Exploding Volkswagens

heheheheh, my dad's first car, it was a .......... SIMCA. my dad's second car, it was a........... SIMCA. MY DAD'S THIRD CAR IS NOT A SIMCA AND HAS NOT EXPLODED YET.

nice thread btw...

No but Padraic first kissed me in his Ford Orion and it was explosive. He leant over and said "The sun roof leaks by the way" (It was raining) - possibly the most romantic words i've ever heard uttered!

Yes. And in reflection it was so funny. I was going along nicely in me ford escort. Where there should have been a floor for the drivers seat, there was a large hole. The drivers seat was supported by two peaces of 2x4 wood and I was held in mainly by chair providences or luck. Suddenly, there was an almighty bang! The car rolled to an stop. This old bloke, 'seeing I had car trouble', comes over and insist on having a look at the engine. So I pop the bonnet for him. I remember his words as if it were yesterday. "Looks like engine trouble mate" He Say's earnestly. There was a hole the size of a F*****G grape fruit in the engine! Looks like engine trouble indeed. Well I was only 18.

My first car was a Ford Popular. I paid £65 for it and spent 3 months fixing it up, including putting new valves and piston rings in in the engine. it was a side-valve thing. Anyway, I was running it in very carefully and I got to about 800miles when a con rod broke, just below the little end. It thrashed around smashing the cam shaft, the piston which slid down the bore, the bore, and a bloody great lump out of the crankcase. I heard the noise and glanced in my mirror. I saw bits of engine and oil trailing out behind me. I've had a contract out on Henry ever since but he can't be found anywhere.

"And what he was doing wearing a Ford Orion I'll never know." badda boom (Groucho flashback)

Years ago, when my oldest daughter graduated from school, I purchased for her a used but totally restored 1975 Datsun 280Z. It was a magnificent little car, perfectly kept in a garage for a number of years. It had a baby blue metal flake powder coat paint job, completely refinished leather interior with racing seats, a clean strong running in-line 6 cylinder/fuel injected engine and 4 speed stick shift. She was 17 years old and had one hot little sports car. I showed her how to take care of the essentials, checking the oil, water, tire pressure, etc… Well, she drove it around like a bat-from-hell for about 10 months, never heard a peep out of her about troubles. One day, she calls me at work. “Dad, my car won’t start.” “Where is it?” “It’s parked in front of the house.” “What’s it doing?” “Nothing…I turn the key and nothing.” So, that evening I get home and check out the car. When I turn the key, the entire electrical system loads down. I open the hood, look at the oil dip-stick and there isn’t a drop of oil on it. I look under the car, no oil on the ground. I grab the big-ratchet and try to put a turn on the crank-shaft bolt but the engine won’t budge. A few more questions for the young lady and it turns out, she’s never checked the oil…not once, never had it changed…not once. She ran the engine oil dry and it seized up rock solid in the street in front of the house. Cost me 3000 bucks to replace the engine, after which she lost interest in the damn thing and I traded it in for a pick-up truck for her. She wrecked the pickup truck two days after I got it. I left her on her own after that. My daughter…the car killer!

usually car killers are ideal owners of huge kinetic clocks.

Don't they have kinetic engines at some Alpine resort or other?

They have a kinetic art show in Boulder, Colorado every year. They even make concrete boats and race them.

I nearly bought a ferrocrete boat, Denver. They are surprisingly good if well designed and don't suffer from a lot of the problems that wood or metal boats do - but they are usually big.