Ponder this...
"All is as it should be"
"Everything that is currently in your experience - you attracted"
These are teachings that I have been studying of late. All is of course as it should be - because there it is. Should it have been otherwise - it would have been. Pretty simple really - but you can apply it any way you wish.
Have I attracted this current experience.?
Lets see where I was now.
I was apprehensive about attempting the Haast Pass with nightfall approaching.
I did not want to be going home - and tomorrow was our last day.
I was telling Sue about what an inattentive driver my old stepfather had been.
The words had barely left my lips when the rock appeared. Ask Sue.
Did I attract this.?
Yep.
Reckon I did.
There is a lesson here, and good will come of it.
Who will we meet now.?
What was the purpose of our delay in this place.?
After my initial horror at the unfolding of this event - I was beginning to wonder what lay ahead, and even imagine how well things might turn out.
The world appears as you intend to see it.
The Road Trip.
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Re: The Road Trip.
I've never thought of it in such philosophical terms but I've found myself stranded in a few situations in the past and somehow always managed to come out of it OK. That was either by meeting 'the right person at the right time' or by willing the car on to the destination...
I ran out of petrol a few years back on my way back from the Nurburgring to Berlin where I was living at the time. I had 'slightly misjudged' the fuel consumption at autobahn speeds and was trying to get to a petrol station I knew had super unleaded which the Alfa demands but ran out of go-go juice around 2 or 3 km's from the station... :roll: Once I got out of the car to sit on the armco to decide what to do, I find that there was an ADAC recovery driver sitting on a side road at the bottom of the embankment having a smoke break so I went to have a chat in my (very poor) german and his much better english..
He agreed to go and get a gallon of juice for me at a reasonable price and all was well. Thoroughly nice bloke too.
Great weekend that was though, drove 450 miles from Berlin to Nurburg, did around 200 miles on the track, drove back to Berlin in one weekend. By chance it happened to be a 'Ferrari days' weekend too so there was lots of tasty machinery around to embarass because most of them were afraid of the corners..
One other highlight on the way back was being in the outside lane of the first re-restricted section of autobahn just north of Bonn having just achieved v-max in the alfa at around 135mph when I saw very bright lights in the mirror. Pulled into the centre lane maintaining speed and was passed by a Lamborghini Murcelago being chased by a Ferrari 575 both doing in my estimation just shy of 200mph because they passed me like I was standing still. :shock: All perfectly legal - what a great place. :twisted:
I ran out of petrol a few years back on my way back from the Nurburgring to Berlin where I was living at the time. I had 'slightly misjudged' the fuel consumption at autobahn speeds and was trying to get to a petrol station I knew had super unleaded which the Alfa demands but ran out of go-go juice around 2 or 3 km's from the station... :roll: Once I got out of the car to sit on the armco to decide what to do, I find that there was an ADAC recovery driver sitting on a side road at the bottom of the embankment having a smoke break so I went to have a chat in my (very poor) german and his much better english..
He agreed to go and get a gallon of juice for me at a reasonable price and all was well. Thoroughly nice bloke too.Great weekend that was though, drove 450 miles from Berlin to Nurburg, did around 200 miles on the track, drove back to Berlin in one weekend. By chance it happened to be a 'Ferrari days' weekend too so there was lots of tasty machinery around to embarass because most of them were afraid of the corners..
One other highlight on the way back was being in the outside lane of the first re-restricted section of autobahn just north of Bonn having just achieved v-max in the alfa at around 135mph when I saw very bright lights in the mirror. Pulled into the centre lane maintaining speed and was passed by a Lamborghini Murcelago being chased by a Ferrari 575 both doing in my estimation just shy of 200mph because they passed me like I was standing still. :shock: All perfectly legal - what a great place. :twisted:1974 White 1.3 Super Coupe, lots of Alfas....
Re: The Road Trip.
I jacked the car up and cast an eye over the damage.
The rock had been the size of a small brick. It had been side-on to us, and was of a light brown-yellow colour - virtually invisible in the afternoon sun. It had gone under the right side of the car where it almost immediately came into contact with the sump guard.
This sturdy piece of steel had deftly deflected it and rolled it further aft, where it had come up directly underneath the filler pipe to the auto – and in a trice had neatly removed that, plus the boss it bolts into, leaving a hole directly into the pan.
Unfortunately, it had also modified a small section of the flanged edge of the pan, and appeared to have smashed a portion of the alloy housing above it.
The pieces of pipe I recovered from the road were intact enough to reattach, and the boss was still there – but obviously this would necessitate welding or brazing.
We were not going anywhere without being towed it would seem.
The best thing about accepting circumstances as they are, means you are free to explore the possibilities without agonizing over the hows, whys and wherefores.
One of us should stay with the car, and one should go to find help.
The help needs to consist of a. towing, b. welding.
We agreed that it was best for me to stay out here, so Sue flagged down an approaching car, and the driver was happy to give her a lift to Hawea – the nearest town.
When they left, I moved the jack to the rear of the car, and prepared to undo the rear of the propshaft. I’m not sure whether the warnings about towing autos any distance carry weight, but why risk it.
I wear glasses when working in bad light or at close quarters. This morning when I took my glasses from my side pocket, they were snapped in half. It was sort of amusing trying to prop one half of them on my nose while lying under the car, and I soon gave up on it and did it by Braille. The other ‘interesting’ thing, was that once in the shadow of the car, I began to be attacked by sandflies. This would not be a comfortable place after sunset.
Job done, I had time to contemplate.
Regardless of circumstance, there are always good and bad ways to view things. I do not dwell on the negatives, as they only slow me down. What a stroke of luck that we did not hit the rock up the pass in the dark.! Cool we have only broken down – not had an accident after hitting ice. We are both fit and well and having a new adventure. There is food in the car, and probably bourbon. This is starting to sound pretty cool.
Several vehicles stopped to see if they could assist. One chap in a 4wd offered a tow, but neither of us had rope. An old chap in a van asked “Are you in a spot of bother?â€
I roared with laughter and agreed you could say that, and he said he would give a lift to any blonde with a green windbreaker that he came across. No doubt.
Shortly after he left, a tow truck appeared with Sue as passenger. Looks like I didn’t need to remove the propshaft after all.
Alex the owner/driver carefully winched me aboard, and fastened the beast securely.
It was roughly 2 hours since we had encountered the ‘new plan’ – pretty amazing for out here.
We drove back past Hawea yet again today, and to Alex workshop on the outskirts of Wanaka. He offered to put the car on the hoist immediately and see what could be done, so just as the sun prepared to bugger off, we were under cover.
I donned my overalls - never go anywhere without them - and the car rolled all the way into the shed and over the hoist.
It was soon dark, and very cold working in the open shed, but mechanicals were the main concern. I soon had the pan off, and Alex was happy he could braze the pipe back on successfully. He did not know what we could do with the 1 inch hole in the side of the transmission. Leave that to me I said.
I found a stepladder and fossicked on the floor of the car. Found it. A small piece of "Knead-it". I knew this would come in handy. I used some cleaning agent to clean the edges of the break, and the small piece of alloy that had been saved because one of the pan bolts had been in it. I was able to get the piece to fit in the gap quite well, but the flange on the bottom had been bent upwards slightly with the impact. No problem - as long as the case is intact, we can add extra sealant to the pan when we fit it. Hoping this stuff would still function, I spent some time working it into a paste, then ran a bead of it around the edges of the gap, pressed the bit of the jigsaw into place, and used most of the rest to cover the outside of the entire area. A slight smear on the inside too - but I wouldn't want bits coming off inside the auto. It was so cold I doubted it would harden up, so we found a hot air gun, and Sue and I took turns to alternately warm the auto and our hands. On the hour, I found I could no longer sink my thumbnail into the paste, so I tried filing the surface. Solid as a rock - hopefully more so.! It took a while to smooth the bottom surface so the pan would seal against it, but I was so pleased that it was going to work, I did not mind at all..
Even though the edge was still raised slightly, the repair should be oiltight, and I had not been able to detect any damage to the internals of the auto.
Alex was still not happy with the pan, so I refitted the propshaft while he did a bit of panelbeating. I guess it was about 2 hours in total by the time we fitted the pan with a generous bead of high temp silicon sealant - the cork gasket had been destroyed by the impact damage. We had a look at his computer setup while waiting for the sealant to harden a bit. Alex had a computer on a trolley in the middle of the workshop. He had opened a service manual that listed the torque settings for the fitting of the auto pan on a Marina 1700. Then - courtesy of wireless internet - he went to a site called 'carjam.org', typed in my rego number - and up came our car.! "Your warrant expires next week.." Jeez. I was astounded. Anyone can look up any car in the country by the rego number. The only details missing were the owners name and contact - and for $12 they would be supplied. Very handy for mechanics - but open to abuse by the rest. Must use it to check any potential trademe buys in future.!
We added 3 litres of fluid to the auto and waited. Not a drop. Ran the engine and tried all the gears. All present and correct, and still not a drop. Wow. Don't think its ever been that dry around the auto.
Back on the ground, and we cleaned up. We were prepared for quite a large invoice - but whatever it would be - it was great. In fact, it was less than half what I estimated, and I even offered to pay more, but Alex was insistent that I had done most of the work, and only charged me for the tow, the fluid, and half an hours labour. What kindness. I have no doubt that people tend to think you are of more limited means when you drive an older car - if we were in this years BMW, things could have been quite different. Alex recovers 5 cars a week that have hit rocks - as the freezing temps split them off cliff faces, and then the sun thaws the ice and they drop on the highway. If we had been in a modern car, we would most likely have been staying a week while a new auto was shipped in he said - only older vehicles left the same day.
More positives then.
We thanked the man and headed into the night. Almost immediately I could feel that the auto was not happy, delaying changes and labouring somewhat. We drove towards town until we found a petrol station, and I bought another litre of fluid. Solved.! Grinning, we took the road to Hawea yet again. Alex had noticed a sign at the Hawea pub offering cheap rooms - so there we went. Obviously the universe was wanting us to stop at Hawea.! Besides the cheap clean room, we got a huge meal 5 minutes before the kitchen closed, and they even offered us a free dessert - but we were too stuffed to accept.
We parked the car below our window and hit the sack, laughing over and over at how everything had just come together.
I still had 1/4" of knead-it left.....
..
The rock had been the size of a small brick. It had been side-on to us, and was of a light brown-yellow colour - virtually invisible in the afternoon sun. It had gone under the right side of the car where it almost immediately came into contact with the sump guard.
This sturdy piece of steel had deftly deflected it and rolled it further aft, where it had come up directly underneath the filler pipe to the auto – and in a trice had neatly removed that, plus the boss it bolts into, leaving a hole directly into the pan.
Unfortunately, it had also modified a small section of the flanged edge of the pan, and appeared to have smashed a portion of the alloy housing above it.
The pieces of pipe I recovered from the road were intact enough to reattach, and the boss was still there – but obviously this would necessitate welding or brazing.
We were not going anywhere without being towed it would seem.
The best thing about accepting circumstances as they are, means you are free to explore the possibilities without agonizing over the hows, whys and wherefores.
One of us should stay with the car, and one should go to find help.
The help needs to consist of a. towing, b. welding.
We agreed that it was best for me to stay out here, so Sue flagged down an approaching car, and the driver was happy to give her a lift to Hawea – the nearest town.
When they left, I moved the jack to the rear of the car, and prepared to undo the rear of the propshaft. I’m not sure whether the warnings about towing autos any distance carry weight, but why risk it.
I wear glasses when working in bad light or at close quarters. This morning when I took my glasses from my side pocket, they were snapped in half. It was sort of amusing trying to prop one half of them on my nose while lying under the car, and I soon gave up on it and did it by Braille. The other ‘interesting’ thing, was that once in the shadow of the car, I began to be attacked by sandflies. This would not be a comfortable place after sunset.
Job done, I had time to contemplate.
Regardless of circumstance, there are always good and bad ways to view things. I do not dwell on the negatives, as they only slow me down. What a stroke of luck that we did not hit the rock up the pass in the dark.! Cool we have only broken down – not had an accident after hitting ice. We are both fit and well and having a new adventure. There is food in the car, and probably bourbon. This is starting to sound pretty cool.
Several vehicles stopped to see if they could assist. One chap in a 4wd offered a tow, but neither of us had rope. An old chap in a van asked “Are you in a spot of bother?â€
I roared with laughter and agreed you could say that, and he said he would give a lift to any blonde with a green windbreaker that he came across. No doubt.
Shortly after he left, a tow truck appeared with Sue as passenger. Looks like I didn’t need to remove the propshaft after all.
Alex the owner/driver carefully winched me aboard, and fastened the beast securely.
It was roughly 2 hours since we had encountered the ‘new plan’ – pretty amazing for out here.
We drove back past Hawea yet again today, and to Alex workshop on the outskirts of Wanaka. He offered to put the car on the hoist immediately and see what could be done, so just as the sun prepared to bugger off, we were under cover.
I donned my overalls - never go anywhere without them - and the car rolled all the way into the shed and over the hoist.
It was soon dark, and very cold working in the open shed, but mechanicals were the main concern. I soon had the pan off, and Alex was happy he could braze the pipe back on successfully. He did not know what we could do with the 1 inch hole in the side of the transmission. Leave that to me I said.
I found a stepladder and fossicked on the floor of the car. Found it. A small piece of "Knead-it". I knew this would come in handy. I used some cleaning agent to clean the edges of the break, and the small piece of alloy that had been saved because one of the pan bolts had been in it. I was able to get the piece to fit in the gap quite well, but the flange on the bottom had been bent upwards slightly with the impact. No problem - as long as the case is intact, we can add extra sealant to the pan when we fit it. Hoping this stuff would still function, I spent some time working it into a paste, then ran a bead of it around the edges of the gap, pressed the bit of the jigsaw into place, and used most of the rest to cover the outside of the entire area. A slight smear on the inside too - but I wouldn't want bits coming off inside the auto. It was so cold I doubted it would harden up, so we found a hot air gun, and Sue and I took turns to alternately warm the auto and our hands. On the hour, I found I could no longer sink my thumbnail into the paste, so I tried filing the surface. Solid as a rock - hopefully more so.! It took a while to smooth the bottom surface so the pan would seal against it, but I was so pleased that it was going to work, I did not mind at all..
Even though the edge was still raised slightly, the repair should be oiltight, and I had not been able to detect any damage to the internals of the auto.
Alex was still not happy with the pan, so I refitted the propshaft while he did a bit of panelbeating. I guess it was about 2 hours in total by the time we fitted the pan with a generous bead of high temp silicon sealant - the cork gasket had been destroyed by the impact damage. We had a look at his computer setup while waiting for the sealant to harden a bit. Alex had a computer on a trolley in the middle of the workshop. He had opened a service manual that listed the torque settings for the fitting of the auto pan on a Marina 1700. Then - courtesy of wireless internet - he went to a site called 'carjam.org', typed in my rego number - and up came our car.! "Your warrant expires next week.." Jeez. I was astounded. Anyone can look up any car in the country by the rego number. The only details missing were the owners name and contact - and for $12 they would be supplied. Very handy for mechanics - but open to abuse by the rest. Must use it to check any potential trademe buys in future.!
We added 3 litres of fluid to the auto and waited. Not a drop. Ran the engine and tried all the gears. All present and correct, and still not a drop. Wow. Don't think its ever been that dry around the auto.
Back on the ground, and we cleaned up. We were prepared for quite a large invoice - but whatever it would be - it was great. In fact, it was less than half what I estimated, and I even offered to pay more, but Alex was insistent that I had done most of the work, and only charged me for the tow, the fluid, and half an hours labour. What kindness. I have no doubt that people tend to think you are of more limited means when you drive an older car - if we were in this years BMW, things could have been quite different. Alex recovers 5 cars a week that have hit rocks - as the freezing temps split them off cliff faces, and then the sun thaws the ice and they drop on the highway. If we had been in a modern car, we would most likely have been staying a week while a new auto was shipped in he said - only older vehicles left the same day.
More positives then.
We thanked the man and headed into the night. Almost immediately I could feel that the auto was not happy, delaying changes and labouring somewhat. We drove towards town until we found a petrol station, and I bought another litre of fluid. Solved.! Grinning, we took the road to Hawea yet again. Alex had noticed a sign at the Hawea pub offering cheap rooms - so there we went. Obviously the universe was wanting us to stop at Hawea.! Besides the cheap clean room, we got a huge meal 5 minutes before the kitchen closed, and they even offered us a free dessert - but we were too stuffed to accept.
We parked the car below our window and hit the sack, laughing over and over at how everything had just come together.
I still had 1/4" of knead-it left.....
..
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locost_bryan
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Re: The Road Trip.
Glad to hear that the old country hospitality and kindliness is still alive and well.
Bryan
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
Re: The Road Trip.
Yeah - its amazing how helpful people can be when you are away from the city...
Apparently two guys came to NZ to write a book about travelling around this country.
They bought a backpacker car and began circumnavigating.
They broke down 5 times in all, and got the most amazing help from some very resourceful people - so they renamed the book:-
"The best country in the world to break down"..!
I reckon they got it right.
Apparently two guys came to NZ to write a book about travelling around this country.
They bought a backpacker car and began circumnavigating.
They broke down 5 times in all, and got the most amazing help from some very resourceful people - so they renamed the book:-
"The best country in the world to break down"..!
I reckon they got it right.
Re: The Road Trip.
Looked out our hotel window in the morning.
What I did not see was very pleasing.
I did not see a spreading red stain from under our car..
There was a good frost, but that was no problem.
We made our own breakfast in the shared kitchen, then packed up for a long day's driving. As we had lost another day, we would now have to make the entire trip home in 1 day - our longest day's motoring for this entire trip, and with some repairs that were hardly tested to my satisfaction. We paid our bill and passed on our praise for the excellent service and hospitality. Hopefully it would reflect well on the night staff who had been so great.
Headed out towards the highway, looking out over frozen grass up the lake towards where our trip had suddenly ceased yesterday.
Well - only one way to find out how its going to go - feels great so far.
Off we go. All systems normal. Auto behaving as it should, and enough fuel to get us somewhere further.
Where we broke down was at the top edge of Lake Hawea, and beyond there the road ducks across to Lake Wanaka. This was another incredible panorama, so we stopped to add to our fast growing photo collection.
A quick peek underneath confirmed we were still 100% oiltight, so that was nice.
Off again, way up the lake, and on and upwards to the Haast Pass. Its a long steady climb from the south, but a steep and rapid descent on the West Coast side. I went steady through a few of the shady bits - no way of knowing how much traction we had - but everything was pretty well frozen when we reached the top..
Our brakes did their job well enough on the way down, despite plenty evidence of the white stuff about the place. There is a ski-jump structure at the bottom of the Pass for any unfortunates whose brakes have given up to use as a last resort. It looks supremely scary - but better than trying to negotiate this bridge at anything approaching excessive speed.!
From here we wander down the river towards the wild West Coast.
Its an amazing piece of NZ up this coast - probably the most unspoilt part of the south island..
.. but its still a long haul. I had stopped worrying about the auto - if it were going to leak it would have done so by now. We stopped to laugh at the rock piles that various drivers had built on one stretch of road - a good way to relieve the boredom for the passengers too..
.. past the glaciers - stopped to enjoy the weirdness of it all..
.. lakes full of reflections in this misty land..
.. with the ever present mountains crowding the road against the jolly old Tasman Sea..
.. and we finally reached home mid-evening that night, after an uneventful crossing of the Alps in darkness.
All in all, a truly memorable trip. Not at all as we envisaged it - except for the sightseeing bits - but what a valuable experience, and what wonderful people we met along the way.
Its amazing how quickly you are back to work and life resumes its normal face. Even the weather manages to resume its old habits..
.. but we have all the photos to prove it really took place. I figure that in future I will carry some knead-it with me on every trip - that way I shall probably never "......"
(fill in the blank..)
..
What I did not see was very pleasing.
I did not see a spreading red stain from under our car..
There was a good frost, but that was no problem.
We made our own breakfast in the shared kitchen, then packed up for a long day's driving. As we had lost another day, we would now have to make the entire trip home in 1 day - our longest day's motoring for this entire trip, and with some repairs that were hardly tested to my satisfaction. We paid our bill and passed on our praise for the excellent service and hospitality. Hopefully it would reflect well on the night staff who had been so great.
Headed out towards the highway, looking out over frozen grass up the lake towards where our trip had suddenly ceased yesterday.
Well - only one way to find out how its going to go - feels great so far.
Off we go. All systems normal. Auto behaving as it should, and enough fuel to get us somewhere further.
Where we broke down was at the top edge of Lake Hawea, and beyond there the road ducks across to Lake Wanaka. This was another incredible panorama, so we stopped to add to our fast growing photo collection.
A quick peek underneath confirmed we were still 100% oiltight, so that was nice.
Off again, way up the lake, and on and upwards to the Haast Pass. Its a long steady climb from the south, but a steep and rapid descent on the West Coast side. I went steady through a few of the shady bits - no way of knowing how much traction we had - but everything was pretty well frozen when we reached the top..
Our brakes did their job well enough on the way down, despite plenty evidence of the white stuff about the place. There is a ski-jump structure at the bottom of the Pass for any unfortunates whose brakes have given up to use as a last resort. It looks supremely scary - but better than trying to negotiate this bridge at anything approaching excessive speed.!
From here we wander down the river towards the wild West Coast.
Its an amazing piece of NZ up this coast - probably the most unspoilt part of the south island..
.. but its still a long haul. I had stopped worrying about the auto - if it were going to leak it would have done so by now. We stopped to laugh at the rock piles that various drivers had built on one stretch of road - a good way to relieve the boredom for the passengers too..
.. past the glaciers - stopped to enjoy the weirdness of it all..
.. lakes full of reflections in this misty land..
.. with the ever present mountains crowding the road against the jolly old Tasman Sea..
.. and we finally reached home mid-evening that night, after an uneventful crossing of the Alps in darkness.
All in all, a truly memorable trip. Not at all as we envisaged it - except for the sightseeing bits - but what a valuable experience, and what wonderful people we met along the way.
Its amazing how quickly you are back to work and life resumes its normal face. Even the weather manages to resume its old habits..
.. but we have all the photos to prove it really took place. I figure that in future I will carry some knead-it with me on every trip - that way I shall probably never "......"
(fill in the blank..)
..
Re: The Road Trip.
Bloody exellent story Kilroy and fantastic pictures too. Makes me want to go visit NZ now although I can't see that happening soon unfortunately.. :roll:
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing.
1974 White 1.3 Super Coupe, lots of Alfas....
Re: The Road Trip.
Hi Kilroy,
Some 5 to 6 years ago my last but one trip was to take a very nice supply boat from Burma to Singapore, change over to Australian and New Zealand crew and take it on to Melbourne, before pay off.
With help from the skipper and my wife to organise it I was allowed a visa to stay in Australia for a fortnight. I tried to arrange a trip to New Zealand as well but time was against me so I flew to Tasmania, drove the length of it in a week then spent the last week touring a little of Victoria. I did manage to walk and drive the F1 circuit in Albert Park.
Your story has brought back some very nice memories, but showed me what I missed. Thanks for sharing your pictures and trip.
Brian
PS the company paid for the flight home.
Some 5 to 6 years ago my last but one trip was to take a very nice supply boat from Burma to Singapore, change over to Australian and New Zealand crew and take it on to Melbourne, before pay off.
With help from the skipper and my wife to organise it I was allowed a visa to stay in Australia for a fortnight. I tried to arrange a trip to New Zealand as well but time was against me so I flew to Tasmania, drove the length of it in a week then spent the last week touring a little of Victoria. I did manage to walk and drive the F1 circuit in Albert Park.
Your story has brought back some very nice memories, but showed me what I missed. Thanks for sharing your pictures and trip.
Brian
PS the company paid for the flight home.
Shopping trolley(Mazda3)
2000 3 Ltr manual Jaguar 'S' type (love it)
1972 TC Marina Coupe (comfy everyday car)
1961 3.8ltr MkII Jaguar (Back to carburretors)(A lot more comfy with correct springs)
2000 3 Ltr manual Jaguar 'S' type (love it)
1972 TC Marina Coupe (comfy everyday car)
1961 3.8ltr MkII Jaguar (Back to carburretors)(A lot more comfy with correct springs)
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locost_bryan
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Re: The Road Trip.
Are the boats and the old Renault (?) also part of your "collection"?Kilroy wrote:
Bryan
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
Re: The Road Trip.
- thanks for taking the time to read it.
Brian - sounds like quite an adventure - you should write it up before the details are forgotten..
Bryan - no, the chap over the road has a thing for classic jet boats, and the R750 is a spare for one he has restored. There are also a Renault van and an Armstrong Siddeley ute rusting quietly in the corner.
My only non-Marina is a 3 litre V6 Mazda - but parts of it may just become a Marina one day...
Brian - sounds like quite an adventure - you should write it up before the details are forgotten..
Bryan - no, the chap over the road has a thing for classic jet boats, and the R750 is a spare for one he has restored. There are also a Renault van and an Armstrong Siddeley ute rusting quietly in the corner.
My only non-Marina is a 3 litre V6 Mazda - but parts of it may just become a Marina one day...
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locost_bryan
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Re: The Road Trip.
929? iirc the SOHC J-series V6 was only used in that and the first generation MPV people mover. Bigger and heavier than the DOHC K-series transverse V6 (626/Telstar).Kilroy wrote:My only non-Marina is a 3 litre V6 Mazda - but parts of it may just become a Marina one day...
Would make an interesting transplant.
iirc Landrover fitted the Rover K V6 in the Discovery - that could make an interesting transplant, if you wanted to keep it "all in the family". 
Bryan
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
Auckland NZ
1972 Morris Marina 1750 TC Coupe "Ozzy"
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Coupedriver
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Re: The Road Trip.
Thanks Skip - it may yet happen.
Mostly I write here on the internet, as I thoroughly appreciate what we are able to get for free - but I also understand that if I wrote a larger article (book?), and enough people paid $5 for it, then I might have made a little money for Marina repairs...
Lets see - what would I call it..?
"Sailing in the Marina"..?
"Running aground in the Marina"..?
Give me time...
Mostly I write here on the internet, as I thoroughly appreciate what we are able to get for free - but I also understand that if I wrote a larger article (book?), and enough people paid $5 for it, then I might have made a little money for Marina repairs...
Lets see - what would I call it..?
"Sailing in the Marina"..?
"Running aground in the Marina"..?
Give me time...
Re: The Road Trip.
How about..."Look How Far You Have To Go In a Marina To Avoid a PIANO" :twisted: :roll: :shock:
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