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There have been ponderings about restructuring the Junkfleet, which would have involved shady deals involving this car.

Since the object of desire, which would have triggered the chain of events, was ruthlessly flogged to someone else,

the restructurisation ponderings were restructured yet again.

One of the results of the restructuring of the restructuring is that I decided to not only hold on to this car, but take it to the

next level.

 

I haven't done this in a while (actually a decade), but I clearly remember how nerve wrecking such a project is,

particularly when it is carried out to the degree my projects are usually carried out.

 

Hence great things are going to happen.

The car already has the dreaded (because it leaves little change out of three grand) sill repair done.

The next thing necessary on the base structure is to rectify the helpless tinsmith bricolage to the inner wings the car received

during its tenure at Craptical Plastics.

Also, it does break through at the rear wheel arches, which subsequently need remediation, a rather involved job, because of

the complexly bent channels for the rubber seals. This alone almost caused me a nervous breakdown when we did it to the

Haunted Rover.

 

Once the base unit is sound, the panels must be replaced. Save for the as usual unscathed bonnet and boot lid, because

aluminium, the front and rear valances, the roof and the passenger door, all panels are beyond any redemption.

In fact, they are spectacularly shit. The worst I have ever seen.

Hence replacement panel collectage has commenced, a more involved job than most would imagine. In fact, my prediction

of ten years ago sadly became true, namely that good panels are now rather hard to come by.

A Series 1 is currently being broken in France and I registered demand. This is a pioneering step and I predict that

panel import from France, Italy and Spain will be a rather profitable business in the not too distant future.

Maybe even from - uh - what's England's Alcatraz called again?

 

The end game is to end up with a sound Series 1 in Burnt Grey with Toledo Red interior. I already have secured about 60%

of said interior and it's safely tucked away in the infamous dungeon of the Junktowers, a refuge of ever more eccentric scuzz.

 

Oh, and that retrofitted PAS must go. Since I drove the white car, I realised that power steering was the very first step

of a long and carefully plotted plan by sociopaths to dumb down motorists to the extent that they are now not willing

to surround the houses of people who want to introduce self driving cars and turn off the water and electricity, but leave

the gas supply on.

Too bad steering boxes cost more than replacement BW35s, but I hope to run into a hapless sheeple that is willing to swap

my PAS setup for his Burman.

 

Since I now have published my intent here, there is no way out. I'm committed and I hope you ugly lot is with me all the way.

 

And don't forget, this thing does 125 at the drop of a hat.

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The guards were too busy lifting this turd near the airport that had been there over a week...

 

 

Kinell, there's about five cars advertising something like that in my town and nobody gives a toss unless the windows get put through.

 

Don't ask me how I know.

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This is a place that now looks tidy and the main yard is screened by trees; you can't see what treasures there anymore; 30 years ago this place was piled three high including on the public road outside with every imaginable wheeled device of the previous 70 years; I got to sit in Traction Avants, old army cast offs, the terminally rusty but actually recent enough cars of the 60s and 70s

 

When he had too many old tyres, he started a fire that burnt for days; I loved it

 

And he helped organise some well known road racing here from the 30s to the 80s; it's about a mile of a circuit; we were trapped in our houses for two days, bales placed across your gate, every year

 

It was a troubling childhood

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Due to being evicted from the current Headquarters of the GGG's Mission to improve The Climate in Ireland®,

a road was driven along.

 

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It lead to an area with not much in it:

 

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New headquarteres were quickly commandeered:

 

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The first impression is good:

 

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This is what ladies' choice looks like when I show up:

 

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So I took a not too savvy selfie:

 

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And enjoyed the view from my room:

 

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Very nice aul place Gandon; used to be a good few 'car meets' in the early spring/summer, which I used to go to; lovely staff n facilities ... it got spoiled, by a huge increase in numbers n the usual idiots turning up for some attention seeking hooning n donnut marking, n the cops turned up, in the middle of a meet; not impressed...

 

...on the fly, Gandon staff arranged an alternative venue down the road at a small off the road truckstop, n sent staff round to calmly inform everyone to move the meet to there... good people!!

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I remember Hopkins having that, it's been in Lincolnshire, so be wary Junkman. IIRC I think he had a new engine put in it

 

All my cars have been in the county whose name must not be mentioned, but only one of them was actually bought there.

I think I described the engine pretty well elsewhere in this thread. I have a few issues of Craptical Plastics from when it was a Staff Sagas regular, but nothing about the actual engine replacement.

 

However, Lincolnshire's creepiness begins to appear a tad second rate.

 

In a desperate attempt to survive Ireland's outback, I left the GGG's most remote manned outpost and made it to the legendary Josephine's at Urlingford, just to find it closed. And I don't mean temporarily closed, or closed for lunch, or sum such. No, closed as in closed. Gone. Forever.

 

I have no idea what happened to this country and there isn't a single soul about I could ask. One thing's for sure, whatever closes in on me soon will provide the answer. I hope this happens when I'm in the only safe shelter currently in this country, namely the one I brought with me, otherwise I might no longer be able to tell the tale.

 

Climate Improvement© has hitherto proved unsuccessful, there were numerous hailstorms today. It's actually hardly surprising, considering that I'm the only living thing left. I'm afraid it is a rather hopeless endeavour, but I will persist until whatever creatures or fiends that are responsible for the widespread depopulation have gotten to me.

 

Wish me luck.

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Ireland became totally Dublin-centric around 10 years ago; the midlands towns have been hollowed out

So the nationwide motorway system they built at record pace and finished ten years ago

was merely put into place to haul man, beast and whatever else wasn't bolted down to Dublin?

 

Does anyone in Ireland actually realise what is going on here?

Or are they all unable to comprehend whathappens outside those marble tiled shopping centres

catering to the shiny shit from China addicts?

 

The whole thing stinks of UN Agenda 21 three miles against the wind!

 

Are there talks about HSTs yet?

 

 

I don't know how much time you spend in Ireland, but I hope you've done the Wicklow and Sally Gaps

 

Thankfully I hitherto managed to avoid any gaps.

I fear I'm overdue though. Nobody can push his luck at this pace for long.

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Ooh you big exaggerator!

 

and finished ten years ago

I haven't been here ten years. I've been a lorryist for nine. Back then it took aeons to get to Galway and Cork. Dublin to Galway by motorway happened December 2009. Dublin to Cork May 2010. Dublin to Limerick Dec 2010.

 

So "10" years is nearer "6½" years. Considering they started in 1983 I wouldn't call that quick either. And they're all tolled PPP rip-offs (with traffic guarantees written into the toll contracts that cost even more dosh http://www.irishtimes.com/news/politics/underused-toll-roads-could-cost-taxpayer-30m-1.1485661)

 

FFS, postal codes (Eircodes) were only introduced 3 years ago.

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