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

[busmansholiday]

You would be surprised what I can see with those headlights. When it's really dark, as in French dark, they are excellent and indeed much easier on the old eyes.

Actually, the peak response of the human eye, is, IIRC, 556 nanometers, which is exactly what yellow light is. Hence why you can seen things better but the colour response is shite.

 

Yellow is also better in fog due to being more monochromatic and therefore you don't get the prism splitting effects of minute bits of water vapour which limits the forward vision with white lights.

 

Whilst the frogs insisted on yellow lights for all french cars before WWII so anything with white lights was a legitimate target for snipers etc, yellow lights do have an advantage. Shame the EU banned it......

[barrett]

I don't think the EU banned yellow lamps, it just stopped being a legal requirement to have them whilst driving in France. Still thousands of older cars driving round France with a full compliment of selective yellow lamps, don't worry.

[Felly Magic]

Do not drive this beast to Lincolnshite EVAH

[Junkman]

I've been to Spalding once with it. Like everything else, it just shrugged it off.

[Junkman]

I don't think the EU banned yellow lamps, it just stopped being a legal requirement to have them whilst driving in France. Still thousands of older cars driving round France with a full compliment of selective yellow lamps, don't worry.

 

French headlights are either yellow, or shit.

[Dick Cheeseburger]

I dunno, the comments look correct to me.

I liked the bit where someone mentioned Fuego, and a mouth breather responded with 'Figaro'. Amazing.

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

Today Junkman, Conelrad and Squire went to a moderately indoor autojumble. They had a fun day looking at car parts on trestle tables. Since it was a such a lovely day, they decided to investigate the R16's intermittent auxiliary gauges. 

 

They waited in a pub for the light to fade, then parked in the darkest section of an unlit car park.

 

 

Squire broke out a super impressive meter thing which he used to confirm that the battery was full of electricity. 

 

 

Meanwhile Junkman used a screwdriver to confirm the dashboard was full of wires. Some of these wires contained electricity too. 

 

 

Conelrad and Squire then went for a walk because it's boring watching other people fix cars, but then the person fixing the car started yelling for a light. Conelrad and Squire's phones are full of light. 

 

 

Suddenly and unexpectedly, it became dark. This whole fixing thing was given up as a bad job and the dashboard was re-assembled by phone light. But it was not a completely wasted effort, since Squire repaired a naughty Clignotant by poking it with a screwdriver. 

 

 

The End.

[Bag'O'Spanners]

Epic.... Not sure whether to listen to some Kraftwerk or Daft Punk after reading this. Loving the Renna.

 

.....Though maybe Jean Michel Jam Jar would be more period.

[Junkman]

The only thing that would be remotely period and befitting the situation would sadly be something like this.

 

[Bag'O'Spanners]

I must say I enjoyed that too!

[Squire_Dawson]

Ah, yes. What we set out to achieve, achieved what I expected. Nothing. But, if you don't try you can't fail, and a profitable by-product of this was an effectual repair of the errant indicator, as our venerable comrade Conelrad has detailed.

[Squire_Dawson]

The autojumble was diabolically dreary, and to rub salt into the wound they tried to charge us entry twice, at 12.30 when everybody was just finishing off packing up. Despite that, RICH PICKINGS were had.

[Mally]

Apologies for missing you at Huddersfield.

Had you arrived at the correct time of 8am you could have helped me carry my bags.

Oh! and get your hands stamped going out, saves problems on re entry.

 

I almost bought the Humber framed something or other for you, but it was £85, so I left it!

[Squire_Dawson]

8 am I was still asleep. They used to give out admission tickets, no mention was made on the door of this newfangled nightclub-style system. Full bags?

[Conrad D. Conelrad]

I walked in assuming they wouldn't dare try to charge the full admission fee when half the stallholders were already packing up (at ten past twelve!!!!). That was naive. 

[Mally]

Bags were very small because free.

They have been stamping hands for years. THANK YOU, with the N the wrong way round if you wish to make your own.

If you get there at 7-30 you can walk in free all round the sides of the building.

I found this out when I once forgot to turn my clock back.

[Junkman]

I almost bought the Humber framed something or other for you, but it was £85, so I left it!

 

One of the issues I have with British Autojumbles is that pretty much everything is £85, unless it's what's left of a moped dragged out of a canal in which it's been since 1958. That would be only £1,995 then, sir.

 

Fuck that.

[Mally]

I bought a leather coat for £20, 3 years ago.

I may well be wearing it when we eventually meet, which my be sooner than you think.

I know where Glossop is.

But not in the dark.

[Squire_Dawson]

Holy shit yes, the terminally corroded motorised bicycles you would be ashamed to take to the council tip, a mere £2,000. From the same seller, a 1kg fire extinguisher with the indicator dial off the scale in the red. And he came to ask what we found so funny.

[Ghosty]

Huddersfield is terrible! I haven't been for years.

[Junkman]

Huddersfield itself is actually quite nice. It largely escaped the wrecking ball and is quite nicely refurbished.

[Ghosty]

Oh, I know that, brutalism aside it's nice. I meant the jumble.

[Junkman]

If you just were to a French autojumble, you'd find all British autojumbles woefully shit.

[Cleon-Fonte]

Yesterday Messrs Junkman, Conelrad and I did begin a journey to the top of the earth.

 

We got stuck behind dawdling moderns on the Wynnatts Pass.

 

 

Stopped to witness the spectacle of a cement works from nearby hills.

 

 

Then we paid a visit to Monsal Head, which was less blurry in real life.

 

 

The scenery didn't get much of a look in, though, as we found another Renault to ogle. The Kangoo was subjected to intense scrutiny and given a unanimous seal of approval.

 

 

After a detour into Staffordshire for a hoon over some excellent fast, sweeping roads we finally spied the top of the earth, somewhere just west of Buxton.

 

 

 

Then we made the mistake of returning to civilisation where yet again modern cars served as rolling roadblocks. This Golf driver had perfected an unusual driving technique involving riding the brakes at all times, their mechanic is presumably raking it in with all the disc and pad changes they must perform.

 

 

All in all, what better way to spend a grey, dull January day than wafting through the Peak District in old French chod?

[SiC]

All in all, what better way to spend a grey, dull January day than wafting through the Peak District in old French chod?

What better way? Well maybe in a P6 v8...?

[richardmorris]

If you just were to a French autojumble, you'd find all British autojumbles woefully shit.

Yes, but at least as 2cv jumbles, they won’t haggle.

[Cleon-Fonte]

What better way? Well maybe in a P6 v8...?

 

We came to the conclusion that the whole experience was better because we weren't in a P6 V8.

[Junkman]

It was indeed. The heater was toasty warm. It's in fact the best heater I ever experienced in a car. I didn't think the 405 heaters can be topped, but there you go.

No fuel vapourisation required mandatory breaks of 45 minutes. The only break we took was entirely voluntary having lunch at a pub.

With its new tyres the car is a joy to drive. The tramwaying is completely gone and it's weird what effect one inch more ground clearance has on uneven paths.

On the entire trip, there was only one exhaust/road surface interface at a corner that reportedly had beached a semi once.

[Junkman]

Today I received a very nice email from the previous owner of my car.

 

This is him and his brother in 1967:

 

 

 

This is him and his brother last weekend:

 

 

 

Apart from that snot green 1979 TL, he also owns this 1966 example now:

 

 

 

 

 

I say. Rah, I say.

 

He owned mine for about ten years and had bought it from an R16 preservation group in Colmar. He then sold it to some chap in Bremen, who apparently sold it to the Oldiehalle Loxstedt. When he read the article in the Auto Bild, which PShome posted earlier in this thread, he wanted to buy it back to do it up himself, but I had meanwhile snatched it away. Anyway, he is glad that I have it now and we decided to stay in contact. He has a wealth of helpful connections and is willing to avail them to other R16 owners in the UK should the need arise.

[Junkman]

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