The perfect auxiliary dial for the shiter's dashboard

[Guest Breadvan72]

 

Although I suppose that what we really need is a gauge that shows how fucked and broken the car is at any given moment.

[Wilko220]

I think this could come in useful in future for when horses and trains etc need a rest.

[tooSavvy]

A digital display into which you could tap a reg no. as you follow a shit modern & it gives a real time readout how much the other guy is getting poorer - per - mile. Added glee might be had if it simultaneously showed how much LESS your $hiter was costing - per - mile.

 

If only they had such an 'app' for a talking Montego.......

 

tooSavvy

[Spiny Norman]

As discussed on The ASFB page last night, I fancy a CX with a Dali-esque melting clock sliding down the dashboard, rather than the disappointingly normal one fitted as standard.

It is possible I've been eating too much cheese before bedtime though.

[HillmanImp]

Many years ago I fell off a BMX trying to show off to some girls by doing some tricks that were well above my ability and borked my knee just a few days before I drove down from 'Ull to L.A for the summer in my Imp.

 

I set off and my knee was sodding killing me so I decided that I needed to get home as soon as possible to aleviate the pain so drove at full speed winding the little 875cc machine up to an indicated 90 down the M62. By the time I was on the M1, it was predictably showing signs of getting a little warmer than usual. My knee was still killing me so instead of easing off and letting it cool down I decided to pop a Rizla over the temperature gauge in a 'don't give a fuck' style until I got to Watford and the engine went pop and covered the car travelling behind me in oil.  

[tooSavvy]

...... better off with an early Imp then - Red Light of DOOM, not a temp. gauge !!

 

Spot of blootak & urr a winnah.

 

tooSavvy

[Junkman]

Is there no Shite-O-Meter?

[londonm]

Hillmanimps post echoes one of mine. Came in to a inheritance in the last year of Uni, this was years ago, and spent £350.00 quid of it on a shocking 1971 Mini Clubman. Looked ok, but it had seen better days. Set off from Bournemouth to London, on my way to Harrow dropping a friend off in Golders Green en route. Needless to say, I tore the arse out of the poor car all the way up the M3. I remember hurtling past Saabs and Beemers, their drivers looking admiringly at me as I sailed past at 90. That's what I thought at least. Got to North London in no time at all, when a big red light came came on and the car stopped. I think there was a general smell of burning oil as well. I called the RAC out, and asked the guy what was wrong with it. 'It's fucked' he said.