The Epic Austrian owned R16 from Germany doing French things in a Parallel Universe near England Saga

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

Are the red seats in yet? They'll add some musty goodness. 

[Junkman]

Thanks for explaining, JM.

 

Is the difference in turn-in noticeable?

 

I'd love to have a go in one!

 

Ben

 

The turn-in is equally shitty left or right.

R16s are classic understeerers and I can't drive FWD to save my life anyway.

[Junkman]

Are the red seats in yet? They'll add some musty goodness. 

 

At the moment only the rear seat is in. It's mustyness is insufficient.

[Junkman]

Showed the reg pics to the French.

 

 

Registered 1967 in Paris, the one that your R 16 received when it was put into circulation ...

 

It's not an R16. It's an R16 first registered in Paris!

And I can prove it!

How full of fucking win is that?

[Felly Magic]

You need to get a packet of Gitanes ciggies to smoke when driving this

[Junkman]

You show me where I can get them in Nanny Island and I buy the Gitanes.

[somewhatfoolish]

Junkman nipping down to the shops for a pint of milk.

[BorniteIdentity]

Have you decided what style of plates to put on?

[Junkman]

Yes, I ordered pressed silver on black ones.

[Junkman]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5D4QabIegA

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvbs7duNwkY

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pnt-mghqnM

 

 

 

 

 

 

[vulgalour]

You're going to have fun reinstating that old car smell because first you've got to get rid of the new paint smell.  The latter can be assisted by leaving all the doors open on a warm day for a long time.  Good luck with that one.  The former can be achieved by leaving all the doors and windows closed and parking it in strong sunshine for several hours.  Good luck with that one too.

 

I've had great success reviving the proper smell of my various cars by parking them in full sunlight on those rare two or three days we get it.  Old sheets/curtains that have been stored in a shed seem to help pull out new solvent/paint smells and inject old mustiness, old books unfortunately seem not to.

 

Smells; the one thing restorers always forget to put back.

[Junkman]

Why don't they sell air fresheners in old car smell flavour?
Or aerosol tins?
 
 

Character; the one thing restorers always forget to put back.

EFA.


Anyway, the potential smell restorers are in place now.

[richardmorris]

A ginger interior!

[mercrocker]

I keep a load of old BMC underfelts.   They smell like an old Gannex raincoat a tramp pissed on in a Routemaster in 1974.  While smoking a Capstan. 

 

I insert them under whatever cheap and nasty carpet has been inflicted on a "restored" car.    Sometimes you need to simulate years of leakiness by leaving a window open in the rain but eventually it gets there.

[Junkman]

I CAN HAZ INSHURE!

 

Now waiting for the postman to scrape by the Green Lean Machine to drop those ruddy PL8S off.

[JeeExEll]

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

How did the insurance price compare to the Granada?

[Magnificent Rustbucket]

XJ40 made way for the Green Lean Machine.

 

 

I thought it probably had done.

[Junkman]

How did the insurance price compare to the Granada?

 

54 OMGBHP are a lot more expensive to insure than 150.

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

Makes sense. 

 

I thought it probably had done.

 

I walked away content it'd gone to a good home.

[Junkman]

I honestly don't know what the fuck is wrong with this World.

 

After finally having received my V5C, Friday 11/08 I ordered a set of proper numberplates with 48h delivery.

As of today, the plates have not shown up, because Hermes.

After three attempts, the seller finally saw it fit to pass me the tracking number. Nothing else, mind.

The status - when entered on the Hermes website - is delayed, investigating.

 

You know what? I had enough of this computer shit.

I sent the seller a nasty email even for my demanding standards and opened a case with eBay.

In the meantime, I'm happliy hooning around with a set of plates courtesy of Conelrad, printed on paper and shrink wrapped.

Should any of her Majesty's myrmidons have an issue with that, I'm afraid he chose the wrong place and moment.

Because I'm well and truly fed up with that stupid bollox.

[DodgeRover]

I just vinyl cut mine and stick them on top of an old plate

[Eddie Honda]

Should any of her Majesty's myrmidons have an issue with that

They won't, because way before nineteen- canteen.

[Junkman]

All the while I'm waiting for the still not arrived numberplates to arrive, plus expect the now ordered with a different supplier numberplates to not arrive either, I was watching some films.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I find really fascinating is how much smaller the small cars were that were dwarfed even by an R16

and how we were incrementally coaxed into accepting the humungously bloated rolling jabbas

we have today.

[Squirrel2]

Well found!

 

R16s occasionally appeared in episodes of 'Van der valk', seventies TV series starring Barry Foster, if you have a bit of time.

 

The 16 was advertised as a big car by Renault but appears dinky nowadays.

 

Squirrel2

[richardthestag]

As of today, the plates have not shown up, because Hermes.

After three attempts, the seller finally saw it fit to pass me the tracking number. Nothing else, mind.

The status - when entered on the Hermes website - is delayed, investigating.

 

 

Hermes manage to deliver one package to me last week, not your plates mind. Every single other delivery this year has been a fiasco.

 

I dont buy from ebay if seller insists on myherpes to loose the package for them/me

[Junkman]

Anyway, thanks to the interim plates fashioned by Mr Conelrad,

 

 

a semi legal extended cruise through the Peak District took place this last weekend and the car didn't put a foot wrong.

 

 

This changed dramatically when we later decided to try out the visibility the headlights provide after dark. It culminated in one of them not working, of course (this is a French car after all).

Once coaxed into life by sophisticated contact wiggling, it was revealed that now the brightest light the car emitted was the single general OMGPANIKYO light they put in the dashboard to replace oil and temp gauges, which naturally caused much panic.

 

An immediate shut down and ad hoc health check ensued, not resulting in any untoward discoveries. Also, on restart, the light remained off, making the headlights being now the brightest light source of the car, but it turned out they weren't bright enough even for a well illuminated suburban street.

In fact, there was no noticeable difference between sidelights and dipped beam when viewed from inside the car. Even I had to conclude that yellow Bilux bulbs are shit, despite they were made before 1986.

 

Besides, only 50 yards after the restart, The Holy Light Of Impeding Grenadisation came back on, resulting in yet another hectic shut off and senseless actionism of much headless chickenness.

 

Since again nothing unusual revealed itself, it was decided to abort the mission and return as close to the Junkbase as the car will make it before it explodes. However, during the entire return trip, the light remained off and the car didn't display any signs of anything being wrong. It has now been concluded to relegate the light to the same Fake News department the Ammeter is in, thus ensuring that next time it's only taken seriously after the Seize's engine has seized.

 

The headlight issue has now been adressed, which was successful, at least to Autoshite standards.

Instead of not working at all, the driver's side light is now at least flickering and these

 

 

have been replaced with their Halogen equivalents.

 

A nighttime test has hitherto not been carried out, though, but I expect it will now be merely shite, no longer shit..

[Junkman]

Oh, and the sending unit for the fuel gauge has done a Peugeot.

[Junkman]

It just occurred to me what a hoot it must be to drive a taxi in Paris without a fart of a wing mirror.

 

 

Note that most of them didn't have any.

[Uncle Jimmy]

There was a young man from Vienna, who bought an encrusted Renner...