stingman123

I suppose its the usual case of supply and demand eh? Yes I've seen the cars for sale here, but they all top out at over 100,000 miles. I've never dealt with this bloke before but he seems honest enough on the phone, I'm going for a test drive tomorrow, check electrics etc and if all seems well I'll probably go for it. Hopefully the extra initial expense will mean there's not a lot of work to be done on it. Or I could go for the RX8!

Update.....It's either this or an RX8

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll? ... K:MEWAX:IT I'm pretty tempted, especially as these seem to be getting more and more rare. I've been without my Corrado now for 3 years (kids) and I've been given the green light go go ahead and get one, but I'm not sure what the going rate is nowadays! 3 years ago i would've jumped at this, is this still pretty decent value now? :shrug:

Money no object? Got to be an Aston DB9

Drove my father-in-law's M5, waited to get excited and waited some more, wanted people to point and stare.......nothing

agreed, otherwise whats the point? I remember a classic quote on this forum that sums it up perfectly, "Its like going out with Kate Moss, and only sha**ing her at the weekend"

Hmmm, I was also under the assumtion that the tax was already paid for via the company, not any sigular individual, if thats not the case I'd better get rid ASAP!

What you really want is what I have been enjoying for the last 6 months....a pool car. There is no expense at all. Fuel card..paid, the car is not registered to me, no tax, mot,servicing all in the contract..My boss will soon remember I've got it, but thats 6 months mileage on his motor and not on my C!!

Sorry to hear about your loss mate, puts things into perpective

Hi, Just a quick one, does the power steering fluid go in the grey cylinder by the battery?Its a VR6 by the way If not, wha goes there, its near empty. what damage can I have caused by running this down? Thanks

Hi All, Anyone got a piccie or a detailed discription of where the horn plugs are in the engine bay? Mine's stopped working! chcked all fuses and they are ok. Anything else I should be looking at? Ta

dynamat? Hmmmmm. I'll have a looksee. Mods... I have posted this in the wrong area I know, i was trying to get this in before my boss saw me!! soz

Anyone else got this? When opening the doors it sounds kind of .......empty....hollow.... Do you know what I mean or am I alone here? Anyone had it/done anything anout it? If so....what? Thanks 8)

Hi Y'all, Got this from the msn site and I bet we manage to encounter most of these over the weekend, it's not my rant as I don't hate all the thins listed, but it does sum up what I feel about the state of things at the mo' Here goes School-run SUVs Most often seen driven by a tiny yummy mummy only just able to see over the steering wheel. She sports the latest skinny jeans, blonde hair extensions harvested from a penniless Eastern European teenager, a mobile phone permanently clamped to her ear, enormous sunglasses covering up her look of botoxed boredom and a decaff Mocha Chocalata ya ya in her vice-like grip. She doesn’t exactly park, more blithely abandon her Chelsea tractor outside the school gates, causing a queue of enraged commuters to build up behind it. School-run mum is oblivious to such things as she shoves little Jemimah and Jeremy into the clutches of teacher to allow her a few precious hours wasting the world’s oxygen on lunching, manicuring and coiffuring. Hubby bought her the 4x4 ostensibly for keeping the kids safe but in reality because he felt guilty for numerous affairs so now she wafts from place to place, removing wing mirrors from parked cars, safe in the knowledge that he doesn’t suspect a thing about her dalliance with the personal trainer. Don't let your kids do this on the way to school Middle-lane hoggers You, yes you in your weedy BMW 318i sitting there obstinately in the middle lane. You do know that you’re effectively turning the M1 into a dual carriageway, don’t you? Stop yakking to your Ben Sherman shirted mates on that dreadful cyborg-style growth stuck in your ear and pay attention. You aren’t an extra from Minority Report, you’re a junior pharmaceutical sales rep, hence the lowly Beemer. Stupidly, but it has to be said, inevitably, you chose it for the propeller badge on the front instead of a better equipped, faster, more comfortable Honda, Ford or Vauxhall. Sure, you ticked the 'badge delete' option but you’re not fooling anyone. We can tell from the drinking straw sized exhaust and puny alloys how far down the pecking order you are. Now get out of my way. Get out of the way! Caravaners I admit caravans are an easy target. But sadly, we aren’t allowed to shoot the ghastly things or their owners. Since a cull is out of the question, how about preventing them from breeding to remove their DNA from the gene pool for the sake of the national IQ? Seriously, it’s worth considering when you realise that a top-of-the-range caravan costs around £20k plus at least £30k for an SUV hefty enough to trundle it up and down Britain’s B-roads, followed by a trail of fuming motorists slowly watching their lives ebb away at 35 miles an hour. That’s 50 grand to spend your holidays deliberately not experiencing the wonders of our glorious planet and instead opting to form a fibreglass cul-de-sac in a desolate patch of set-aside with lots of other parochial suburbanites and pee in a chemical toilet for two weeks. White van men Well where do I start? White Van Man’s reputation is so fearsome that the government recently launched a campaign to improve their driving skills. WVM terrorises the streets of urban Britain striking fear into the hearts of ordinary motorists; removing wing mirrors with a deft touch, either tailgating terrified drivers on dual carriageways or holding them up in the overtaking lane on the motorway, performing seemingly arbitrary manoeuvres with less regard for indicators than a BMW driver. WVM can generally be recognised by the following signs: a copy of the Daily Sport proudly displayed on the dashboard, a hard hat sitting well back over a simian forehead, middle and index fingers of the right hand permanently displayed towards other motorists and the left hand poised over the horn in case any women under the age of 50 should wander past. Chav chariots OK, could someone please explain the logic behind buying a bog-standard, poverty-spec hatchback and then throwing misshapen lumps of plastic, oversized, ride-destroying alloy wheels, ear-bleedingly loud stereos and exhausts like dustbins at it, not to mention tens of thousands of pounds? Why not just buy a decent car in the first place? At least in America, the pimping scene has some style and panache whereas here, well quite frankly in the case of most cars chosen as donor vehicles, as the saying goes, you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. If pressed, owners will say they are expressing their individuality. How? By erm, hanging out with lots of other people in similarly laughable cars and driving very slowly through provincial towns playing nasty UK Garage? Turn the tunes down, grow up and buy yourselves proper cars. Hybrid hypocrites The Toyota Prius is the choice of the touchy-feely Hollywood star with the big heart and, of course, the even bigger SUV tucked away round the corner. Here, of course, the most glamorous hybrid buyer is Margaret Beckett whose only similarity to Cameron Diaz is the fact that both their names contain letters of the alphabet. Here, hybrids are tainted with their owners’ all-pervading air of smug satisfaction, the self-satisfied smirk and holier-than-thou expression barely concealed by their beards. Hybrids are the automotive equivalent of Fresh & Wild, Fairtrade chocolate and ‘sporty’ sandals – sops to make Guardian readers feel better about sending their kids to private schools and supporting a government that goes to war over oil. The only place hybrids work efficiently is in towns where, quite frankly, if you want to be green you should be using the bus. Salespeople in Minis As soon as that first big bonus comes in it gets spent on a brand new Mini complete with personalised number plate, the biggest wheels available and probably tinted windows. Salespeople across the country have taken the Mini to their hearts in much the same way as a supermodel-style drug habit, hair-gel, ties with knots the size of fists and Ikea-filled loft apartments. If the original was classless, the new one is decidedly Class-A - it’s a wonder BMW don’t offer it with a mirror set horizontally into the dashboard. Worst of the lot of course are those owned by a much-reviled London estate agent whose fleet of sludge green Minis are covered in vile corporate graffiti and driven by a group of people who shouldn’t even qualify for a TV license, let alone a driving one. Male Meno-Porsches The wife got a new Aga/swimming pool/breasts and he got the Porsche/TVR/Merc he was never able to afford as a young man about town. Secretly he wanted a Ferrari but couldn’t afford it and knew he’d just look like a Page Three girl’s manager. He imagines that the sporty little number he slips into every day (rather that than his secretary, much to his wife’s relief) helps him recapture his lost youth and basks in the covetous looks from younger men and admiring glances from women young enough to be his daughter. Sadly he’s mistaken and the looks are a mixture of derision and pity. The decision to buy a soft top means he looks like a poseur while giving the world a grandstand look at his paunch and bald spot. His dreams of looking like a silver fox go down like a lead balloon. Young women in hatchbacks I completely admit that this one is speaking purely from personal experience from years spent horse riding on Britain’s roads. It has to be said that most drivers are kind and courteous, slowing down and giving me plenty of room. The very best are motorcyclists, who appreciating the vulnerability of a rider, will slow to a crawl or even stop. Obviously you get the occasional boy racer who deliberately tries to provoke but the absolute worst are young women in hatchbacks. They are seemingly oblivious to anything else on the roads. How they can fail to register half a ton of horse is beyond me, their concentration is clearly taken up with the essentials of driving on the Queen’s Highway, like applying make-up, arranging the next girlie night out or fiddling with their iPods. So much for female multitasking Moped delivery drivers I appreciate a pizza or Chinese takeaway as much as the next person but I wish there was a way to get them to my door without the streets being plagued by swarms of moped riders. The word swarm is appropriate since their tiny 50cc machines, constantly wound up to the throttle stops, make a noise akin to a mosquito collective as they weave dangerously in and out of traffic, the square box on the back of the bike ideally placed to take out wing mirrors and sideswipe pedestrians. That of course is when they’re actually delivering something. The rest of the time they can usually be found pulling stoppies and wheelies on the nearest housing estate, adding to the noise nuisance and guaranteeing your food will be cold and an interesting new shape by the time it arrives.

Cheers for that, I'll be having a look at the weekend, I try to take pics along the way...

Sunday Car drivers......as long as the car is going 2 mph faster than they can walk, the're happy......and b*gger the rest of us! Gggrrrrrrrr

But then you get the problem of the middle lane idiots, their car is on the road but the driver is already at the destination!! I always give them time to rectify their errors, but will ultimately undertake...illegal I know, always 95% safe as the driver isn't on the planet. does this make me a bad driver, 'cause it generally is safe...... so I do it

Hi y'all, This has started to happen on my C, it also happened on my old 8V Corrado and I just took it to a local garage, it was fine for w few months then started again. Nothing actually triggers it off, its just a constant rattling, any ideas?

At the rate we're going it won't be long before we're paying that for standard 95 RON

Morning all, Need some help here, does anyone know if you can get the clips that go under the dash/ along the centre console from VW? my "local" dealer is some distance away and I thought to ask here first. I'm ideally after the plastic screws and the plastic push-in clips thanks

Hi All, Thinking about getting this done at the weekend, told my dad and got the "I wouldn't do that" look, he recons this can sometime cause more damage than it worth.I know on newer cars it is dodgy, but I would've thought that on a 13 year old VR6 it would be OK? You guys? What do you reckon?

I think you can sum it up by the number of people looking at it....

Wood? YUK

YUK

But................its still a ford!