Look it’s a non-essential tool really but after seeing it in action via Youtube and then giving it a whirl in my own garage, I’m championing the brass wire drill bit/brush..
I turned up to a radio broadcast live from near the track (as radio outside broadcasts go, this was an absolute doozy!), managed to get myself completely lost, wandered through the pits and ended up having to ask no less than 5 security members which way I had to go to get to my site on time.
It was good fun and the camera on my Huawei managed well and truly copped a flogging in the process..
Color me confused today internet as I’m not sure what to call this combination of ‘Japanese rotary technology’ meets attempted ‘Italian Super car Ferrari F40’. Is it a now an F47, an RX40, RX407, Ferrotary or just a terribly strange idea from the get go?Continue reading…
Look, it’s going to be another case of ‘this guy has zero clue when it comes to the entire Holden model range and wouldn’t know the difference between a VN and a VIP.’ But lack of Holden letters aside, I’m getting good at spotting something out of the ordinary when it comes to the brand…
Well not all of them on account of the kids who couldn’t give two squirts of anything about anything with wheels, far preferring a photo with Wonder Woman. Actually come to think of it, so would I. But since this is a car blog..let’s get on with the show..Continue reading…
It must be coachbuilders celebration week at the local auction yard or something. A few days ago we got confused by the Porsche that wasn’t a Porsche and today we’re admiring a Maserati Biturbo Spyder, which being the Spyder model means it hailed from the workshop of legendary coach builder Zagato.
Look, I know what an Intergrale is. It’s a Lancia I’d swap a testicle for (okay maybe not a complete testicle but something of equal worth). What about an Intermeccanica? Okay that’s a new one. Because coming face to face with one at the Llyods auction yard today, I could have sworn it was an old Porsche with different badges..
Now here’s something you don’t see cruising around much anymore (I think my last sighting on one was circa a couple of decades ago..) – a Citreon SM.
Hopefully someone buys this one soon from the local auction yard before the bush behind it completely obscures it from view and history..
(This is a long long loooooooong term rx7 post of two parts and it will probably help a lot if you go back and read the first part linked below. The first part is a bit of a lengthy read but really paints the picture of this car’s background and misadventures.)
Over four years ago now through this site in its infancy, I managed to track down the location of one of my previously owned (and one of the funnest of the bunch so far) cars, my 1989 Series 5 Mazda Rx7. I was very proud that the 80’s beast lived to Brap again.
Incredibly now in 2018, I’ve managed to find it up for sale once again. New owner, new location. Only this time it looks to be in its best and fastest condition yet!
There were slim pickings in my favourite car yard today. Not in terms of numbers, no there were over one hundred cars to peruse on the lot. More in terms of things I hadn’t seen in the metal yet and cars that would have well and truly picqued my interests.
Yes there was the glorious Scarab Tribute parked in the corner. There was a Citreon SM attempting to become one with a bush. There was also a flawless looking 70’s Celeica flashing away in the sun. But the thing that captured my attention in the midst of the glinting lavish metal?
The greatest barn find in the world of…Taxis.
Okay confession time: I was actually searching Gumtree for bad replicas. Replicas that looked so god awful and completely off the mark that even if you squinted, they wouldn’t come close to looking like what they were supposed to.
The last thing I expected to find was a hilariously fun and classy looking hill climber with a pair of spinning triangles helping it brap madly around corners..
It’s a deceptively simple plan too. I’m going to come up with something that no one has ever even contemplated, make squillions of the idea, retire at 40 (roughly 1.5 years to go) and then I’m going to buy something stupidly nimble, fun and low to the ground to race around in to keep myself amused.
Something like this Lotus Exige perhaps?
Now the only thing to do is work out exactly what this idea will actually be…
Wow, where does the time go? While removing quite a few pipes, covers, plugs and bolts to change over my spark plugs in the Stagea over the weekend (an occasion that made me miss my 1JZ for the simple 10 minute job that it was) I realised I hadn’t posted here for a while. And what better way to get back into this page than by falling in love with a completely mental 1980 Mini who goes by the name of….Binky.
If you’re familiar with the film The World’s Fastest Indian starring the incredibly good Sir Anthony Hopkins then you’ll know of the rough time the character in the movie goes through while chasing his racing dreams. If you haven’t seen it, go out and watch it right now because it’s bloody brilliant and you’ll be cheering on his efforts the entire way through.
And once you’ve done that, come back and I’ll tell you about one of the most badly thought out and incredible humorous races the world has ever cobbled together. A race so bad, it make’s Burt Munro’s trip overseas look like the greatest getaway holiday ever.
Actually I’ll do better than that, I’ll point you in the direction of three amazing story tellers who will do a far better job than I ever will..
The last time I attempted to do some filming for a YouTube clip in my car? It wasn’t pretty. I was recording on my hard working phone and without any stability, it was sliding all over the shop…I mean wagon. So in my ingenuity I bought some cheap tape from 7-11 and taped my phone to the instrument cluster. As I said, not pretty in the slightest.
It worked but I figured…there’s got to be an easier way to do this.
Thankfully I found one for just a couple of bucks. And it suits the Stagea perfectly!
Ugh. I suppose it was only a matter of time before my hard working battery decided it was well and truly sick of my antics and threw up the white flag of defeat. It was just annoying that it decided to die in an area where finding a replacement would be a task. Especially when I was already late for work to begin with…
Had a spare twenty minutes before heading off to work today so swung by the local auction yard to drool, dream and magically wish someone would throw me the keys. To everything. The Orange monster we spied last time is still there sitting quietly but let’s have a look at everything else up on the auction block currently…