You know you’ve achieved maximum lowerage when the shock towers jut out of the bonnet.
You know you’ve achieved maximum lowerage when the shock towers jut out of the bonnet.
You have NO IDEA how much I want to put a foxtail on the 944. I have a useless antenna that got drilled through the fiberglass sunroof panel (and thus, has no ground...I’m still mad about this), so it must happen.
my favorite manta story: so, in 1981 walter f. roehrl (the automotive chuck norris, imo) wins the WRC drivers championship in an opel ascona 400. which was basically as beige a midsize german sedan as you could possibly get (though souped up, obviously, for competition — it still falls under the category of ‘group B…
How do you find spare parts for a Lada ?
I like this a lot, thanks for the info!
Jalopnik commenters: “If automakers would just offer more manuals, they’d see that people are willing to buy these cars!”
Or just look at your side view mirror prior to opening the door.
Whenever I read about the Dutch Reach I fell inclined to tell people about my own technique, which I’ve dubbed the “Portuguese Look At The Fucking Mirror Before Opening Your Fucking Door”. It’s great and can be used in tandem with the Dutch Reach.
So many extra cameras, sensors, lights, bells, whistles. All this because people refuse to do the smart thing and just look.
Don’t people do this anyway to make sure they’re not going to have their door ripped off, or themselves get run over, by oncoming traffic?
I once looked in my mirror for cyclists, didn’t see anyone, and opened my door. WOOSH went a cyclist, who’d just come out of a nearby driveway, and he yelled at me for not looking.
I don’t Dutch reach, but I do check my mirror before opening my door when I parallel park. I don’t want my door to hit a passing car and have it tear off, and I don’t want to get hit by a passing car either.
As both a driver and a cyclist I worry about this all the time. I had a very close encounter with a door a few years ago - I only avoided serious injury by a fraction of a second. My handlebars scraped the outside of the car door and I had was almost knocked off. I stayed up and just kept riding, with some car paint…
I’ve done it without a fairing. It’s... woof.
I’m guessing it’s not his first rodeo ‘round the ‘ring.