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  1. Merc LN2 in 'not a horsebox' shocker! It works for its' living, but not too hard.
  2. Delta Integrale resurrection, and bonus bendy bus action about 13 1/2 mins in!
  3. Done brewery jobs in the past, and I can confirm kegs are still handballed into the cellar. Metal ones have handholds, so don't need a pillow, there's a swing from height you perfect pretty quickly, or else! Wooden ones are still old school though. Same with delivering flour: a bag on each shoulder and off you stagger. Some jobs have no better way, although obviously, much has been palletised. But anyway, I digress. If it's any help, Engel's Coach Shop on YT has a few good videos on steam bending, usually ash too. Just the size and scale you're after, and his methods are traditional, and often mechanical. I have an old US Navy video there too, which is really handy on selecting the right pieces to bend in the first place. In my dreams, I have the skills and equipment to pull off a silly big project like this! I am full of admiration for this.
  4. Sounds like the plot for the Shiter's gore-fest film...
  5. Are the temporary plates refundable if they don't get used? Just curious, cos I hope it works out fine! Chodspeed...
  6. You're wondering how Hilary Mantel and so on, get the language and depth of knowledge right, and albeit that you're not going as far back as that, the method is the same: read and research everything you can in 'big' libraries and network with academics, who are always good for an unexpected angle, and often know a publisher or two. Those are the 'hard yards', the 10,000 hours. It's like ordering enough steel to pave your street, just to cut a repair patch. Only then can you be sure you've got the right bit of steel. Welcome along, and, once you can get in the open forum, there's a regional dialects thread in there you might find interesting.
  7. I scrawled a few things on the backs of trailers, if that counts. The 'best' one that springs to mind, was on the back of my own trailer, in utterly foul winter weather. It wasn't mine for much longer, cos I'd been diverted to help a mate in trouble: we swapped over, he fucked off sharpish. Couple of days later in the yard, I heard 'Haw you, ya bastart...!' and I was delighted to hear his tale of the strange behaviour of other motorists around him that night. I didn't have to admit who'd scrawled 'Honk if overtaking, driver may be half asleep', my mirth said enough. I didn't actually think it would work, mind you...
  8. First Arnold Clark garage I worked in had the bothy redecorated at one point, and so the shiny new elf'n'safety signs didn't last long: the one I remember most clearly was the 'thoroughly' in 'Now wash your hands thoroughly' being amended to 'ugly' and attributed to Ian, who wasn't pretty, and was generally the butt of any joke going. Who it was who'd amended the big 'Arnold Clark' on a motivational poster on the opposite wall, to 'An old cunt' with cut up bits of other posters and numberplate stickers, went unrecorded. It was a very neat job, but they left me enough space to scrawl 'except cunts have warmth, depth and are enjoyable and useful to humanity' under it. Thankfully, Uncle Arnold never sullied himself by visiting such places on his regular drop-ins. Another garage I worked in, where the general manager made a habit of avoiding the bothy unless absolutely necessary, had 'Scott is a fudge packer' spray painted in 12" tall letters along the wall by the door. The GM spotted this one time, and - somewhat suspiciously of course - demanded an explanation. My boss, Andy, being an absolute legend of bullshittery, explained that was because Scott had taken on extra work with Cadbury's, assembling the selection boxes the Xmas past. In Greenock. Said GM accepted the explanation just fine, and got back to what he'd actually deigned to enter our nether hell for. I had to hide myself in the boot of a car, pretending to do something, cos I was powerless with suppressed laughter... In there too, we'd instituted the 'special tools' board in the workshop manager's office: y'know, the one for the expensive/specialised/MOT test 'communal' tools etc.; this gained a cock'n'balls, complete with appropriately positioned screws, at the (estimated) correct height for him to hang his tackle on if he felt like it. How kind! How thoughtful! Don't know why he was so unimpressed. Some people...honestly...
  9. Unless the twin carb was a homologation special, or competition pack? Lovely little motors though, I'm constantly impressed how many are still around. Top buyage!
  10. My dad always used to make a joke out of not being into football - he was a Clydebank fan. Strangely enough, after Clydebank FC's spectacular demise, he actually did finally give up on it. A true 'one club' guy. Although as he had been born in Haddo House in Aberdeenshire (his mum was evacuated from Clydebank in 1942 when he was on the way) it was always something I could goad him with. It was his humour and music, and love of reading that embedded in me most. Because of him, I was brought up on The Goons and Monty Python, which I still love dearly: he insisted I sit and watch Spinal Tap one Xmas with him, which I could never thank him for enough! He knew what I wanted to do, and although my rock stardom never amounted to much, it was a salutory lesson on what not to become. His record collection had informed me what I did want to become, and he did help me a few times, almost as a critic (and boy, could he be harsh!) when I was struggling writing songs. Just playing stuff at him usually resolved it for me, and I'm pretty sure he knew that. From that then, the most bittersweet bit of it all: in his later years, the tables turned a bit; we'd redefined our relationship, and when he found out I was still writing, he'd proudly said that when he retired, he was going back to college to do creative writing. I couldn't have been happier for him, and hesitatingly he showed me a couple of poems he'd written, asked me what I thought! He passed away before he could retire, and that to me, was the cruellest blow of all. I freely admit I'm welling up thinking about it. But then, somewhere in my vast collection of junk, are his poems. I still have those.
  11. Sorry to hear your sad news: it's been a few years since my dad died, but we keep the memory alive, don't we? My dad was an electronic engineer, ex RAF instrument tech. As it happened mechanical stuff wasn't his strongest point, which was probably why the first car related story about him springs to mind, is this. We'd ended up with a Cortina estate (TAO 273 X iirc) in the late 80s cos it was decent and cheap, and he was between jobs. I ended up learning to drive in it (partly), and I was all set to take it on as my first car. Come 1990 when I'd passed my test, he had a job and a company car, but unfortunately the 'Tina had to go for cash. The two guys who turned up to buy it 'diagnosed' an engine noise as a shot crankshaft, and had it away for £notmuch. I wasn't impressed, as I was sure they were at it. One of said lads ended up taking me on as bassist in his band, and I never let him forget it! Why would a bassist need a spacious estate...? He did admit they were at it eventually, and apologised to my dad for it one night when he was round. Apology accepted, we had a bit of a laugh about it, and tea, which of course he didn't make. I did. I still miss him. Even thinking about him now, my first reaction's been to get the kettle on. That was always his second question: is the kettle on? If not, why not?
  12. Wonder how long it'll take Souter to scratch the itch of buying a fleet of assorted shite, and undercutting the opposition? Worked well enough the last time. Be interested to find out what it means for fares and service though, particularly the day tickets and the areas those cover.
  13. Mitsubishi L200 with questionable tribal graphics and a plastic 'bullbar'.
  14. Turdis, The: might be blue and British, but doesn't have to be, it's a master of disguise. Unlike its' cousin - Doctor Who's Tardis - the Turdis doesn't get unexpectedly spacious once you're in: its' deceptively short list of faults spread out in front of you exponentially, until you're screaming at it and randomly slapping controls, possibly hurtling into a hitherto unknown dimension. The only certainties with the Turdis are that you'll you'll spend a lot of time ripping bits out of it, and the monsters : attractive assistants ratio isnt favourable.
  15. Nah, he's going back in time, across the galaxy, sure. Something K(9) series? The Turdis?
  16. Yep, nail on the head. The stories about Daf's relationship with Tesco are legion, but they all end in 'yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.' Not a happy marriage, but as long as one keeps mobile and the other makes a profit, it persists. I've never mixed up AdBlue and diesel, but I have 'accidentally' mixed up white and cherry once or twice. Oops, what a shame...
  17. If Vital's copper gasket goo you've got is as good as their black RTV I've got in my toolbox, it'll be excellent. Have you tried the bodger's facing tactic of a straight edge and ally paper? The cylinder head face looks quite sooty in the pic, so that might help. Supposing you need to revisit that, which I hope you don't.
  18. @5speedracer Very much so, i don't think they do normal or quiet, and I appreciate that! They even turned out to help me when I'd pulled up and 'called it' because the dog eared Daf CF I was driving had too many electrical issues to risk it any more, in a straight piped Sprinter with more lights than a Wembley rock gig spread round it. Fitter didn't look old enough to be driving, but give him his due, he patched it up enough to finish the run. I put the old heap in the workshop after, and I'm pretty sure it 'vanished' thereafter. It was an absolute hound. @sutty2006 When I drove for Tescos, one of their own drivers (not one of us agency scumbags, much to my delight) launched a good amount of AdBlue in the fuel tank of a delivery mileage CF. This being Tesco, they argued the toss with Daf, who fixed it under warranty and covered the breakdown costs. Every time it 'mysteriously' broke down. In the end Daf had replaced the entire injection system, one piece at a time. Way back in this thread, there's a pic I posted of a Daf badged Scania T112 wrecker: that was one of said CF's last breakdowns, and it was off to the garage in Perth docks. As an illustration, the 'breakdown costs' included sending me up to Bankfoot (north of Perth) with a replacement unit to finish the run, and getting their driver back to Livingston. I asked around to see if anyone had grassed Tesco up to Daf (which I'd have done with a smile on my miserable fizzer...) and it turned out they had. More than once. Daf stuck their fingers in their ears and sang loudly...
  19. Dunno if it's the same as the freight side of the road, but there you'd find twenty consecutive MX reg'd whatevers, all the same, cos they'd called Salford Van Hire: then one outlier with a local reg cos it was specced for a particular purpose, and the leasing company had 'politely declined'. I suppose at that point, it's decision time: do without, or start making calls to get what you really need, made.
  20. I recall reading on here about going to Scarborough to collect new buses, but I hadn't thought of Volvo themselves. I suppose these days, the reg depends as much as anything on where the finance/purchasing/leasing office is. Or where the coachbuilder is, of course!
  21. We've got a fair few Plaxton Elite B9Rs up here doing the express services: mostly 65 plate on their original YX/YY area markers, although a few are BX, and I've wondered what service they were cascaded from. Always catches me out how high they rev, especially with iShift, and considering the frequent hill starts hereabouts. They do get along swiftly once they're stoked up though.
  22. Well played with the old brick magnets. Take it yours are particularly strong ones if they work from the settee.
  23. He doesn't happen to own a bunch of CZ and Jawa motorbikes does he? The guy who used to be Scottish convener of the owner's club lived up Acharacle way.
  24. I believe it is customary at this juncture, to offer you a chicken dinner, by way of congratulation and verification of one's status. Well played ­čĹĆ
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