24-11-2014, 06:15 AM
Hi.
I spent nine years in the RAF as a motor mechanic/fitter (different meanings from Civvy Street). At 19 I (just me) was responsible for getting 300 driving school vehicles mobile every morning. At 25 I was in charge of vehicle servicability on a SAM site about 200 miles from Vietnam (not that us Brits were involved in that particular war). It was well known that the tattiest vehicles on camp belonged to the MT boys ... they knew just how far they could push things, and still keep moving. I have never walked home, nor called out the rescue services for anything that could be attributed to lack of servicing. Misfuelling? Yes. Punctures? Yes, but only recently. Blown piston? Yes. Broken wiper cable? Yes. OK, perhaps I do tend to treat my motors irrevently.
I bought the 306 as a hack, with the intention of driving it till it stopped, then get another. Frankly, I find nothing about to get excited over, but it has earned a lot of respect. And hey, a car is primarily to get from A to B, anything else is a bonus. Twenty years ago my car pulled 30mph/1000rpm and red-lined at 6500rpm. I decided that if I wanted to keep my licence, I'd better find a way of having fun without a testerozone pump. Old Land Rovers. (But I will try to include a piccy of my wife enjoying her 70th birthday prezzy).
I was surprised at how warm a welcome I got from this forum ... and then suddenly I became a target for poking with barge poles. OK, explanation accepted. I try very hard not to wind up, or offend people, but it does happen. Poking fun at French cars? I can justify from my own experiences, if you wish, but this is my first Peugeot, and I can't fault it, subject to a couple of age related niggles.
I will try to access my heater motor by lying on a plywood ramp resting on the sill, and come back if that doesn't help me.
In the meantime, can anybody guide me through my rejected password problems ... in words of one sylable, pretty please.
602
I spent nine years in the RAF as a motor mechanic/fitter (different meanings from Civvy Street). At 19 I (just me) was responsible for getting 300 driving school vehicles mobile every morning. At 25 I was in charge of vehicle servicability on a SAM site about 200 miles from Vietnam (not that us Brits were involved in that particular war). It was well known that the tattiest vehicles on camp belonged to the MT boys ... they knew just how far they could push things, and still keep moving. I have never walked home, nor called out the rescue services for anything that could be attributed to lack of servicing. Misfuelling? Yes. Punctures? Yes, but only recently. Blown piston? Yes. Broken wiper cable? Yes. OK, perhaps I do tend to treat my motors irrevently.
I bought the 306 as a hack, with the intention of driving it till it stopped, then get another. Frankly, I find nothing about to get excited over, but it has earned a lot of respect. And hey, a car is primarily to get from A to B, anything else is a bonus. Twenty years ago my car pulled 30mph/1000rpm and red-lined at 6500rpm. I decided that if I wanted to keep my licence, I'd better find a way of having fun without a testerozone pump. Old Land Rovers. (But I will try to include a piccy of my wife enjoying her 70th birthday prezzy).
I was surprised at how warm a welcome I got from this forum ... and then suddenly I became a target for poking with barge poles. OK, explanation accepted. I try very hard not to wind up, or offend people, but it does happen. Poking fun at French cars? I can justify from my own experiences, if you wish, but this is my first Peugeot, and I can't fault it, subject to a couple of age related niggles.
I will try to access my heater motor by lying on a plywood ramp resting on the sill, and come back if that doesn't help me.
In the meantime, can anybody guide me through my rejected password problems ... in words of one sylable, pretty please.
602