L44BulmerLTB
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Mr Beard, I love your quotes!!
+100 respect from a (now more educated) 17 year old lad!
Pulled by the Police 12 Hours after passing!
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Pulled by the Police 12 Hours after passing!
Mr Beard, I love your quotes!!
+100 respect from a (now more educated) 17 year old lad!
The tyres don't control the car - the driver does.i figured out that its my tyres which are cheap. They dont grip in wet weather at all, so thats why i wheelspan
Wheelspin only happens when the driver applies so much power that it overcomes the friction between the tyres and the road surface. A good first step on the road to becoming a better driver is to stop taking the easy way out by blaming the car and start taking responsibility for your own actions.
Not always....A driver could be applying the same amount of power, yet the road friction could suddenly change (ice, diesel etc) thereby inducing wheelspin....
L44BulmerLTB
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Thanks bitterpill, because it was wet I wheelspan. Perhaps if I'd been driving for years I would have known my car isn't capable.
And it is partly to do with the wheels, a mate of mine spent a fair few pennies on tyres for his grande punto, and it sticks like **** to a blanket!
good tyres make such a difference to a car
been driving over 25 years, stopped by police 2 or 3 times only.
i never hung around in car parks & i have never spun my wheels..even on snow or ice. your wheels spun because you applied too much accelorater bringing clutch up too quickly & in wet conditions as well.. its called inexperiance & is why police stopped you.
while wheel spinning for a few yards you were out of control of the car, in another situation you may of run someone over or hit another car.
dont be cocky, your post exhubes cockiness & with that attitude, unless changed you may well become just another statistic.
on a public road the cops would most likely of "done" you, because you were on a carpark its different (land owned by someone else). your fortunate, you were lucky, treat it as a lesson & grow up.
i never hung around in car parks & i have never spun my wheels..even on snow or ice. your wheels spun because you applied too much accelorater bringing clutch up too quickly & in wet conditions as well.. its called inexperiance & is why police stopped you.
while wheel spinning for a few yards you were out of control of the car, in another situation you may of run someone over or hit another car.
dont be cocky, your post exhubes cockiness & with that attitude, unless changed you may well become just another statistic.
on a public road the cops would most likely of "done" you, because you were on a carpark its different (land owned by someone else). your fortunate, you were lucky, treat it as a lesson & grow up.
While trying to maintain an attitude of aloofness and maturity, I have a confession to make, although I have to say that although I was an accessory, it wasn't really my fault, but essentially.....................
One Christmas morning in the late 1970s, I'd not long had my breakfast when a mate, who we'll call Pete, knocked on the front door.
"Dave's got a Scalextric for Christmas, do you want to go round and have a go? Then we'll go to the pub."
"Yeah, why not, I'll get me coat."
5 minutes later after driving through freshly laid snow (must have been the last year I can remember having thick snow on the 25th of December) we arrived on a wide straight road called Broadway which is lined with 5, 6 and 7 bedroomed houses. As we got to Dave's house Pete handbraked his Cortina estate to a perfect stop against the kerb, and as smooth as Crockett and Tubbs alighting from a Ferrari we crossed the pavement and after half an hour of Scalextricing we set off for a bit of a laugh. That handbrake turn set the tone for the rest of the day.
We drove towards Macclesfield and found a pub/restaurant with a large car park that sloped gradually down to the back door of the pub. The pub was closed and, well, to be honest, it was too good an opportunity to miss. As the Cortina was a firm's car, the boot had all sorts of odds and sods in it, including two pairs of shoes and a pair of boots.
After a couple of minutes the shoes were spread all around the car park and the idea was for the the passengers, one in the front on the left and one in the back on the right to open the doors and hang out and grab a shoe as we slid past. By 11:45 we decided enough was enough and we went to the Pownall Arms for a few beers.
We then all went to our respective homes and had lunch. That evening the three muskortinas met up again and decided that as our local was closed that evening we could go to the **** Arms where we'd been that afternoon and as we got to the corner of the pub we got a shock.
As some people had got there before us they pulled, unsuspectingly, onto the car park and as they rolled down the slope they braked to a stop.....or so they thought, only to slide down to the bottom, and one by one sailed majestically to a halt, stopped by the last car to slide into the one before, and so on. We realised that our antics had compacted several inches of snow and the falling temperature had created what was almost an ice hockey court.
Pete parked a little away from the carnage and we went inside only to be met by bemused drivers who seemed incapable of understanding what had happened. For a few weeks the incident took on the mystique of crop circles.
I never thought what might have happened if the Police had seen us.....
One Christmas morning in the late 1970s, I'd not long had my breakfast when a mate, who we'll call Pete, knocked on the front door.
"Dave's got a Scalextric for Christmas, do you want to go round and have a go? Then we'll go to the pub."
"Yeah, why not, I'll get me coat."
5 minutes later after driving through freshly laid snow (must have been the last year I can remember having thick snow on the 25th of December) we arrived on a wide straight road called Broadway which is lined with 5, 6 and 7 bedroomed houses. As we got to Dave's house Pete handbraked his Cortina estate to a perfect stop against the kerb, and as smooth as Crockett and Tubbs alighting from a Ferrari we crossed the pavement and after half an hour of Scalextricing we set off for a bit of a laugh. That handbrake turn set the tone for the rest of the day.
We drove towards Macclesfield and found a pub/restaurant with a large car park that sloped gradually down to the back door of the pub. The pub was closed and, well, to be honest, it was too good an opportunity to miss. As the Cortina was a firm's car, the boot had all sorts of odds and sods in it, including two pairs of shoes and a pair of boots.
After a couple of minutes the shoes were spread all around the car park and the idea was for the the passengers, one in the front on the left and one in the back on the right to open the doors and hang out and grab a shoe as we slid past. By 11:45 we decided enough was enough and we went to the Pownall Arms for a few beers.
We then all went to our respective homes and had lunch. That evening the three muskortinas met up again and decided that as our local was closed that evening we could go to the **** Arms where we'd been that afternoon and as we got to the corner of the pub we got a shock.
As some people had got there before us they pulled, unsuspectingly, onto the car park and as they rolled down the slope they braked to a stop.....or so they thought, only to slide down to the bottom, and one by one sailed majestically to a halt, stopped by the last car to slide into the one before, and so on. We realised that our antics had compacted several inches of snow and the falling temperature had created what was almost an ice hockey court.
Pete parked a little away from the carnage and we went inside only to be met by bemused drivers who seemed incapable of understanding what had happened. For a few weeks the incident took on the mystique of crop circles.
I never thought what might have happened if the Police had seen us.....
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Well ... as it's old fogey's confession time....
In a similar era to that above, I went to my weekly badminton session held at a school near Sheffield. Let's just say that there were some very nice young ladies there, and badminton asn't the main reason I went. So one cold winter night it snowed like hell, but I wasn't going to miss my session so I drove there as normal in my Mk1 Escort. On arriving at the school the car park was completely empty. Nobody else had been daft enough to turn up. But it did present a perfect opportunity for a bit of hooning around, drifting, handbrake turns etc. Unfortunately my last run took me a bit further than I intended and I got stuck in the snow. So first of all I tried putting my back footwell mats in front of the back wheels. They disappeared and I never saw them again, and I was still stuck. What I need now I thought is some weight in the boot. So I dragged over this massive dustbin from behind the school kitchens and managed to sit it on top of the open boot space. I then slowly started to move the car forward bit by bit. I didn't notice an angry man wearing a waterproof and carrying a torch approaching.
""What the xxxx are you doing in the middle of our rugby pitch, and why are you stealing our dustbin?" "I'm calling the police..."
I managed to persuade him that I has started in the car park and obviously slid on to the rugby pitch, and the dustbin was ballast, to be replaced as soon as I got out of the snow drift! I admitted to being an idiot and he actually helped to push me out!
We've all been young and stupid once at least.
In a similar era to that above, I went to my weekly badminton session held at a school near Sheffield. Let's just say that there were some very nice young ladies there, and badminton asn't the main reason I went. So one cold winter night it snowed like hell, but I wasn't going to miss my session so I drove there as normal in my Mk1 Escort. On arriving at the school the car park was completely empty. Nobody else had been daft enough to turn up. But it did present a perfect opportunity for a bit of hooning around, drifting, handbrake turns etc. Unfortunately my last run took me a bit further than I intended and I got stuck in the snow. So first of all I tried putting my back footwell mats in front of the back wheels. They disappeared and I never saw them again, and I was still stuck. What I need now I thought is some weight in the boot. So I dragged over this massive dustbin from behind the school kitchens and managed to sit it on top of the open boot space. I then slowly started to move the car forward bit by bit. I didn't notice an angry man wearing a waterproof and carrying a torch approaching.
""What the xxxx are you doing in the middle of our rugby pitch, and why are you stealing our dustbin?" "I'm calling the police..."
I managed to persuade him that I has started in the car park and obviously slid on to the rugby pitch, and the dustbin was ballast, to be replaced as soon as I got out of the snow drift! I admitted to being an idiot and he actually helped to push me out!
We've all been young and stupid once at least.
pooroldcodger and the beard.....Waldorf and Statler. I'll be Waldorf and you can be Statler. Or, if you like, You be Waldorf and I'll be Statler.
Wonderful, bravo, more, well it wasn't actually that good. Boo, garbage, get off.
Wonderful, bravo, more, well it wasn't actually that good. Boo, garbage, get off.
The only tale i have thats similar is my friend bought a car before he passed, the day he passed his test his tax was very close so he went to tax it as his first drive out, so he taxed the car and we were driving round town (not stupid just normally as he is sensible) and we got blue lighted and pulled over, the police man asked to see he's documents he had the full lot with him every thing! so the police checked it said that was fine (including pass certificate) the police then proceeded to give him a producer to produce the documents he'd just shown him!!
But that is a police force with very little to do, we got producers nearly every single night until we got sick everyone gathered up there recently gained procedures and took them to main police station all at the same time, the officer on duty said it was ridiculous (there was 10 of us stood in a line) he said he would look into it and we never got producers again, just got glared at by the said police man after that every time we passed him
But that is a police force with very little to do, we got producers nearly every single night until we got sick everyone gathered up there recently gained procedures and took them to main police station all at the same time, the officer on duty said it was ridiculous (there was 10 of us stood in a line) he said he would look into it and we never got producers again, just got glared at by the said police man after that every time we passed him
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L44BulmerLTB
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brilliant stories guys, but your all bad influences!!
and to whoever said i was being cocky, well, i wasnt.
And to be honest, i cant quiet see how doing a wheel spin could kill someone, i traveled only a couple of meters, and in that split second i thought - "what on earth just happened, ohh yeah wheelspin, better come off the gas a bit, there we go its sorted," then i said "oh crap, i just wheelspan" to my sister who was in the car with me.
i actually got a letter from "the 5-0" as my mate calls them, saying i was driving at high speed and in a way which was distressing to the public!! they got that a bit wrong!!!
my grandad thought what happened was funny, and he told me he used to do it all the time when he was a young 'un. He also said go on a skidpan for experience against the ice, does anyone know if it will actually help!?
and to whoever said i was being cocky, well, i wasnt.
And to be honest, i cant quiet see how doing a wheel spin could kill someone, i traveled only a couple of meters, and in that split second i thought - "what on earth just happened, ohh yeah wheelspin, better come off the gas a bit, there we go its sorted," then i said "oh crap, i just wheelspan" to my sister who was in the car with me.
i actually got a letter from "the 5-0" as my mate calls them, saying i was driving at high speed and in a way which was distressing to the public!! they got that a bit wrong!!!
my grandad thought what happened was funny, and he told me he used to do it all the time when he was a young 'un. He also said go on a skidpan for experience against the ice, does anyone know if it will actually help!?
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I just waited for the snow then found a nice flat empty car park with nothing to hit
I hope it wasn't at a pub near Macclesfield. If it was, you're 30+ years too late.
