into the school car park, the door opened and a 13 year old jumplead was foisted into the crowd of gawping teenage youths, and took up a suitably reverential position beside me.
A small packed lunch was thrown out after him, the red-top Calibra engine making more noise than the coach even just ticking over. With that, silentmonkey sped back into the dewy dawn, presumably to catch a few more hours sleep before having to do some real, non-ferry-ride related work.
We all listened hard, and I swear we heard his entire trip back to his house a couple of miles away
Kudos to you both, and long may I continue to steal rides to the pub in the back of your shiny shiny V8's
As a bit of background, I've been Ollie (jumplead)'s friend since we both turned up all spotty and odd looking at the big Secondary school.
During the last part of my first year at Secondary school (oh God, that's a lot of tenses), I took part in a school day trip to France. Yes, you read that right, day trip. It necessitated getting up at about 4 in the morning, and meeting the coach in the school car park. So there I was - the stillness of the morning still unfussed by the 70mph Milton Keynes traffic - when I hear a sound carried far on the wind.
".........barrrrppp........"
The sound of an engine approaching.
".....bbbarrrrrrrRRRPPPPPPPPPP......."
Closer still, the noise peaking between roundabouts. Birds flew from the trees, and slowly more people were wondering what on earth this ungodly noise was.
"BAAAARRRPPPPPPPP *POW* BARRRPPPPP"
And into the car park of our school, swings a silver Vauxhall Calibra 4x4 Turbo, twin tail pipes kicked up at the back spitting unnatural noise into the cool quiet morning. As the pilot, silentmonkey rounded the small hillock of roundabout into the school car park, the door opened and a 13 year old jumplead was foisted into the crowd of gawping teenage youths, and took up a suitably reverential position beside me.
A small packed lunch was thrown out after him, the red-top Calibra engine making more noise than the coach even just ticking over. With that, silentmonkey sped back into the dewy dawn, presumably to catch a few more hours sleep before having to do some real, non-ferry-ride related work.
We all listened hard, and I swear we heard his entire trip back to his house a couple of miles away
Kudos to you both, and long may I continue to steal rides to the pub in the back of your shiny shiny V8's
Graebob said:
One of my formative experiences of Petroldom was, in fact, silentmonkeys fault
As a bit of background, I've been Ollie (jumplead)'s friend since we both turned up all spotty and odd looking at the big Secondary school.
During the last part of my first year at Secondary school (oh God, that's a lot of tenses), I took part in a school day trip to France. Yes, you read that right, day trip. It necessitated getting up at about 4 in the morning, and meeting the coach in the school car park. So there I was - the stillness of the morning still unfussed by the 70mph Milton Keynes traffic - when I hear a sound carried far on the wind.
".........barrrrppp........"
The sound of an engine approaching.
".....bbbarrrrrrrRRRPPPPPPPPPP......."
Closer still, the noise peaking between roundabouts. Birds flew from the trees, and slowly more people were wondering what on earth this ungodly noise was.
"BAAAARRRPPPPPPPP *POW* BARRRPPPPP"
And into the car park of our school, swings a silver Vauxhall Calibra 4x4 Turbo, twin tail pipes kicked up at the back spitting unnatural noise into the cool quiet morning. As the pilot, silentmonkey rounded the small hillock of roundabout into the school car park, the door opened and a 13 year old jumplead was foisted into the crowd of gawping teenage youths, and took up a suitably reverential position beside me.
A small packed lunch was thrown out after him, the red-top Calibra engine making more noise than the coach even just ticking over. With that, silentmonkey sped back into the dewy dawn, presumably to catch a few more hours sleep before having to do some real, non-ferry-ride related work.
We all listened hard, and I swear we heard his entire trip back to his house a couple of miles away
Kudos to you both, and long may I continue to steal rides to the pub in the back of your shiny shiny V8's
so how did it get knicked without hearing it??As a bit of background, I've been Ollie (jumplead)'s friend since we both turned up all spotty and odd looking at the big Secondary school.
During the last part of my first year at Secondary school (oh God, that's a lot of tenses), I took part in a school day trip to France. Yes, you read that right, day trip. It necessitated getting up at about 4 in the morning, and meeting the coach in the school car park. So there I was - the stillness of the morning still unfussed by the 70mph Milton Keynes traffic - when I hear a sound carried far on the wind.
".........barrrrppp........"
The sound of an engine approaching.
".....bbbarrrrrrrRRRPPPPPPPPPP......."
Closer still, the noise peaking between roundabouts. Birds flew from the trees, and slowly more people were wondering what on earth this ungodly noise was.
"BAAAARRRPPPPPPPP *POW* BARRRPPPPP"
And into the car park of our school, swings a silver Vauxhall Calibra 4x4 Turbo, twin tail pipes kicked up at the back spitting unnatural noise into the cool quiet morning. As the pilot, silentmonkey rounded the small hillock of roundabout into the school car park, the door opened and a 13 year old jumplead was foisted into the crowd of gawping teenage youths, and took up a suitably reverential position beside me.
A small packed lunch was thrown out after him, the red-top Calibra engine making more noise than the coach even just ticking over. With that, silentmonkey sped back into the dewy dawn, presumably to catch a few more hours sleep before having to do some real, non-ferry-ride related work.
We all listened hard, and I swear we heard his entire trip back to his house a couple of miles away
Kudos to you both, and long may I continue to steal rides to the pub in the back of your shiny shiny V8's
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