Her Ladyship's Car

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  • Englishman
    Englishman

    Her Ladyship today treated her car to its annual trip to the washer. Sick of reading the grafitti that was fingered onto the muddy windows, ("don't wash, plant something" - "also available in red" - "two-tone rust & corrosion") she puttered off early this morning.

    Upon her return, the car had developed some interesting characteristics. The left hand indicator has come up with a novel feature. You know how when you indicate, a little ticking noise comes from the dash? TICKER -tick, TICKER-tick? Well, it does it still, but much much louder, and the noise comes from all 4 corners of the car. CHUNKETTY-CHUNK, CHUNKETTY-CHUNK! Strange!

    Intrigued, I set off to find the source of the noise and noticed that the little button on each door was popping up and down in synchro with the ticking of the indicators. Thats right, folks, the central locking system is being triggered on and off at a similar rate to the firing of a Beaufors gun, after a few seconds one gets the distinct impression that one is at inside a kettle drum.

    Any mechanics here with any ideas?

    Englishman.

    Nostalgia isn't what it used to be....

  • ozziepost
    ozziepost

    G'day Eman,

    Clearly you've not been exercising proper theocratic headship if your wife's car is so neglected. What type of reputation will you have in the Weston pub?

    Seems to me that it was the dirt that was keeping that machine of yours going. What do you expect from a pommie built car?

    Wouldn't happen here! [8>]

    Cheers,
    Ozzie

    "It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness."
    Anonymous

  • Simon
    Simon

    I would hazzard a guess that it is an electrical problem - some water must have got in somewhere and is making a circuit that shouldn't be there.

    It may fix itself when it dries out, otherwise you'll have to find where the water has got in (look for bare wires, corroded contacts etc...)

  • individuals wife
    individuals wife

    'Tis demunz..... time to call in the priests.... got any holy water handy?

  • ozziepost
    ozziepost

    Nah, it was the smurfs!

    Or maybe the cabbage patch dolls?

    Cheers,
    Ozzie

    "It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness."
    Anonymous

  • nelly136
    nelly136

    whats the make of the car? can ask my dearly departed mechanic exhusband tomorrow for you if that helps.
    I found the deminz preferred my cdi 2ltr could practically hold a seance with the central locking in that one whereas the gremlins settled for my sierra saphire and just liked to irritate the traffic behind me with the light show,
    it got so bad one bloke got out of his car at the lights and kicked my car...but to no avail it just flashed everything at him the length of the road when i took off.
    problem was fixed in the sierra by taking the wires out of the junction box cleaning it and the lighting wire ends and putting it all back,
    nelly

  • Englishman
    Englishman

    Gentle People,

    'Tis only an ancient Escort Eclipse. I have listened to the theories, 'tis obviously DEEMINZ, only a trip back to the KH can possibly cure it.

    We'll live with it.

    Englishman.

    Nostalgia isn't what it used to be....

  • OUTLAW
    OUTLAW

    Hey Englishman,I agree with Simon.You`ve got some of the electrical wet.Keep the car in a dry place and let it dry out.That should fix it.Some cars have the fuse box under the hood,check it and make sure its dry...OUTLAW

  • nelly136
    nelly136

    just remembered theres a light unit plug in, in the fuse box collection could be that and its only a couple of quid to replace, you got a
    motorworld down the road? be a bit more reliable thn a trip to the
    kh and twice as exciting
    nelly

  • Simon
    Simon

    Just found this ... maybe it will help...

    For those of us that have, like me, ever used a Haynes Workshop Manual, here is what the instructions really mean:

    Haynes: Rotate anticlockwise.
    Translation: Clamp with molegrips then beat repeatedly with hammer
    anticlockwise.

    Haynes: This is a snug fit.
    Translation: You will skin your knuckles!

    Haynes: This is a tight fit.
    Translation: Not a hope in hell matey!

    Haynes: As described in Chapter 7...
    Translation: That'll teach you not to read through before you start,
    now you
    are looking at scary photos of the inside of a gearbox.

    Haynes: Pry...
    Translation: Hammer a screwdriver into...

    Haynes: Undo...
    Translation: Go buy a tin of WD40 (catering size).

    Haynes: Retain tiny spring...
    Translation: "Jeez what was that, it nearly had my eye out"!

    Haynes: Press and rotate to remove bulb...
    Translation: OK - that's the glass bit off, now fetch some good
    pliers to dig
    out the bayonet part.

    Haynes: Lightly...
    Translation: Start off lightly and build up till the veins on your
    forehead are
    throbbing then re-check the manual because what you are doing now
    cannot
    be considered "lightly".

    Haynes: Weekly checks...
    Translation: If it isn't broken don't fix it!

    Haynes: Routine maintenance...
    Translation: If it isn't broken... it's about to be!

    Haynes: One spanner rating.
    Translation: Your Mum could do this... so how did you manage to
    botch it up?

    Haynes: Two spanner rating.
    Translation: Now you may think that you can do this because two is a
    low, tiny,
    ikkle number... but you also thought that the wiring diagram was a
    map of
    the Tokyo underground (in fact that would have been more use to
    you).

    Haynes: Four spanner rating.
    Translation: You are seriously considering this aren't you, you
    pleb!

    Haynes: Five spanner rating.
    Translation: OK - but don't expect us to ride it afterwards!!!

    Haynes: If not, you can fabricate your own special tool like this...
    Translation: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

    Haynes: Compress...
    Translation: Squeeze with all your might, jump up and down on, swear
    at, throw
    at the garage wall, then search for it in the dark corner of the
    garage whilst
    muttering "bugger" repeatedly under your breath.

    Haynes: Inspect...
    Translation: Squint at really hard and pretend you know what you are
    looking
    at, then declare in a loud knowing voice to your wife "Yep, as I
    thought, it's
    going to need a new one"!

    Haynes: Carefully...
    Translation: You are about to cut yourself!

    Haynes: Retaining nut...
    Translation: Yes, that's it, that big spherical blob of rust.

    Haynes: Get an assistant...
    Translation: Prepare to humiliate yourself in front of someone you
    know.

    Haynes: Turning the engine will be easier with the spark pugs
    removed.
    Translation: However, starting the engine afterwards will be much
    harder. Once
    that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach has subsided, you can
    start
    to feel deeply ashamed as you gingerly refit the spark plugs.

    Haynes: Refitting is the reverse sequence to removal.
    Translation: But you swear in different places.

    Haynes: Prise away plastic locating pegs...
    Translation: Snap off...

    Haynes: Using a suitable drift...
    Translation: The biggest nail in your tool box isn't a suitable
    drift!

    Haynes: Everyday toolkit
    Translation: Ensure you have an RAC Card & Mobile Phone

    Haynes: Apply moderate heat...
    Translation: Placing your mouth near it and huffing isn't moderate
    heat.

    Haynes: Index
    Translation: List of all the things in the book bar the thing you
    want to do!

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