YRV

[NorfolkNWeigh]

Fuck the Dai hates you, I want to be able to buy a gaff like that for under £600k . That sort of money just about buys a 4 bed Barret type hutch round here ( Milton Keynes)

Not quite as grim up North as I was lead to believe, saying that if I lived somewhere like that I'd end up buying some sort of chavnutterbastard Scooby and doing an ExplosiveCabbage , just faster and harder into the scenery.

[purplebargeken]

4, 11 and 42 please.

[Timewaster]

YRV sounds a bit like Why Are We. If you say it in a German accent.

I think my keyboard works OK thanks.

 

Oh yeah. I get it now.

I thought it might be some accent based jollity. Hadn't considered Germany.

[cort16]

i always liked the yrv turbo , mostly because it has the word turbo written down the side of them in foot high letters .

 

It's not a turbo is it? Is it a turbo? Tell me it's a turbo.

[Jim Bell]

It's not a turbo. They still command PREMIUM cost.

[Jim Bell]

They were all autos too. I don't want another auto.

[Jim Bell]

Shite spec Sat nav programmed.

I know these roads like the back of my hand. Because they're written on the back of my hand.

 

Live 4 mrs Skizz Todd count: 2.75. Southerly wind increasing.

[cort16]

It's not a turbo. They still command PREMIUM cost.

Oh

[skattrd]

YRV turbos can be found cheap ... generally with borked gearboxes.

[Jim Bell]

YRV turbos can be found cheap ... generally with borked gearboxes.

I've had my fill of this kind of thing for the time being.

[rantingYoof]

The cryptic sat nav is genius. Alternatively, you might persuade someone you are playing Battleships on the largest board ever constructed and the writing is merely helping you remember where that damn destroyer is.

 

I'd never seen a YRV until this thread. I love it. Best of luck to you - you deserve some after the S80 flail.

[chrisjvm]

Shite spec Sat nav programmed.

I know these roads like the back of my hand. Because they're written on the back of my hand.

Live 4 mrs Skizz Todd count: 2.75. Southerly wind increasing.

Only piece of low tech kit available from the Fatherland. ... 'German band' Sat Nav!

[Jim Bell]

Well that did not go as planned.

 

Home though. Updates to follow.

[dollywobbler]

*grabs popcorn*

[Mr A Lawrence]

"Grabs beer and popcorn" and the chair next to dollywobbler.........

[billyboy406v6]

Did you read your navigation notes backwards to get home ?

[Cavcraft]

This thread is about 10.5 hours long now. How much did you get for the car?

[320touring]

c'mon, I gotta go out for dinner at 7..

[dollywobbler]

Facebook reportage suggests he's now at the stage some of us know well. Paying your co-driver with a lovely meal. There are upsides to non-train collection capers. They're a rare treat for me. 

[anonymous user]

Good luck

[andy18s]

Oh and if it is a Daihatsu with a K3-VE2 motor can I get dibs after you please Mr_Shitpez.

They're cracking engines and currently level with K-series 1.4 on my wanted but never owned engines.

Would sir care to step this way?.....

 

http://autoshite.com/topic/23524-ex-pbk-rover-214-si-for-sale/

[Jim Bell]

Ok.  This isnt really that interesting to be honest.

 

 

We set off early because we are polite mother fuckers. 

 

 

To infinity and Beyond!!

 

 

 

 

 

Straight away we hit bother.  The Central Motorway was closed northbound which meant all the traffic and none of the moving over the Tyne Bridge.

 

 

"Fuck this shit" I said to the missus.  We'll dive through Low Fell and get on the A1 up to the A69 (I told you this wasnt interesting.

 

 

 

 

Passed the Angel and traffic stopped. Solid.  The A1 past the Metrocentre is a car park under construction.  We creep for 30 mins.

 

OK.  Now we are going to be late.

 

Stop at McDonnalds for a poo. (3.75 total poos at this point).

 

 

 

FINALLY get out of traffic and open the taps.

 

 

 

Whos this Joker?

 

I can take him.

 

I has a K Series!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blew him into the weeds.

 

 

And by that I mean I slowed down to admire his bad sports car.

[Jim Bell]

We then followed the directions on my hand.  Which were faultless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately, when we got within five miles of our destination, onto the single lanes and tracks, we got absolutely lost and ended up in a field.

 

 

We retraced our steps and drove in circles for half an hour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ask this fella.  He looks local.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was no help.

[Jim Bell]

We drove around in circles a bit more and by sheer fluke we went through a gate and down a hill wheich deposited us at the farm we had been looking for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooray!  You have reached your destination!

[Jim Bell]

The bad news is that we are 2 hours late, the car is locked and theres nobody at home.

 

 

Theres also no mobile phone signal.

 

 

 

We think.

 

 

 

Maybe we better head back to that village and see if we can find a pub with a phone.

 

 

 

 

 

Back past the sheep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holy shits.  Whats that?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no idea. 

 

 

 

 

While looking for a pub, we find something called a Phone In A Box.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For those not familiar with A Phone In A Box, its basically a phone in a metal tin, that you can put £2 into if you want to speak to someone for 7 seconds.  Then you get cut off.

 

 

No answer at the Sellers address, but I did leave a 7 second voice mail message on his mobile that he couldnt answer because theres no fucking signal in the courtyside.

[Jim Bell]

We find a pub.

 

Me: "can I have some change for the phone in a box please"

 

Countrysider: "No. You have to buy a drink".

 

Me: "ok thanks.  Diet coke please. Wheres your gents?"

 

 

I then had what can only be described as a RAGE SHIT.  I will speak no more of it.  Poo count now 4.74 for those filling there poop count book in at home.

[Jim Bell]

More money goes in phone in a box, with dissapointing results.  

 

 

See middle aged woman with her hair in bunches carrying 2 Jack Russels.

 

 

 

I suggest to the missus that we call it a day and head home.

 

 

Bless her, she suggests heading back to the farm just in case anyones come home.

 

 

We return to the farm:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Theres nobody there.

 

 

 

Though the view is nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We both sigh and resign ourselves to going home.

 

 

 

 

Blue Fiat 500 bounces down the lane.  Middle aged blonde woman gets out with two Jack Russels and bunches in her hair.

 

"oh hi! have you come for the little car?  I'd given up on you."

[Jim Bell]

I was so happy that I just gave her the money, started the car, and drove off with the V5.

 

 

Lets get the hell out of the counrtyside, I sad inside my own head.  I'm sure the missus heard though, because she nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And off we sped.   It took about 40 mins to get home.  I barely kept up with the missus in the GTI.  I would later find out that she was bursting for a piss.

[BorniteIdentity]

Hooorah!

 

This has confirmed everything I previously feared about "North".  No communications infrastructure, dogs that resemble big rats and pubs you have to pay to shit in.

 

Hope it serves you well chap.  After the ball ache with the Volvo - you've got to be owed a winner now.

[Jim Bell]

Now!

 

 

The car!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It stared on the button.  Brakes were fine after 5 corners.

Everything works, even the Air Con!

 

 

It drives lovely.  Bit firm, but I'll forgive it that.  It really reminds me of the Ignis in its internal dimentions.  Theres loads of room for such a small car and the 1.3 doesnt half pull it up to 60 in a hurry.

 

I threw is round the lanes with far too much gusto and nearly came a cropper.  It does feel very planted and maybe lulls you into a false sense of security.  When we got back the missus said i was leaning it a bit.

 

Great little car.

 

 

If I ad to critisize it, I would say that the shift is a bit stiff.  Maybe that will ease off.