tomfromthenorth

Yeah as above mate, really nice :thumbup1:

or before and after? Mate I don't think we need too much of an excuse to post pictures of our zeds :biggrin:

Dan you're right its not a rainbow. I asked the Winchman, its a Brocken Spectre. Give it a wiki

Sorry couldn't find a great picture but this is a bigger version of the same thing.

Mate that is a rainbow. We get them a lot hovering over the sea. All rainbows are round but you cant see that from the ground. Ill put a picture up.

I like that attitude mate :thumbup1: look forward to watching :)

Stillen???

I have a Japspeed, it's quite nice. Sounds good at idle, doesn't boom on the motorway, but quite quiet when spanking about. I sometimes would prefer a more raspy note on WOT, it's a bit bassey as it is.

I've seen that car before, what are your plans for it? The silvia is pretty cool mate :)

Welcome to the club mate :thumbup1: This is the place to be, don't forget the pictures of both your cars, and I hope you find what you're after.

:lol::lol::lol: That's thinking outside the box :biggrin:

I don't know the ins and outs of the situation, but if there is an option to keep both cars alive, take the hit if needs be, miss a show or two, but do what is best for the cars. Play the long game. Whatever you end up doing, good luck with it mate :clover:

I think that would only work if you stirred iron filings into the tea, if I am right that is uses moving magnetic fields to create the heat, by inducing current in the metal. If I am right the "element" or coil won't really get hot and that's probably why you're paying a mint for it. Clever stuff, and yeah, I want one too :drool:

Oh my life! Thats probably clingfilm teritorry!!! That just wont be funny over the next few days, you need to start on the lotions and potions :clover:

Happy birthday mate :happybday:

Love it Richard :) I don't think my poem got much air time when I put it up last time... http://www.300zx.co.uk/forums/showthread.php?177836-The-poem-of-the-petrolhead

:biggrin: well I don't twitter or anything I just write on here, if the community want to impose a 100 character limit or something on me the next chapter can be shorter! Daffy, I had a bad trip on that stuff once, never again :lol:

Oh no not another one :clover:

Haha its all true! Never seen anything like it, I hope it was entertainment to some. I am sat in Aberdeen waiting for a connection trying to hide the Dr Pepper map of Africa, stained into my shirt behind Banzai magazine :ninja:

It is 1233, a rumble signals the approach of the 1222 to Aberdeen. The windows flicker by my brain managing to make sense of the odd still image, my head scans and eyes jitter, first quite rapidly then slowing, like the carriage of a typewriter that slows as the typist tires. To my alarm the windows show a preposterous scene, I quickly land on the only two possible explanations. This is the 1222 from Seoul to Ho Chi Min, or some sort of world record game of Twister is being judged onboard. I wonder if I have a seat and check my ticket, sure enough "27A" I glance up as from left to right ...L... ...M... ...N...  Turning on my heel I run bag on shoulder coat flapping like a NY homicide detective behind me, 2 bannanas and banzai magazine slapping a dramatic Ta-too against my leg. With each carriage passed the fear of being left on the platform builds until I dive aboard, coach E. Onboard there is rather a Carnival atmosphere. for a moment I hope that the game of tetris in Samsonite around my feet is only going on in the connectoins, then as I collapse to my knees in the 40 degree heat I see the patterns in pink, zebra and paisley, tessalate the length of the train. I decide to make my assault down the alphabet before the train starts moving, I should be able to drop a few characters before I clear the platform. So I walk (like an Egyptian) long strides over those who have taken to the floor, quick foxtrots around pairs of lovers, frozen in the elbow embrace taken from the cotton eye joe, their noses in the latest thrillers. As I reach coach D I become aware of the micro communities established, like the ones you see in old pictures of the underground during rhe blitz, or in refugee camps. A ring of handbags define the boundries, their coulours represented by their decision to tie their jumpers round their waist, or from another clan to strip to the waist entirely, some from the top, others from the bottom. Sweeping aside the dangling arms from those who have laid in the cargo shelves I make my way. But then! My achilees gives way, i have taken a blow from behind. As I lie there a large girl clearing a path with her case walks over me. I scramble to my feet and follow her like a roman behind his shield, plowing through the hoardes. Broken, I decide to set up camp, acclimatise to the heat, before pushing on at Newcastle. I make friends with the 4 hipsters sat in 2 seats playing poker, and the large girl who nearly crippled me earlier. My bags and jacket between my knees. As I tell all my best twister jokes we contort as displaced travelers crowd surf past. Again 2 options stand before me, some sort of mission impossible scenario, or a platform dash at Newcastle. I feel the latter is my best bet. Spilling onto the Geordie concrete, I sprint forwards ...C... ...B... ...A... as the train hisses itself free from It's breaks I Indianna Jones myself aboard. Two men in dark colours with blackend faces stir in my direction, "Help you?" One mutters, as I mutter back something about 27A I realise that without a shovel and hat this is not the carriage I am looking for. A quick retreat and I am in the connection from B to C. This truly is the environment spoken about in hushed voices in the slums of coach F, air conditioning, light, tarquin in his poncho speaks to Sahara using a telephone! This train may not have a coach A, the fabled coach A may only exist on the train between Aberdeen and Elgin, I may never know. But I do know, that this will be my home. I pick a spot and stow my bag in the silent crisp atmosphere, careful smiles from those in jackets assist me. "Don't worry son, you can stay with us now." Settled I am only disturbed by 3 rail workers carrying crates of bottled water rearwards before returning with balled selophane and scratched faces. Triumphantly I feel between my bannanas for a Dr Pepper, stood tall smiling at my new family I open it. There is a hiss, a loud hiss, a hiss I have heard before, my stomach sinks as I grimace, the sharp sting of carbonated soda up my nose tells me my fears were well founded. A cocophony of shutting apple mac books only makes it worse. I assess the scene around me, without a word I collect my coat, my bag and my bannannas amd make my way back up the alphabet.

Yeah not normally my thing either Dan, my cousin just sold that nice white Evo 5 for being boring which led to it being a potential license loser. But it was very very good the scooby, being totally in control with an eager car is fun, I prefer the lairy zed behavior, keeps me awake :ninja:

Is that a Russian something? T 60??? I'm not too up on my tanks. Stag do type thing?

Me and Pam were discussing the spoiler, she said it was the only thing that she had been a bit worried about, incase it was too brash. I shut an eye and held my thumb up to see it without... immediately it was a 335i bmw. We reckon the spoiler looks fine, the car does stand out, but a lot of it is the lovely new and bright blue. Obviously nothing stands out like a zed :biggrin:

Happy Birthday Mark mate :happybday: :pint:

A good friend of mine is a Trauma Consultant at Elgin Hospital, she responds to stuff so has had a few blue light Subarus. As a petrol head she treated herself to a brand new WRX STI after a sucsession of WRXs. As I ran her across to Aberdeen we spent the rest of the day playing in it and I drove it about 30 miles, on a top 10 driving road :biggrin: with only about 100 miles on the clock. The bloke said they are pre run in, but we didn't kick the arse out of it, however we sympathetically started to wake the beast :) It was a very good car, the most obvious quirk of the car is it's very heavy, quick and feelsome steering. I have never driven a performance 4WD and was pleasantly suprised to find new sensations coming to me through the wheel. The car has a number of Evo-esque yaw and torque vectoring systems, there were a few times when rolling off the throttle passing apexes I actually felt the wheel turn itself in, rather than the more familiar self centering castoring I feel with RWD. It was very stiff, not frantic, or uncomfortable, to explain best i will compare it to my MX5 which gives a good stark contrast. With the Mazda. dropping a back wheel into a drain, is like kicking a shoebox, with the lid removed to watch the walls wobble about, the Subaru has the four corners so well connected that the bump is felt and forgotten with none of the San Fransisco sized aftershocks of the Mazda. The brakes were powerful with the pedal sinking a perfect inch allowing my right heel to kick the gears away on the beautifully placed gas pedal for sharp and responsive boxer 'braps' in place of the V6 'bvums' or MX5 'blips'. With this the clutch was quite stiff, but totally consistent and smooth with a forgiving bite and the 6 speed manual is very short and positive, 3rd, 4th and 5th solve most problems, perhaps second would have been an option below 40mph on the tighter stuff, but that wouldn't have been too sympathetic on the new car. The engine gave all the power you ever need, I never gave a second thought to traction, unlike in my Zed, in which for a country lane overtake, I just about file a flight plan before stepping on the Jesus pedal! It was smooth if a bit quiet, plenty of uneventful but useful torque with an unusual power delivery higher up. Perhaps a product of the slightly smaller displacement, but it seemed almost a bit artificial, the way the boost came on strongly but at the same time very smoothly with a small lag of about 3/4 sec after a plunge of the pedal. It felt like there was a slight smoothing of this delivery, as if the car's fly by wire throttle was saying "I know you have booted it, are you sure... OK lets play." This wasn't the case in Sport Hashtag mode (S#) which made the throttle a light switch. All in all I was very impressed, lovely build quality (ignore the reviews it's nice), more screens than Doc Brown's Delorian, loads of room in the back, big boot, nice extras. Most importantly, engaging drive, that doesn't unravel when you lean on it, a dump you can still hear when totally stock and heads turning from key in to key out. And I must have been one of the first people in the UK to drive one.