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@portland_bill. Regarding the dad and trike incident, the one I hate is the mother on the mobile phone, about to cross the road with a pram/pushchair and occupant where she stops at the kerb but her child is 3 foot further into the path of the cars.:(
Most frightening one I've ever experienced was many years ago, early 70's I think, when we were on a camping holiday in south Wales - St Davids - our first child was still very young and traveled in a wicker cot/basket on the back seat. We were in our DAF 44 in St Davids. With cars parked nose to tail at the side of the road and doing maybe 25 mph on a trailing throttle so the Variomatic had gone well up the ratio range and the engine was more or less just ticking over when, very suddenly, a small child ran out almost immediately in front of us. I was "in my prime" at around 24 years old and also quite involved in motorsport so my reactions were super quick and I stood so hard on the brake pedal I recon the car stopped in about it's own length with all wheels locked and a hideous squeal of tyres! There was a bit of a "thud" just as we stopped and I thought "Oh no, we hit him/her". I was absolutely shaking as I jumped out of the car and rushed round the front to find the wee lad - it was a boy - sitting in the road in front of the car looking visibly untouched but crying. He'd fallen over with fright and luckily a passer by was able to tell us and the policeman who arrived almost immediately (there were Beat Policemen back in those days) that I'd not hit him and was to be commended for stopping so quickly. Phew! Oh, but what was the big "thud" I'd experienced while braking? Oh no, I wrenched the door open and there was the wicker basket with No1 son comfortably wrapped up in all his blankets etc on the floor behind the driver seat, still peacefully sleeping. He'd been on the back seat! By now I was a quivering emotional wreck and sat down on the ground with my back against the side of the car, because my legs felt like jelly, when there was an almighty BANG! Sounded like someone had hit a solid bit of metal with a very big hammer. Took a few minutes to realize what it was. The Variomatic pulleys, because I'd been running a very light, almost closed, throttle had been subject to maximum vacuum so had shifted into a high gear ratio. For those not familiar with the system this is where vacuum pulls the front (primary unit) pulleys together forcing the rear pulley halves apart against their very strong springs to achieve the equivalent of top gear. However, because I'd locked the wheel under braking the vehicle came to rest with the pulleys in this configuration. With the engine now stopped and the throttle pedal in the idling position there was no vacuum source to keep the front (primary unit) pulley halves drawn together so the very strong diaphragm springs in the secondary units were able to become dominant and force the primary unit pulley halves apart again. These springs are very powerful thus the primary unit pulley halves were slammed apart with considerable force, hence the loud bang. The only amusing thing about it all was the way that pretty much everyone standing around, including the policeman and me, just about jumped out of their skins at the unexpected noise. Good thing our police aren't armed or he might have shot me? :unsure:
 
Ah, yes, the variomatic. My first car was a DAF 44, quite quick if pushed hard, which most owners never did. But the variomatic could be challenged. When slowing, it did like a smooth speed reduction, so that the pulleys could move to the lowest ratio. A sudden stop like that, whilst the front pulleys would expand, the rear ones needed rotation to follow. That would leave the belts slack, and moving away again could be a struggle, as the slack belts needed to overcome the rear pulley springs, with reduced grip due to their slackness.
We had a customer with one, lived on a steep uphill, one-way street. He had a habit of coasting to a stop outside his house, leaving the belts in a high ratio. Moving away next time, on a cold engine, uphill, effectively in top gear, made it struggle. His first set of belts lasted nearly 3000 miles. We encouraged him to use the brake, which opens the vac valve and forces a low gear.
 
All the younger Forum members will be thinking what are these old wrinkles talking about?
All I will say is "their time will come"
When will my time be done, my back is F*****

If any of you older folk wanna swap spines I would be only to happy.

Add into that a 2 year old who wants picking up all the time, lifting into a high chair, car seat, fighting you when he doesn't want to go up the stairs to bed, its not a great combination.
 
When will my time be done, my back is F*****

If any of you older folk wanna swap spines I would be only to happy.

Add into that a 2 year old who wants picking up all the time, lifting into a high chair, car seat, fighting you when he doesn't want to go up the stairs to bed, its not a great combination.
I have stopped doing "shoulder carries" with the grandchildren as the next day my back would be killing me, even the two year old.
When my children were young after a trip they would pretend to be asleep in the car and I would have to carry them in and upstairs to bed, not so bad when little , but even the 14 year old was doing it. It was hard enough then with five of them, I think I would have a job lifting any of them these days.;)
Though I can recall going around a BMX course including the jumps on a mountain bike when they were around 10+ on my shoulders, though it was over 25 years ago.:)
 
Add into that a 2 year old who wants picking up all the time, lifting into a high chair, car seat, fighting you when he doesn't want to go up the stairs to bed, its not a great combination.

I may have had a 5 year old on my shoulders for a good 2 miles today when the alternative was "get home at midnight..".

All I'm gonna say is being someone who works in an office, and basically ran or cycled to stay fit..I never really really had a great deal of upper body strength until I had the lad. But every day is arm day these days....

Speaking of which, we've been lucky with car/child related incidents..yes he did have the worst poo explosion at 6 months old in the back of the Citroën but generally we've got away with it.

Today..."Daddy, I need a bin" "what?" "Daddy, I really need a bin" *squelchy vomit noises*

He's never been car sick in his life.... although I was thinking about changing the car to something a bit nicer or picking up a second
one so it's a timely reminder of why we shouldn't have nice things.

At least it was mainly on himself I had the emergency outfit in the boot...and a lot of wipes and antibac.
 
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Today..."Daddy, I need a bin" "what?" "Daddy, I really need a bin" *squelchy vomit noises*

He's never been car sick in his life.... although I was thinking about changing the car to something a bit nicer so it's a timely reminder of why we shouldn't have nice things.

At least it was mainly on himself I had the emergency outfit in the boot...and a lot of wipes and antibac.
In the early eighties, at the dealership, whenever a young couple brought a car in for p/ex, the salesman would stick his head in and sniff. Any trace of vomit, car was devalued by a large amount. Only resaleable to another young couple with children, as their noses were already desensitised. No amount of valeting will get rid of it.
 
When it comes to the end of it's time with us..it's likely gonna be a funny coloured Citroën that's heading for a decade old well past any semblance of low miles with mild body damage.

The dealership may well withhold one of the 3 shiny pennies they would offer for it.

However at least it's cheap plastic in the back..so it mainly wiped clean and the seat cover has been in the washer.
 
Ahh, puking in the car stories. I don't recall my girls ever Ralphing Up in the car, but there were several diaper explosions. Not to mention episodes of spilled drinks and food fights. I always laugh when I hear about what the grandkids did and think, payback.

In late 1974, my boss took myself and a few coworkers out for a quick beer fueled lunch the day before I got married. I had just a bit too much and violently emptied my stomach contents in the backseat of the bosses' car as he was pulling into his parking spot. He was supposed to go out that night with his in-laws. One of the coworkers shouted,"pick up the big pieces, they're still warm". For almost 10 years I had to hear, "Two hot dogs, coming up".
 
If any of you older folk wanna swap spines I would be only to happy.
I find it's my knees and legs now when working on a car. Dont have a problem with knees in general, just cant kneel at a car for more than half an hour without struggling to stand after now.
 
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In the early eighties, at the dealership, whenever a young couple brought a car in for p/ex, the salesman would stick his head in and sniff. Any trace of vomit, car was devalued by a large amount. Only resaleable to another young couple with children, as their noses were already desensitised. No amount of valeting will get rid of it.
For me it was always "doggy" cars. I learned my lesson early on with that one when, very early on during my time in car sales I took in a car, in part ex, which had been owned by an elderly couple with two elderly spaniels. We tried everything to get rid of the stink without success. In the end we traded the car to a "back street" dealer for less than I'd given for it. The boss was very unhappy with me for some time after and it made me very suspicious of "fragrant" cars from then on!
 
Ah, doggy smell, very dificult to remove too. I remember a few times when the inside got steam cleaned. In those days, it was easy to remove the carpets, and they could be steam cleaned and hung to dry. Seats out, stem them also. Then disinfect the space under them. Vacuuming the hairs could take hours.

We took in an Allegro from a farmer. Car was 3 years old, never washed. Low trade-in value. Outside we collected about 6 bucketfuls of earth, inside about one bucketful. Two days of intensive cleaning, and it looked, and smelt, like new again. Made a good profit on that one. Farmer tried to buy it back when he next visited, as he didn't recognise it.
 
For me it was always "doggy" cars. I learned my lesson early on with that one when, very early on during my time in car sales I took in a car, in part ex, which had been owned by an elderly couple with two elderly spaniels. We tried everything to get rid of the stink without success. In the end we traded the car to a "back street" dealer for less than I'd given for it. The boss was very unhappy with me for some time after and it made me very suspicious of "fragrant" cars from then on!
As an apprentice I had the job of cleaning out cars bought in part exchange, the worst was from dog kennels, not just the poo and hair, it was the maggots as well. Family cars with sweets and cake years old under the seats too. It was about the only time lifting the seats to clean, that you found any money as usually car salesmen dived in first!!!:ROFLMAO:
We used to park them on a steep hill and hose the out with all the doors and tailgate open to flush them through, then leave it open to dry out.
 
My first car, a 1965 Mercury Marauder American Land yacht, smelled heavily of weed when I got it. Being the early 70's in the US, and a long haired hippy type, if I got pulled over for a minor traffic offense, one sniff of the car by the cop would become a very bad day for me. I didn't partake then, and I don't now, Anyway, I had gutted the interior and scrubbed for about a week to get rid of the stink. The color of the seats was actually lighter color than I thought. I found several blunts and roach clips under the seats that could have made a bad day worse.
That car had a 390ci V8 that could haul a$$ and suck fuel. I honestly was glad to see it go away when I got my Rambler.

When my former employer was moving operations from Illannoy to South Carolina, one of the sales guys quit in a huff. One of my guys was sent to Philadelphia to bring back his F150. Service guys rarely used their company vehicles for personal use. The sales guys were awful about it. The former sales guy had used this truck for bird hunting. The rear seat area was covered in dog hair, pheasant feathers and blood. My boss happened to be in the shop when the truck showed up and said we had a job ahead of us cleaning it up. I just said nope, not our job and held up my company Amex card. Told him to take it out of the sales guy's final paycheck. I hired a mobile detail service that took two days and $500 to make the truck somewhat presentable.
 
I find it's my knees and legs now when working on a car. Dont have a problem with knees in general, just cant kneel at a car for more than half an hour without struggling to stand after now.
Me to a tee. One day down doing the car and a week to recover. Knees are costing me a huge amount of money. Id send them to jail for blackmail if I didnt have to go along too.
 
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My first car, a 1965 Mercury Marauder American Land yacht, smelled heavily of weed when I got it. Being the early 70's in the US, and a long haired hippy type, if I got pulled over for a minor traffic offense, one sniff of the car by the cop would become a very bad day for me. I didn't partake then, and I don't now, Anyway, I had gutted the interior and scrubbed for about a week to get rid of the stink. The color of the seats was actually lighter color than I thought. I found several blunts and roach clips under the seats that could have made a bad day worse.
That car had a 390ci V8 that could haul a$$ and suck fuel. I honestly was glad to see it go away when I got my Rambler.

When my former employer was moving operations from Illannoy to South Carolina, one of the sales guys quit in a huff. One of my guys was sent to Philadelphia to bring back his F150. Service guys rarely used their company vehicles for personal use. The sales guys were awful about it. The former sales guy had used this truck for bird hunting. The rear seat area was covered in dog hair, pheasant feathers and blood. My boss happened to be in the shop when the truck showed up and said we had a job ahead of us cleaning it up. I just said nope, not our job and held up my company Amex card. Told him to take it out of the sales guy's final paycheck. I hired a mobile detail service that took two days and $500 to make the truck somewhat presentable.
One of my daughters and her partner rented a large detached property, lovely big house in an isolated position cheap, all the ceilings were down and the floor was wavy. Out in the garden was a load mountain of compost and strange plant roots, which started to grow leaves.
Turned out it had been used as a drug farm by previous occupants, hence the damage.:(
 
They're called 'Grow Houses' out here. Now that weed is legal in SOME of the US, many have disappeared. What was bad about them was the houses were usually rental properties and when the occupants cleared out, the property owners were on the hook for the repairs because insurance won't cover damages caused by 'criminal enterprise'.

The downtown areas of Chicago, Denver, LA, San Francisco, Seattle now have an 'herbal scent' to them.
 
They're called 'Grow Houses' out here. Now that weed is legal in SOME of the US, many have disappeared. What was bad about them was the houses were usually rental properties and when the occupants cleared out, the property owners were on the hook for the repairs because insurance won't cover damages caused by 'criminal enterprise'.

The downtown areas of Chicago, Denver, LA, San Francisco, Seattle now have an 'herbal scent' to them.
The house I mentioned all the floors were uneven where the humidity had been so high it had warped.
I had a friend who had a company that hired out helicopters in the past, some for film companies doing the RAC Rally, but another to Energy companies to fly over the pylons using a heat detector to find faults, my friend said when it was flown over some housing estates it used to get high readings over the "drug farms".;)
In the past some cars and people reeked of tobacco, now it is weed. In both cases they are unaware how much it smells.
 
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