Mines been off a few times, Bumper sits fine. But i have the smallest dent in my nose cone in the middle that makes the bumper looks like is on arseways!
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Mines been off a few times, Bumper sits fine. But i have the smallest dent in my nose cone in the middle that makes the bumper looks like is on arseways!
yeah? I've no dents, had it off a few times and was fine. Took it off to put in new spots the other day and now I have a small gap. Think it might be an issue with the runners on the sides. Handy enough to fix. Think I sold all the front bumpers I had. Have a coupe of M ones there. Surely the same I imagine.Quote:
Originally Posted by RossYB
Had a courier delivery earlier (Cosworth parts from the UK)
Wrong phone number was on the docket, UPS are using the Post Code system now.... Brought them direct to the door. (I'm awkwardish to find in the countryside)
Nice to see the system working. :)
Random post of the day, totted up my fuel bills this month and it came to 335.1 Euro exactly :D
jesus I need to cut the miles and get a bigger engined car so! :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
335.i you mean :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
Do it ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Venom
Was in Frank Keanes today, whats this BMW Genius all about? Like the Apple Geniuses?! :huh:
Also with the F32 335's, the Diesel is faster, according to Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BMW_4_Series_(F32)
^ Basically.
AFAIK Not a sales person, But someone who has product knowledge and knows all about the current BMW line up... If someone is wanting to then buy they pass them onto the sales person.
yeah seems a bit like that. It sounds like a marketing/lead generation idea. Could be good for themQuote:
Originally Posted by RossYB
Ratchet spanners back in Aldi.
Also or lidl ? Can't see them on the aldi website , look any good any idea of sizes
You're in luck Gar as I picked up a set. 100% aldi. Sizes are 8, 10, 13, 14, 17.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gar
Thanks Dave will have a look in my local
^ How much? I picked up a set in Halfords 8-19mm for €50 a while back.
They run half price offers every so often.
I think it was 14 snots, Ross.Quote:
Originally Posted by RossYB
So there's a programme in RTE1 right now basically saying rural Ireland is feiced.
On the news there was coverage of hundreds and thousands of refugees sleeping outside the train station in Budapest.
Can we not offer somewhere to live to some of these people and bring critical mass back to some of the towns and villages that are dying due to a lack of people? I'm not saying get the chequebook out with benefits, just to give them a shot in life
Ps yes I know we have tons of poor / homeless / destitute people in ireland too
Was the other side of that to do with lack of amienties? I agree but also paddy never does the logical thing it seemsQuote:
Originally Posted by JohnH
It was. But if the choice for someone is to walk thousands of km to sleep on a footpath / direct provision centre or repopulate a derelict town you'd have a pretty willing population which might bring critical mass back to the towns resulting I demand for amenitiesQuote:
Originally Posted by Venom
Agreed. Caught the second half of the show. Was interesting to see the failed schemes that were in place over the years. Irelands worst roads is on now, surely good rant material for us too :DQuote:
Originally Posted by JohnH
This shooting in America this evening is a whole new level of disturbing
This guy worked in the news station apparently, terrifying for those involved and a sickening act on so many levels
https://youtu.be/qUTRfG50j9Q
https://youtu.be/SNgJiCGFazE
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Quote from
Sled Driver
by Brian Shul.
There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe, even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.
It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.
I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us and tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions and when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.
We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot who asked Center for a read-out of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground." Now the thing to understand about Center controllers was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the "Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.
Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed in the Beech. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren.
Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check." Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a read-out? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground." And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.
Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it the click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if it was an everyday request.
"Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground." I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."
For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice when L.A. came back with, "Roger that Aspen. Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one." It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on frequency were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
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Does any one here know would the medium case anti roll bars on an e36 fit when a large case diff m3 evo rear end
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Goodbye Cork, hello Limerick! (again) :D
Just move to Kerry and be done with it :tounge:Quote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
Does that mean you're staying in Ireland Peter? Are you keeping the 335?Quote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
For another while anyway :) I'm not working at the moment so the 335 is still for sale, it's taxed till the end of September, will put another 3 months on it and see how things pan out. The more I think about it the less it makes sense to sell it though to be honest. It's reliable, it's economical when driven at all sensibley (Computer showing 31mpg at the moment), and it's just a pleasure to drive. I'd say tax is the only downside compared to a smaller engined car, anything else is false economy unless I get a much cheaper car.
Fookin eck, I'm at 24 :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
See, nonsense to even think about selling it, it'll be the very one your regret!
Is that city driving??Quote:
Originally Posted by ciars
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That's sensible mixed driving - city, backroads, dual carriage way, and motorway :)
I'm currently at 19:happy::happy:Quote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
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Offsets the M5's 22mpg
Backroads, no N roads and a 15 min commute at present. It might see the motorway twice a fill up, again for short hops over to some mates.Quote:
Originally Posted by 318 iS Cosmos
Was floating around Cork (last minute) at the weekend, had the eyes peeled when at Mahon Point on Saturday.Quote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
Sensible as well or "on it"?Quote:
Originally Posted by 318 iS Cosmos
Car was parked up Saturday what with the packing and all that, keep your eyes peeled when you're in Limerick from now on :DQuote:
Originally Posted by ciars
You're moving to limerick for the foreseeable Peter?
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Yep, I'm here since Sunday. Everything's up in the air at the minute but here for now :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Paddy
Best of luck with the new adventure so Peter! May try organise a trip to Limerick so!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Peter-E36
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I see your 19 with my 16!Quote:
Originally Posted by 318 iS Cosmos