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Yair, Jeff, Received your email, thanks mate. As soon as I clear off this site i'm going to look them up and see if I can email them. (Let THEM worry about translating into english). :devious: :devious: :devious: :devious: I'll let you know how I get on. Rick.

:classic: :classic: You beaut Seerex, Thanks for your trouble, I'll try to follow up on it. Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: :stupid: Has anyone ever heard of a company called COENEN that makes sunroofs ???? Wouldn't be surprised if they are no longer around. Can't find them on the web. I know they had patents in Europe. I'm HOPING !!!!! Rick.

:love: What is the nemisis of the Zed ??????????????? Weeeell, now, if we're talking on a personal level, the way I drive my little "Precious", any 10 year old on his pushbike could take me at the lights. Porche, Triumph, MG, Spitfires, Healeys or Zeds. Hmmm, when it all boils down to the nitty gritty, it's NOT the brand of car that counts, it's the car's preparation and the driver's experience and ability that determines who leads and who follows. In 1971 a number of 240Z's were entered in the East Africa Safari, one of the toughest races at that time on both car and driver. The Zeds totally blew away ALL oposition to take out most of the top places. They enjoyed a similar result in 1972 & 3. 240Zeds also left competitors eating dust in the Monte Carlo Rally. Rick.

:finger: Whenever I have time on my hands I go to the local animal shelter. There's always something to do to help out. The poor condition of some animals when they are brought in can make a grown man cry and I've cried on more than one occasion. I sympathise with ElaineZ, however, I agree in prinsible with both mperdue and sblake01. Perhaps Open Discussions forum with the O/T heading would have been more appropriate. I tips me hat to you Lady ElaineZ. Rick.

:ermm: Yair, Biker, ya beat me to it mate. Growing up in a suburb like Waterloo. University was seen to be for the North Shore mob. I was a gutter graduate of the School of Hard Knocks. By the age of 15 I was already much older mentally and very street wise. Rick. :devious: :devious: :devious:

ROFL Yair, Dazza, not bad mate, but I like Carl's better. After 37 years of being married to the same woman I can vouch for the acuracy of the basics of the story. I've been known to do the "After a moment of silence" bit on occasion. The first time was shortly after we were married and I pulled the blankets up over her head and held them there. I NEVER did that again. Just the thought of it brings back memories of intense PAIN. Rick.

Mate of mine just back from a trip to Western Australia showed me photos he took of a mob, herd, flock,group or whatever of Camels. A couple of the photos showed seven very, very DEAD camels strewn all over the place . They made the fatal mistake of crossing the road in front of a road train. For the benefit of the septics, a Road Train is a bloody great bit Semi pulling an extra three or four trailers. Takes a LOOOOONG time for them to stop. Rick. :sick: :sick: :sick:

kenz240Z, It's a shame you missed out on Nimbin mate, it's a real eye opener. It's a town where time seems to have stood still, time warped to stay in the 60's. You certainly would have bought tie dyed T shirts and as for wacky weed, well, I've seen it smoked openly there. You don't have to see it smoked, you can SMELL it. Every now and then the locals petition the pollys to legalise the weed but so far they've been unsuccessful. Biker, So, me old china plate, you hung around on the RIGHT side of the tracks, huh. My stomping grounds were Redfern, Surry Hills, Alexandria and Newtown. I don't understand why you were so shy of Waterloo though. Outsiders were always welcomed with open arms. Rick.

Yair, G'Day Matt, I was about to suggest All Z Parts, I've purchased all the bits and pieces for my 260Z from Warren. Nice, helpful bloke and really knows Z's. BUY THE Z Rick.

:devious: :devious: :devious: Actually Lachlan, me old mate, I know WHAT story you're refering to but if I tell, I might upset certain people who come from a State that I won't mention except to say that they might set the Rangers off after me. :devious: :devious: Rick.

LOL Hey there Pup, nice of you to drop in. UMMMMMMM, what story mate, Rick.

Well, now, Mike, My "She Who Must Be Obeyed" tells a story about a cab driver she and her girlfriends met in Egypt who was so tall that he DID have his head sticking out of the sunroof. Rick.

Nah, Mike, you're dead wrong there mate. I've done a little bit of reading on the War Between the States and realise that there's a big difference between a Yankee and a Johnny Reb. However, since all that happened in the dim, dark, distant past, as far as I'm concerned, EVERYONE who comes from the USofA is a Septic Tank. Now, I've met a heck of a lot of you septics, (from the 173rd Airborne Brigade 1965-66) and can honestly say that I only met ONE that I didn't like. :devious: :devious: Rick.

Yair Keith, Right on mate, we don't need anyones dirty laundry aired on this site. As ChrisA says, that's why I'm a member here. Z car info ontap, always a respectful, friendly atmosphere and good fun. Rick.

Tanny, I:love: :love: your sense of humour mate. Rick.

Yair, Stokesy, Our thoughts were running parralell with this one mate, 'cept I'd run a lead from a power point connected to the door handle. Of course you'd need to step it down through a transformer so it wasn't lethal but it would sure be a shocking experience for the culprits. Rick.

:devious: :devious: :devious: hls30.com Now, now Stokesy, fess up mate. You were just feeling a deep sense of guilt after being unfaithful. Are you certain that she's not just a little suspicious after all that TLC. Rick.

Yair Gavin, Even though "Precious" can be a typically bloody hard to get along with female, I still :love: her. She was born with a damn sunroof, which I have grown to absolutely HATE I intend to have a word with the bloke who did a first class job on the rust discovered when the windscreen came out, to get an idea on the feasability and cost of removing the sunroof (Which will give me a bit more headroom). Do you think that will get me back in her good books ???? Rick.

:classic: :classic: Hey BIKER, Were you one of the Balmain Bashers ???????? I was a Waterloo Wimp. Rick. :devious: :devious: :devious:

Hey there SudZ, You know mate, there are more and more of you Septic Tanks visiting the Land of Aus every year. (I reckon dear old Mikey liked Melbourne so much he's been telling all his friends). An item on the local T.V. news tonight said that 20 members of our local Army Reserve unit is going to Hawaii on exchange with 20 American servicemen. Our blokes will train over there while your blokes will experience training in Australias largest Military training area, Shoalwater Bay, situated about 50 kms north of where I live. As I've said elsewhere, I've just returned from three months of touring the Southern States. Everywhere I went I heard people talking with that weird, strange accent. Bloody Yanks were EVERYWHERE. Rick.

I called out to Barb, "Come and have a look at this". She looked at the screen and said, "A great white female WHAT?' Then I moved the mouse. "Oh, Rick, that's DISGUSTING" she said. But I noticed that she was smiling as she left. Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: Had some good fun today. Now, my "She Who Must Be OBEYED' and I have been touring the southern states for the past three months, leaving my poor little "Precious" all alone and feeling unloved in the dark garage. Talk about bitchy females !!. She,(Precious), got back at me for deserting her for three months. AS the battery was a bit low, I charged it up prior to connecting the leads, and as I walked around the rear end, gave her an affectionate pat on the bum, clinbed into the seat and turned the key. Boy was she cantankerous !! She wound the battery down almost to it's final grunt without so much as a kick regardless of my fiddling and diddling around in the engine bay so, the battery goes back on the charger again. The battery is recharged. I reconnect the leads. I tell her what a beautiful little beast she is as I tenderly turn the key. Round and round the starter motor goes and STILL nuthin'. Mumbling a string of obsenities so she couldn't hear me I decided on a desperate course of action. I disconnected the fuel line after the filter and sucked like mad. Yep, you guessed it, the bitchy little bugger spat out a mouthfull of fuel on the first suck. You ever tried to reconnect a fuel line while your eyes are watering, your nose and throat are burning and you're finding it hard to breathe ??????????? No ??? TRY IT !!! When I finally stopped gasping for breath I downed a litre of orange juice to help get the taste out of my mouth before I was game to light up a fag to help calm the nerves. I decided to give it another go. Would you believe it ??????? The little bugger started first kick. She must have figured I'd paid a high enough price for my crimes. One thing really has me worried. Three weeks from now I'll be going away for another fortnight. :ermm: Rick.

EDIT There are times I might act the fool, and times when I AM a fool but I get bloody irate when someone MAKES a fool of me. UP YOURS !!!! Rick.

ROFL Oh, POOP. Carl, WHERE did you get that one from ??????????????? Rick.