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Shiny Shiny, Shiny..............
Posted by
monza gorilla
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24 May 2006
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Greetings to you all. It's time to blog once again.
I really have no idea what this entry will be about as yet (it takes 2 or 3 days to complete an entry). First of all, a welcome to Mike (Autumnpuma) and to 'Irish'. Good to see more folk joining us here and stirring the pot a little.
Alistair (Senna) and Dan (Bajo39) seem to have deserted us for pastures new, which is a shame - they were nothing if not great pot stirrers.
And so to the meat of this entry.
In my corner of the multiverse there are good things and bad things. And then there are things that tantalise and tease with promises and shiny stuff. That's what we'll be talking about then. Shiny things. Things that make you take leave of your senses for no good reason. A little while ago, I came across a Jaguar 420G, a thing of beauty, an enormous chunk of wood, leather and multiple carburetters. It was also for sale, and very shiny. Very, very shiny indeed............ There was only one possible outcome. Actually, there were two possible outcomes and it was the second one that came to pass. Someone got there before me with the cash. b#####d.
Except that I've just seen a mint Triumph Stag............
Cars (the shiny things) affect me the same way that shoes affect women. You can never have enough of them. Even cars with dodgy dynamics and a serious lack of credibility can pull you in before you have a chance to resist. when I was a child in the late 60s I saw a Reliant Scimitar and thought it was the most fantastic thing I had ever set eyes on. As I grew up I learned that these things overheated, caught fire, disassembled themselves in a number of inventive ways, and were generally not that brilliant. So in 1994 I bought one. The doors sagged. Half of the gauges didn't work. The downpipes fell off the manifolds. It leaked. It fractured brake pipes 3 times in as many months. Total brake failure at 80mph is hilarious. At anything above 90mph the tops of the doors started to pull away from the body. I had to wedge a match stick into the heater controls so that I wasn't broiled alive. It had no roadholding, at all. It poured unburnt fuel straight out of the tail pipes. And I loved it. Every minute of it. An absolute hoot.
Take my advice. Buy the shiny thing. It may be a complete shed, and other people will laugh at you, but I guarantee it'll be great, and you'll never regret it.
Until next time, be good.
Russ
I really have no idea what this entry will be about as yet (it takes 2 or 3 days to complete an entry). First of all, a welcome to Mike (Autumnpuma) and to 'Irish'. Good to see more folk joining us here and stirring the pot a little.
Alistair (Senna) and Dan (Bajo39) seem to have deserted us for pastures new, which is a shame - they were nothing if not great pot stirrers.
And so to the meat of this entry.
In my corner of the multiverse there are good things and bad things. And then there are things that tantalise and tease with promises and shiny stuff. That's what we'll be talking about then. Shiny things. Things that make you take leave of your senses for no good reason. A little while ago, I came across a Jaguar 420G, a thing of beauty, an enormous chunk of wood, leather and multiple carburetters. It was also for sale, and very shiny. Very, very shiny indeed............ There was only one possible outcome. Actually, there were two possible outcomes and it was the second one that came to pass. Someone got there before me with the cash. b#####d.
Except that I've just seen a mint Triumph Stag............
Cars (the shiny things) affect me the same way that shoes affect women. You can never have enough of them. Even cars with dodgy dynamics and a serious lack of credibility can pull you in before you have a chance to resist. when I was a child in the late 60s I saw a Reliant Scimitar and thought it was the most fantastic thing I had ever set eyes on. As I grew up I learned that these things overheated, caught fire, disassembled themselves in a number of inventive ways, and were generally not that brilliant. So in 1994 I bought one. The doors sagged. Half of the gauges didn't work. The downpipes fell off the manifolds. It leaked. It fractured brake pipes 3 times in as many months. Total brake failure at 80mph is hilarious. At anything above 90mph the tops of the doors started to pull away from the body. I had to wedge a match stick into the heater controls so that I wasn't broiled alive. It had no roadholding, at all. It poured unburnt fuel straight out of the tail pipes. And I loved it. Every minute of it. An absolute hoot.
Take my advice. Buy the shiny thing. It may be a complete shed, and other people will laugh at you, but I guarantee it'll be great, and you'll never regret it.
Until next time, be good.
Russ
sniff.
My 'shiny' was a 1979 Fiat Spyder. It was (and presumably still is) Italian and, like so many Italian autos, it looked very, very nice. It also drove well and more often than not a piece here or there would fall off. It was so loud that I would travel in a parking garage leaving a wake of car alarms behind me. I only realized how much I'd loved that damned piece of crap many, many years later.
I've always had a soft-spot for the small sports cars, even though at my height I look rather ridiculous getting out of one! I would have been tempted more by the Stag than the Jag. You didn't mention what the outcome of seeing that little british beauty was, but I would assume you will buy her. I'll drink a toast to you tonight, Russ, in congratulations on your purchase or to perhaps invoke a bit of good luck in your impending purchase.
Skol