Thread: At what point do you 'chuck it in?'

Raised the 'engine swap' discussion with the missus last night...

response was warmer than expected. Not quite frozen, but there was a light chill to it...

Maybe I need to put her out into the sun a while before I mention it again...

I've just accepted the fact that when I start my engine swap I'm going to be paying for a LOT of dinners and movie nights

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Originally Posted by Disco Muppet

I've just accepted the fact that when I start my engine swap I'm going to be paying for a LOT of dinners and movie nights

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heheh.... We were out having dinner when I casually slipped it into the conversation.

It's going to take a bit more work before I can get this one 'approved'... lol

Dinner / movies just won't cut it - those are already on the 'expected' list... no, it's going to have to be shiny, possibly with sparkles....

There is always a sting in the tail of every project....

You guys tell your wives what your doing to your car Just do it ..... She'll soon work out something is going on when the car dissappears into the shed in bits ..... and you start driving some other ****box ( so long as you don't call her to work to rescue you, I find I'm usually ok )

seeya.
Shane L.

Originally Posted by Grumbles

It seems that we have all confessed to being the possessors of a disparate set of values and lifestyle choices which is polarized by our possession/obsession of our Range Rovers. Range Rovers of which we are not simply owners but custodians for future owners. A perspective such as this sees us at odds with societal expectations of normal behavior, of having normal vehicles with normal motoring expectations aka the tedious boring hum drum of driving around in soul less, recycled tin cans.


Our outings are not just routine trips but each is an adventure - driving from A to B and hopefully back to A on the same day without mechanical disruption. We are focussed as much or more on the driving of our Range Rover than the destination. Our motoring is always accompanied by the thrill of potential perturbation and uncertainly, in fact our adrenal glands are finely tuned to the throb of our English engines. All of which in a roundabout way leads me to a question


Who of us here flaunts their uniqueness and conformity rebelliousness by using their Range Rover as a daily driver?

Wow ... I thought it was my "normal car/tractor"...... We headed down to warrnanbool for that "fun for kids" thing this week. Not one to leave things to the last minute, the day before we are leaving I thought I'd modify the hitch receiver... Welded on a friction sway system balljoint.... added a tag to the distribution hitch so it couln't rotate like all of the "under towball" type distribution setups and loosen the towball in use.... At about 10:00pm the night before we left I thought maybe I should look at the old rangie before we left....... I crawled under it and pulled the filler plugs on the diffs/gearbox/transfer case .... and most dribbled oil from the fillers so were left untouched.

I figured oneday I'll put the LT230 in that's sitting usefully beside the car in the shed..... probably at the same time I get around to checking the other 'cv joint to make sure it doesn't disintegrate in use as it's rusty and has no grease So I just satisfied myself with adding lots of air to the tires and filing the gas tank.

Of course we had strong gusty winds all the way to warnanbool.... The thing moved all around like it always does when towing the block of flats ( I figured this was just normal behaviour for these things... I added the distribution kit and friction anti-sway to hopefully reduce this). She drank an entire tank of LPG to do the couple of hundred clicks down there at 85km/h.....

I unhooked when we got there ... bloody wind, hooking the caravan up gurantees strong gusty winds I foudn it was still being blown around without the bloody caravan on the back heading into town

Today we headed back home .... my checks involved hooking up the caravan mirrors and filling the gas tank again ..... Yes it was windy .... but bloody unbelievable... Not strong and gusty for the first time ever.... We bloody stormed home. rather than 80-> 85km/h ... the bloody thing kept wanting to sit on 100km/h.... I had to keep lifting off. Without wind gusts we tracked arrow straight. Passsing Bdoubles didn't even move it. What an amazing old heap of junk. We pulled up at home with empty gas tanks and no issues.

I guess I should get that LT230 in there someday .... check the front 'cv ..... stop my wifes door rattling like buggery ..... fix the central locking .... locking/unlocking/locking/unlocking/locking .....etc... you get the idea. Maybe I'll even get that bush kit in there someday.

I figure just drive and enjoy. Don't worry about stuff until you need to

seeya,
Shane L.

I was very surprised the misses let me purchase the 92 Rangie .....though I did recently
purchase her an 18 month old Territory with the 2.7 TDV6 so maybe that was the sweetener.

Footnote .... after 4 months ownership the master cylinder leaked Brake fluid into power brake booster of the Territory...$1200.00c for a new one from the local Ford Steeler.

Considering the purchase cost of the Territory the Rangie with its lack of service history is still looking a great buy dollar for dollar.

Plus ......it just looks so good and sounds even better

Cheers

Baggy

Originally Posted by Grumbles

I had a Lada Niva from new and kept it for some years. It carted me and my family around on our trips and did so reliably along with being a capable bush fourby. Not a trace of rust either.

If they imported them again I would have one.

My Dad bought one new. Apart from the appalling PD work carried out by a certain Victorian racing driver's workshop ( yes, that one ), and the bad pedal placement ( familiar to anyone who has driven a pre 80s FIAT ), it was a good car. A little rough, perhaps, and way too small to compete with, say, a Disco, but really quite capable for what it was.
When he could no longer drive we sold it to a bloke in Mt Gambier, who loved it. Ten years on, not a speck of rust anywhere. Still, dad didn't drive much, and it was garaged, but I thought it was ok.