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    I still can't think of anything that tops this.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Akzle View Post
    noisy pussy?

    might want to get that checked out...
    Could have run dry and now have a bit of piston slap.

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    Quote Originally Posted by HondaLad View Post
    I still can't think of anything that tops this.
    That was legendary, saw him at the street races that day.

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    Bamboo - the poor mans carbon fiber?

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    Bamboo? Bamboo? I used to dream of bamboo.

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    While ago on wat back from cold duck to new plymouth accelerator cable broke on my Harley. ...

    Spliced keyring onto remainder of cable and juggled between accelerator / brake /handle bar with right hand in middle of winter on winding inland roads.

    In the end I had it sussed and passed a fair few vehicles at decent pace....
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    I had to bodge a throttle cable too. Once on a bike, once on a car. On the bike - finger works well, just wrap it around something. On the car ... a friend jammed a bit of wood on the throttle linkage while I held the clutch ... didn't go very fast but flat roads saw me get home.

    Clutch cable bust at the lever on a TS125 - you only need it for setting off - mole grips on the cable craftily levered against the lever bracket. Down hill rolling start Ok tho.

    And I once drove a car from Scotland to Sheffield without using brakes - if I used the brakes - the piston seized on and you had to hit the calliper with a hammer to free it. Ah, I lie - I braked once and had to get out and hit it. Handbrake was used ...sometimes. As soon as I got back I fixed it - shoulda done it before I set off :-!

    I guess not many of you guys ever had to bodge stuff ... we were pretty poor and had no choice ...
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    ...for some reason the brake fluid escaped from my old HG Holden while it was parked up in Havelock, (Marlborough) while I was out fishing for a few days in the outer sounds...got back late from fishing, dead town, nothing to do but either hang around and freeze 'til morning or drive home to Banks Peninsula with no brakes...took the safe option, and drove..I'd put a 1 Ton gearbox in it, like all my Holdens, and that little floor shift worked overtime all the way home...another time in my HJ Holden returning from Golden Bay I hit something on the road just after coming off the Hundalees, bent the selector on the box and got all the way back in top gear...got trickier as I got close to Chch about 8pm on a Friday night...poor old girl had to work hard trying to stay with some revs at times...no bodges necessary, just had to pretend nothing was wrong, both times...

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    My latest bodge job was zip tying a lawnmower gas tank on my KV75 because i cant find the original. and it was missing a front guard and chucking dirt in my face so i found a DR200 rear guard and zip tied that to the front. They both work exceptionally well.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Drenai Knight View Post
    My latest bodge job was zip tying a lawnmower gas tank on my KV75 because i cant find the original. and it was missing a front guard and chucking dirt in my face so i found a DR200 rear guard and zip tied that to the front. They both work exceptionally well.

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    i'm on my phone and blind. is that a fucken goat?


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    Went out for a weekend deer hunting with my best friend in his Mk1 Cortina wagon…

    He was a bit ‘excitable’ in those days and drove everywhere pretty well flat out. On the very sketchy gravel road to the place where we were leaving the car, he managed to catch a big rock on the muffler which pulled the whole system backwards. Those cortinas had a stupid flange fitting where the cast iron header joined the pipe. The pipe had a flared end which was clamped onto a ridge on the header with a V clamp thing. These were dodgy when new – fecking hopless by the time the cars got to us…

    Anyway it pulled the pipe off the header (broke the flange) but we were only a 100yds from the road end so he kept going… The hot pipe fell against the hydraulic clutch line and burnt through it… So way out in the whoops, no clutch and no exhaust… Fuck… (no cell phones then either)…

    We had a 6” crescent wrench so we pulled the whole exhaust off and cobbled enough pipe work to get the gasses out of the engine bay. We then developed a starting technique where he would start the car, I’d push it as fast as I could and run and jump in through the rear hatch and pull that closed while he crashed it into gear and we were off… I’d climb over the gear into the front and job done… it was a bloody long trip home…. Getting through a couple of fords and up rough tracks with no clutch was not easy..

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    Quote Originally Posted by Akzle View Post
    i'm on my phone and blind. is that a fucken goat?

    Nah it's a 1973 Kawasaki Kv75 sometimes called a MT1 [Mini Trail 1].

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    …around about 1975 or 6 I bought an Austin A30 for 25 bucks in the back bar of the British in Lyttleton.
    I bought it sight unseen, even though I could see it parked out on Norwich Quay through the open door. It was rusty green and the constant abuse of taxiing the crew members of a coastal ship which was in the dry dock on survey, to and fro between the dock and the British for the whole period of their stay, about 6 weeks, had fucked the back springs from constant overload. I saw eleven people get out of it a few days earlier.

    I drove it away that night, the arse was dragging and the front seat fell out when I was driving the little pommy joke up a seriously steep hill. I managed to keep my foot on the gas but I was sitting on the floor by then, luckily I’d driven that road blind for some time so I managed to get to a point where I could swing it onto a bit of flat road…anyway I fixed the spring issue by jacking the body high enough to slide a pipe through the leaf ends that had come through the body due to rust and overload. I shackled it to the ends, dropped her on the ground and it worked, but it clattered and slapped around so much that it drew attention to the fact that it was fucked. Don’t forget this was in the day when if you new the right kind of person , a WOF label from Govt Print was a $1.50, but it still paid to be not too overt about it.

    After the local MOT cop ordered me and the A30 off the road in a very infrequent stop outside the Lyttleton road tunnel on a bloody saturday morning, after returning from a trip into Chch, I had to get very drastic. It was the clattering and banging under brakes that drew his attention.

    To be fair he wasn’t such a bad guy, still a traffic cop though. He could have done more than call me things that were probably true at the time, but he didn’t. But I did have things to do later that day so I needed the wheels, moving.

    I changed the configuration of my repairs and opted for a clatter free and softer ride. Being a chippy and having a saw and shit , and some good old 4x2 , I built a new section of wall that sat up under the window sill where the boot lid hinged behind the back seat. Two struts of 4x2 bolted into the shackles at the end of the springs and built into my little wall and it was perfect, but when I dropped it on the ground it was jacked up about four inches too high and it didn’t really suit the profile I was trying to create, so up in the air, unbolt the new struts, cut three or four inches off and re-bolt them. That was perfect too. It was still rust and green and a bit of orange red lead though, a dead giveaway.

    The bloke I shared a house with was a painter, he had a four gallon tin of bright red roof paint. His little brother helped me mask off the glass with newspaper and sellotape and then I splashed on lots and lots of red paint. I used a wallpaper paste brush because it was the biggest brush I could find. I would hazard a guess that after doing that and it being a hot day, we would have gone and sat on the verandah overlooking our wee town and smoked lots of pot, but anyway the A30 drip dried and was fairly tacky when I drove back through the tunnel about 4 hours later.

    I later sold the A30 for 65 bucks, a long time later. They were my flash, red, wheels for a few more months.

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    Back in early 1985 I picked up an almost new GPZ 550 factory engined street legal race bike from Wellington that had been crashed and repaired and proceeded to ride back to Christchurch. After fueling up in Blenheim is was getting dark Heading up the hill south of Blenheim late on a Sunday night there was very little traffic so none of any use to ne. Fortunately I had in my backpack my handy wee pocket knife handy tool thingy. I used the tiny saw to cut a lenght of #8 wire from a cockys fence then cut that into 2 pieces. Useing two rocks i peen one end and fitted as a temp chain link then peened the other end.Was a mission in the light of a 1/2 moon Got me back to Christchurch with no issues .

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    Quote Originally Posted by ellipsis View Post
    …around about 1975 or 6 I bought an Austin A30 for 25 bucks in the back bar of the British in Lyttleton.
    I bought it sight unseen, even though I could see it parked out on Norwich Quay through the open door. It was rusty green and the constant abuse of taxiing the crew members of a coastal ship which was in the dry dock on survey, to and fro between the dock and the British for the whole period of their stay, about 6 weeks, had fucked the back springs from constant overload. I saw eleven people get out of it a few days earlier.

    I drove it away that night, the arse was dragging and the front seat fell out when I was driving the little pommy joke up a seriously steep hill. I managed to keep my foot on the gas but I was sitting on the floor by then, luckily I’d driven that road blind for some time so I managed to get to a point where I could swing it onto a bit of flat road…anyway I fixed the spring issue by jacking the body high enough to slide a pipe through the leaf ends that had come through the body due to rust and overload. I shackled it to the ends, dropped her on the ground and it worked, but it clattered and slapped around so much that it drew attention to the fact that it was fucked. Don’t forget this was in the day when if you new the right kind of person , a WOF label from Govt Print was a $1.50, but it still paid to be not too overt about it.

    After the local MOT cop ordered me and the A30 off the road in a very infrequent stop outside the Lyttleton road tunnel on a bloody saturday morning, after returning from a trip into Chch, I had to get very drastic. It was the clattering and banging under brakes that drew his attention.

    To be fair he wasn’t such a bad guy, still a traffic cop though. He could have done more than call me things that were probably true at the time, but he didn’t. But I did have things to do later that day so I needed the wheels, moving.

    I changed the configuration of my repairs and opted for a clatter free and softer ride. Being a chippy and having a saw and shit , and some good old 4x2 , I built a new section of wall that sat up under the window sill where the boot lid hinged behind the back seat. Two struts of 4x2 bolted into the shackles at the end of the springs and built into my little wall and it was perfect, but when I dropped it on the ground it was jacked up about four inches too high and it didn’t really suit the profile I was trying to create, so up in the air, unbolt the new struts, cut three or four inches off and re-bolt them. That was perfect too. It was still rust and green and a bit of orange red lead though, a dead giveaway.

    The bloke I shared a house with was a painter, he had a four gallon tin of bright red roof paint. His little brother helped me mask off the glass with newspaper and sellotape and then I splashed on lots and lots of red paint. I used a wallpaper paste brush because it was the biggest brush I could find. I would hazard a guess that after doing that and it being a hot day, we would have gone and sat on the verandah overlooking our wee town and smoked lots of pot, but anyway the A30 drip dried and was fairly tacky when I drove back through the tunnel about 4 hours later.

    I later sold the A30 for 65 bucks, a long time later. They were my flash, red, wheels for a few more months.
    haha mate, sounds like my Austin A40 Somerset. Bought it for $75 in about 1969 to run around in until I fled to Aussie for an OE of sorts. The spring hangers popped thru into the boot so I used two pieces of 4x2 wrapped in rubber from a tube to stop it sagging at the arse . Worked great for months as we only ever did about 80kph in it anyway ,always with mates and their beers as we headed off to piss ups. It was classic blue with a Bell sticker in the rear window and was always a standing joke .(Gazzas Somerset !!).

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