So we've had 13 years of club life, been good eh? (rhetorical).
Yes we've had our clashes, fall outs and our fair share of crap but it's been overwhelmingly positive experience from my point of view.
I took a bit of a step back more recently as fatigue was setting in, oh and the fact I sold my mk1.5 'Zombie' so felt my impetus somewhat lacking. Time passed and being the type of person who doesn't like to give up I mooted the idea to my co-founder Paul Woods about where we can
Updated 01-03-2017 at 19:01 by nik
Bought a pair of overalls. This shit is getting serious now.
Armed with a righteous lack of knowledge and knowhow - I have embarked on my biggest MR2 related task to date… New suspension, new braided brake lines and new brake Callipers - what the feck could go wrong, eh?
A month ago (Edit: a few months ago now) I received a package ‘almost’ as cool as the Fonz himself, from BC Racing containing, surprisingly enough, a set of coil-overs. Happy Days. (CUT TO: Several
Finally, finally got around to replacing an offside front drop-link. To say it was stubborn would be an understatement. However, it was a deep and personal journey for me - as I discovered I had tourette’s. Not a case of ‘mild’ tourettes – this was the full-blown syndrome. The word combination was spectacular – and for the most part anatomically impossible.
Anyway, apart from the drop-link - I also changed the front discs. EBC’s. Don’t know if they’ll be any good. Was simply suckered
A few weeks ago I received a dodgy looking brown parcel - I knew it was either a MASSIVE pigmy porn collection I won off eBay or, and most likely, set of 4 brake discs and Yellow Stuff pads from EBC. It was the brakes.
The following Saturday morning - myself, me, moi and I and my youngest off-spring decided to change all the discs and pads. Well, I decided to do it - the off-spring wanted to watch Ben and Hollies Little Kingdom.
After jacking up the car (not drugs)
Okay. Okay. So, been a while. Got a new Mr2 Mk3. The old Mk1 fell apart - from the inside out - like a prolapsed anus. It was a real shame - I loved that car. Well, love might be too strong a word. I 'liked' it, considerably - like custard.
The new Mk3 is a 2000. In epileptic green. The front end rattles like a couple of gay skeletons wanking each other off in a dustbin. But that's ok. The brakes squeal like a (insert legal version of what I was going to write here). But that is