Pashley26

Best way to piss off a very rich girlfriend; ask her to subsidize your lifestyle.

You guys are exactly right. Exactly! If I have spare money, I buy shiny things for the S3. If I don't have an S3, and sell it, and get a financial step up from selling it then it is going to kick start my house buying plans. I wouldn't for a second say that a house is less of a financial money pit than a car, I know it will consume far more cash. And I know in the short term I'm going to say "I want to go for a thrash in my car this weekend!!!" and that all my friends will kick me for selling. But I don't care, it's a great car but now is the time to stop before it gets out of hand.

Because it's a track car, for track car-ing and the interior got sold ages ago. I've got to sell it, I am spending so much money on it I can't help myself. It's not that I don't have the money to spend on it, it's just that the money I am spending on it is seriously hindering me from buying a house. And when I've got a house I can sit back and relax a bit.

I no longer care about the S3, that became hugely apparent today when unconscious of the fact I was doing it I was bombing it down B Road I'd usually avoid for fear of bumps and sump smashing. Thrashed it down all the back roads today, listening to Phil Collins with my sunglasses on and the windows down. This is what Sunday's are all about. Now it's absolutely shit high. This is the first time I've ever had a second car, that I don't have to rely on, that's sole purpose is for my enjoyment. It's incredibly relieving.

I went to Sainsbury's. The only thing I purchased was an 8 pack of Brita water bottle filter discs. And they weren't even reduced. That is why I went there to be fair.

lol.

That's exactly what I thought.

Women. I haven't spoken to her for four days whilst she has been on Fraser Island. She texts me saying "Hi." I reply with "Hello! How's Australia? I take it you're off Fraser Island now?" She replies with "great." I didn't say anything, expecting a more detailed reply. I get nothing. Two minutes later. "I'm out and I haven't even washed my hair. Traveling is great." I said "out out or just out? I wouldn't worry about, your hair has a mind of it's own anyway." "Out." So I said, getting annoyed at the lack of content in the conversation. "You're talkative today. Hope everything is ok? Catch up later when you've got more time." She said "I'm out with people and I don't want to seem rude." All I can think is, why the f**k did you text me then?! I don't need any comments on the above, I know why she text me. But the logic of it just doesn't make sense to me.

Another thing that was amazing that only old school TF members will get. Fantastic Contraption. Who bought the membership for it and used to let people into it?

I've almost been on TF for 8 years. Eight. f**king. Years.

My problem is that EVERYBODY at the gym knows me, and my car. I'd never f**k with somebodies car, because as anybody who knows me will happily account for if anybody ever did anything to my car I would end their life. No over exaggeration or over dramatising, I would just not be able to control myself. And I spend almost 23 hours of the day struggling to control my anger so that would just push me over the edge Fair enough, I can see it must have been embarrassing for him being confronted about such a dick move, but he took his chance of taking it on board and not being an arsehole and jumped all over it. Oddly, doing things for autistic and disabled people is about the only time I'm remotely tolerant about anything. I've started volunteering for the sessions for autistic adults, I find it oddly fulfilling. I think it's because I never really knew that all I wanted as an autistic child was somebody like myself as a friend until I was much older and tarted to understand myself. And I think, 'what if these guys don't know that yet?'

As you all know, I'm an easily aggravated person. But something I saw tonight made my f**king shit itch. At my gym there are 8 disabled bays, and they do a lot of work with disabled people because they have a very large studio and a really big and open gym floor which is perfect. Here's a screenshot of the layout. Today the gym put a post up on Facebook politely asking for customers to keep the disabled bays free because lots of disabled people were struggling to use the gym, there was a large notice which was absolutely unmissable as you walked in basically saying 'ARE YOU PARKED IN A DISABLED BAY?' As I'm leaving the gym there's two physically disabled people and one man in a wheel chair, in the freezing f**king cold, waiting for their minibus to turn around in the car park because he couldn't pull up, get his ramps down and then get everybody in like he usually does. Now most people will probably think 'why don't they just wait inside?' They're autistic, and autistic people don't think like that. This really f**king aggravated me, because the cars taking up the disabled bay weren't cars with blue badges, or 'every day' cars. There was a Cayman, two 911's, an M3 an M5 and a Focus RS. Clearly parked there because the f**king pricks who own them want their prized pieces of shit to be on display in front of the gym with a nice two foot gap protecting their doors. So this poor old bloke's struggling, with his three disabled passengers waiting out in the cold. All for other peoples vanity and convenience. So I suggested that the people waiting come inside, which they immediately agreed with. I wheeled the guy in the wheelchair towards the door, and as I'm coming towards the door and one of the autistic blokes is holding the door for me some little bell end just barges through coming out of the gym, then unlocks his Focus RS that's taking up a disabled bay and opens the door. So I ran up to him and incredibly politely asked him not to park in the disabled bays as he clearly wasn't disabled, incredibly politely. Literally 'I'm really sorry to ask this, and I don't want to sound like a nobhead but would you please not park in the disabled bays? These guys have been out here in the cold waiting for their minibus to get a space to load them on because all the bays are full up and it's not on.' Cheeky f**king fanny turns round and says 'mate, it's private property. It isn't the f**king law so why don't you f**k off.' I honestly would have knocked him out if everybody wasn't watching. What a f**king meat jockey. Hopefully he'll have a horrific car crash and lose the use of his legs, then he can maybe understand how much of an arsehole he's been. - **I've probably missed a very key point here, in that there are at least 100 parking spaces at the gym and there is never not a space. There's also a gravelled overflow carpark about 100 yards down the road. The parking at the gym is a square all the way round, with one row of bays on the inside, the 'road' in the middle and parking around the outer perimeter with all the cars facing outwards from the square. I've attached a picture to show it now.

And yeah, squirting water does about as much to clean your lights as the wind does as you drive it. Very little.

*you're.

If there is dirt on the lenses it will distort the beam and cause dazzling. Which would make the fitment of levellers pointless, because the light would still be going all over the place. But as almost all Clio 1*2's have cracked and crazed lights anyway it won't make much difference. But it's still a legal requirement.

Xenons need to have washers. It's da law. No. What part of what Martmini said could be construed as a joke. It looks to me like he said something really really stupid, comparing me making a suspension tweak to my car to aid it's performance was comparable to Dan lowering the front only of his car which worsened it's performance. But Dan say's there's a joke in there somewhere, but I can't see the joke in what he said. What I see, is that Trials-Forum is having a serious case of PMS at the moment, and EVERYBODY is moaning. So no, I don't think I should ask Dan and Martmini what they're going on about in a PM.

I'm not bitter, the f**k are you going on about? You posted a picture that you're removing your headlight washers, as is the way of Trials Forum I'm now going to continually annoy you about something ridiculous because that's the way it works. And seriously, what was a joke about what Martmini said?

But what about your MOT? And seriously, what was the joke part of what Martmini said? I literally haven't got a clue what he's on about but you seem to.

Bye bye legality. What joke? It just seemed like an incredibly stupid thing to say to me...

But you do. It's not like you weigh otters or anything actually not shit. Otter weigher is my ultimate job title goal.

Me lowering the back of my car to balance it under braking is about as relevant to Dan lowering the front of his car as Dan lowering his car was to solving world peace. See. Back is high.

And I can only come on weekdays and Sunday's and not in March.

And back to my slightly more accepted car. The S3 has been incredibly bad this week. I don't know if it was aware of it's impending retirement, or if it was a combination of not starting it for a week and it being freezing cold. But on Monday when I went to drive it to work it wouldn't hold it's revs, and died idling. But it would bounce around all over the place first. If you drove it, flames would come out of the exhaust on over run so violently you could see them licking up past the rear window. The exhaust was blowing/buzzing and it felt flat as a pancake to drive. This upset me. So, I agreed to sell it. And agreed a deal with a lad on a Clio 182 Trophy with a chunk of money my way. The plan was to just sell the 182 ASAP. Hide the money and buy a Westfield as soon as I had a garage. Seems a bit drastic, but it's not a bad shout...So I cobbled the S3 back together, took all the boost hoses off and inspected them for cuts and tears, changed the boost hoses off the turbo, cleaned the TB and tried unplugging the MAF. It was still running funny. Tuesday morning I start it up to go to work, and it was PERFECT. What?! Tuesday night the lad's on his way down after the green light to do the deal. We've both swapped our insurance over, all good to go. I got in the car, drove it to the petrol station, flat out, wheel spin everywhere, sliding all over the road, bags full of opposite lock. I had to ring him up and tell him to turn round and go home, I paid him for the fuel he'd used and the transfer fee from his insurance. But I couldn't sell the S3. For what it's worth it's irreplaceable. So I parked it up and forgot about it, safe in the knowledge the Panda would get me to work and back so the S3 didn't matter any more and I only had to use it and work on it when I wanted to. What a fantastic feeling. Day off today, so I thought I'd make sure everything's good to go for Brands next week. Absolutely murdered it to the workshop, 20 miles of lovely A roads. First time I've seen boost in about three weeks. Loved it. Dropped the oil, gave it more front camber, lowered the back slightly because it feels VERY light under braking. Good to go I refuse to wash it now, I want it to have that abused look! The roads are sliiiiiiippppery at the moment.

The musical content of that playlist works for me. But I'm not into listening to dub step, or heavy rock/metal when I'm at the gym. I'm usually the faggot you can half heartedly mumbling the words of the song they're listening to oblivious to the fact they're even making a noise haha.