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:finger: I had a similar problem of suffering the degredation of having my "Precious" parked near a 911. The only consolation was that it was obvious to all that my Zed had far more style and grace. Rick.

:devious: :devious: :devious: I haven't been able to even get NEAR this computer lately. My "She who can do anything" has a computer in her sewing room. The other day it went on strike demanding more free time, more memory and less sewing, patchwork and digitised programs. I arrived home from a very soul destroying round of golf to find MY computer had been seconded to the role of HER computer while the sick one was at the vets. Now I've got this one back again so, (as the dero pilot who destroyed the spaceship in Independence Day said), I'M BAA--AAK. Rick.

G'Day there morfirst, When I wanted to have "Precious" painted in it's original colour, I contacted the local Nissan dealer. He asked for the engine number and body number and called me the next day with the paint code which I passed on to the bloke at the paint shop, who called up Nissan on his computer, entered the paint code and up came the list of ingredients and volumes required to blend that colour. Hope this helps. Rick.

G'Day there George, The paint job on "Precious" has a gold pearl over the bronze which makes it SPARKLE in the sun. Mate, you've no doubt seen those paint jobs that change colour as you walk past it?. If I'd done "Precious" in a Bronze chamelion, she would have looked like a rainbow going past. When we placed the sample strip in the headlight well and running up onto the edge of the bonnet the colour change was dramatic. It had greens, blues, reds and bronze hues fading into each other. MAGNIFICENT !!!!! Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: :stupid: A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that "Precious" had developed a noise that I couldn't locate. Well, I found the problem. The screw that secures the base of the radio antennae had loosened and fallen out, allowing the base to move and contact the bodywork whenever the car hit a bump. A couple of minutes with a drill and fitting a small nut and bolt and, HEY PRESTO !!!!!!! NO MORE NOISE,. Thanks to those who suggested possible causes. Rick.

:cheeky: :cheeky: :cheeky: Just a suggestion, but have you thought of going with chamelion ? The bloke who did the paint job on "Precious" tried hard to talk me intodoing her in Bronze chamelion. Samples looked FANTASTIC !!!!!!!!! but I just couldn't afford it. As he said, most cars you see that used chamelion don't show the paintwork to it's best advantage as they have so many flat panels but as the Zed bodywork is all curves it would show the paint to it's best advantage. It would want to at a THOUSAND BUCKS A LITRE. Rick.

:classic: :classic: :classic: :classic: Yes, I agree with George. While I like conversing with my fellow Aussies ('cause we're ALL nice blokes), I particularly enjoy the friendly bantering with our septic tank friends. Rick.

ROFL ROFL Can't help but wonder which one's a photo of Mike ?????? I think perhaps the one with the beer keg. Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: :stupid: :stupid: Oh, POOP, Sorry Carl, I somehow missed the water buffalo one the first time. Loved It. Anyone who has ever had one of the bloody things come charging at him would be more than happy to be able to light the wick. Rick.

I got to thinking about some of the threads we've had recently, regarding who we are, where we come from etc. and I thought perhaps we could share with each other an insight into the women in our lives. Let's face it, even though, (as the saying goes), "we can't live with 'em and we can't live without 'em", we'd be lost without them so, to get the ball rolling, let me introduce my wife, Barb. Anyone who saw the movie "The man from Snowy River" would have marvelled at the riding skills of the horsemen. I've seen Barb, standing in the stirrups, leaning forward almost parralell to the horses neck, leaping fallen trees, ducking under branches and yelling herself hoarse, (no pun intended), with excitement while we were running the brumbies. I've seen photos that were taken before we met, taken under water on the Great Barrier Reef, showing her in a scuba outfit, patting a bloody great, giant grouper, taken during an expedition with Ben Cropp. As a young woman she raced a Mini Cooper S at the local track. When we had a farm, she helped me build the tractor shed, dug as many post holes as I did when fencing the place, took her turn on the snigging chain and the tractor when were clearing the land. Ask her to pas a shifter or a half/nine and she knows what you're talking about. She knows the difference between a flat tip and a phillips head. And yet, with all that, she is still a very feminine woman. Do you get the impression that i'm proud of her ? Damn right I am. O.K. who's next ??????????? Rick.

Carl wrote "Here's one for Rick (1 Bravo 6) and all of the Aussie gang". Carl, I had a bloody good chuckle over them BUT !!! It's the New Zealanders, (Kiwis), who get a little overexcited at the sight of a wooly coat, not Aussies. Never the less, I loved "em all. Rick.

Bambi wrote In part, "Roasting the tyres in 3rd and 4th gear while going uphill" :cross-eye :cross-eye :cross-eye :cross-eye That being the case Carl, I can't help wondering whether he has shares in the tyre company or perhaps the family owns a rubber plantation and he does his bit towards keeping the company in business. Rick.

A woman was out walking with her then 4 year old daughter. The four year old picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. Mum said, "Don't do that". Miss 4 asked, "Why ?". "Because it's been laying outside, it's dirty and covered in germs". Miss 4 said, "WOW! how do you know all this stuff ?." "Uh,---Um, it's on the mummy test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a mummy." "Oh!" They walked along in silence for two or three minutes and miss 4 was evidently pondering this new information. "I GET IT!" she cried. "Then if you fail, you have to be the daddy." Rick.

A bloke walks into a public toilet where he finds two cubicles, with one already occupied. He enters the other one, closes the door, drops 'em and sits down. A voice then comes from the next cubicle,"G'day mate, how're you goin'" Thinking this is a bit strange but not wanting to be rude he replies,"Yeah, not too bad thanks". After a short pause he hears the voice again, "So, what are you up to mate ?". Again answering reluctantly, but unsure what to say, replies, "Ahhh, just having a quick poop. How about yourself ?". He then hears the voice for the third time......"Sorry mate, I'll have to call you back, I've got some d#*^head next to me answering all my questions". Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: OOOHHHH, I think one people year is the equivalent to a dog's seven years. HMMMM, let's see. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE ?????? Bloody heck Carl, I ain't THAT old mate. Rick.

:stupid: :stupid: :stupid: :stupid: UMMMMMMMMM, Have you tried looking through the member's gallery yet mate ??????????? I'm sure there'll be at least one in there. Rick.

:tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth Enrique, Now I wish i'd asked the question before I had discovered that I was double jointed in the wrist, thumb, index finger and elbow. Rick.

Until today, my "She who is always right even when she's wrong" had only driven "Precious" at a steady crawl that didn't even cause the speedo needle to vibrate while I hung on precariously while trying to locate some mysterious noise. A local country school held a Country Fair today and had requested our car club to show off some of our cars. Now, my "She who maintains to be a better driver than me" has NEVER had a decent drive of the Zed so, trying to earn a few brownie points, I handed her the keys and suggested that she drive home. She followed my instructions regarding the use of the choke etc., selected "D" for drag and accelerated. Now, "Precious" is rather touchy in the go pedal and we were parked on grass. Yep, you guessed it, in two seconds flat we'd left a zig zag twin trail of torn grass as we fish tailed across the paddock. Did she panic ????? Did she cry out in fright "Oh, gosh darn it". (Well, she IS a lady). Did she slam on the brakes ????? NO, she calmly brought the car under control, slowed as she turned onto the bitumen and took of like a flying fart in an outback dunny. I'M MARRIED TO A BLOODY 58 YEAR OLD HOON. I'm hiding the keys from now on. Rick.

:tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth Nice try Carl, but it's only a couple of months ago that a brand spanking new, second hand, reconditioned diff replaced the old worn out one. E-Brake = Emergency brake ?????????????????? We call 'em Hand Brakes. Didn't think of that one, thanks mate, I'll check it out. Rick.

I can afford to have a bit of a laugh mate, I've BEEN THERE. Nick's right, the center console MUST come out in order to fit the radio. BUT TAKE IT EASY. If it's an original console it's likely for the plastic to be a bit brittle. Movement will be constricted by the gear stick and choke cables so, unless you disconnect these obstacles, you won't have much room to manouver the console. If you opt to disconnect the choke cables, a stub handled phillips head is needed plus the ability to be double jointed. It helps to magnetise your screwdrivers so as to avoid dropping screws into hard to get at places. Rick.

:devious: :devious: :devious: :devious: How to speak about women and be politically correct. 1. She is not a BABE or a CHICK... She is a BREASTED AMERICAN. 2. She is not a SCREAMER or a MOANER... She is VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE. 3. She is not EASY... She is HORIZONTALLY ACCESSABLE. 4. She is not DUMB... She is a DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY. 5. She is not an AIRHEAD.... She is REALITY IMPAIRED. 6. She does not get DRUNK... She gets CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED. 7. She does not have BREAST IMPLANTS... SHE is MEDICALLY ENHANCED. 8. She does not NAG YOU... She becomes VERBALLY REPETATIVE. 9. SHE does not have MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS... She is PECTORALLY SUPERIOR. The above is not necessarily my opinion. Rick.

:devious: :devious: :devious: :devious: G'Day there 2Many, Absolutely NONE of them apply to me. I.m not THAT old yet. After all, I'm only 25 going on 60. Rick.

:tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth :tapemouth Biker, No Chris, it's not the transverse link (I DID give it a good tug). In fact, I gave everything I could lay my hands on a good tug, shove, twist, push, squeeze and, yes, even a pull. I've tested the tightness of every nut and bolt I can lay a spanner on. I've climbed into the back and bounced up and down, even had "She who is the boss" drive while I curled up in the foetal position in the back trying to locate the noise. All to no avail. Any more suggestions ?????????????? PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rick.

:classic: :classic: Yep, Zmefly and Gav240Z are absolutely correct. I've always found that we fruitcakes from the Land Down Under get along pretty well with septic tanks in particular. Perhaps it's because of similarities in our cultures. (On the other hand, maybe it's because you lot are larrikins like us). Rick.

:sick: No Victor, that's not the problem. The "bung" at the top screwed down nicely, no movement of the cartridge. Noise only occurs when hitting a bump and appears to be coming from a more central location in the rear. I intend to check out the mounting of the fuel tank tomorrow to see if that's the problem. Any more suggestions anyone ????? Rick.