Shite Introduction

[Junkman]

A cracking selection of cars, and an ability to string words together in an amusing fashion.

 

Welcome!

 

Thanks.

 

It's all very well for you. You don't have to live with my cars. Or my cerebral gyri.

And I'm not making this up. There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

[Junkman]

A cracking selection of cars, and an ability to string words together in an amusing fashion.

 

Welcome!

 

Thanks.

 

It's all very well for you. You don't have to live with my cars. Or my cerebral gyri.

And I'm not making this up. There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

[Morgan84]

There's something really lovely about 1980's french velor

[Morgan84]

There's something really lovely about 1980's french velor

[Junkman]

There's something really lovely about 1980's french velor

 

Yeah, it's 1980s French electrics that suck in 2012.

[Junkman]

There's something really lovely about 1980's french velor

 

Yeah, it's 1980s French electrics that suck in 2012.

[Morgan84]

Id rather 1980's electrics than present day ones !

[Morgan84]

Id rather 1980's electrics than present day ones !

[Junkman]

Very true.

[Junkman]

Very true.

[AeroNautiCal]

There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

 

Of course there were, it's a french car...

 

You have more stacking boxes than George Utz.

 

That apart, hello and welcome!

[AeroNautiCal]

There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

 

Of course there were, it's a french car...

 

You have more stacking boxes than George Utz.

 

That apart, hello and welcome!

[Junkman]

There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

 

Of course there were, it's a french car...

 

You have more stacking boxes than George Utz.

 

That apart, hello and welcome!

 

Thanks!

 

Which reminds me. I urgently need to order a few more of those stacking boxes...

[Junkman]

There were snails living in the underbonnet fuse box of the BX.

 

Of course there were, it's a french car...

 

You have more stacking boxes than George Utz.

 

That apart, hello and welcome!

 

Thanks!

 

Which reminds me. I urgently need to order a few more of those stacking boxes...

[Pete-M]

No, I don't.

 

Perfect. Welcome. I like the P6B, had an equally brown one years ago. Love 'em.

[Pete-M]

No, I don't.

 

Perfect. Welcome. I like the P6B, had an equally brown one years ago. Love 'em.

[Junkman]

No, I don't.

 

Perfect. Welcome. I like the P6B, had an equally brown one years ago. Love 'em.

 

Aren't they just adorable? Mine meanwhile has a Mango interior. How's that for shite?

[Junkman]

No, I don't.

 

Perfect. Welcome. I like the P6B, had an equally brown one years ago. Love 'em.

 

Aren't they just adorable? Mine meanwhile has a Mango interior. How's that for shite?

[Morgan84]

I have a soft spot for a nice P6,but like them in 'Almond' as a overall favorite

[Morgan84]

I have a soft spot for a nice P6,but like them in 'Almond' as a overall favorite

[Junkman]

No ferkin way. The car still has the paint code sticker underneath the bonnet. I'm not going to dress the old lady in different clothes than what she's worn the past 38 odd years. Apart from that, Mexico Brown is just so nicely shite that I can't resist it and everyone who knows me, keeps telling me that the car suits me to the ground. If you knew what I look like, you'd likely agree.

 

You guys cannot possibly imagine what I went through with the car hitherto. And I can't sell it. The car is possessed and tried to either kill me outright on countless occasions, or drive me into an early grave. To pass it on, would be 1st degree murder! It is my Nemesis (which is her name btw.). I am going to die in it, or the car will die with me. Believe me, for once, I am serious.

[Junkman]

No ferkin way. The car still has the paint code sticker underneath the bonnet. I'm not going to dress the old lady in different clothes than what she's worn the past 38 odd years. Apart from that, Mexico Brown is just so nicely shite that I can't resist it and everyone who knows me, keeps telling me that the car suits me to the ground. If you knew what I look like, you'd likely agree.

 

You guys cannot possibly imagine what I went through with the car hitherto. And I can't sell it. The car is possessed and tried to either kill me outright on countless occasions, or drive me into an early grave. To pass it on, would be 1st degree murder! It is my Nemesis (which is her name btw.). I am going to die in it, or the car will die with me. Believe me, for once, I am serious.