tomcat59alan
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Plain English pleaseI thing settings upload choose size
wil2813
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this is my no6 vogue 50 carin I sold after I purchased my l322 vogue,i can honestly say out of all the p38s ive owned this was the one I liked most + its rarer than hens teeth
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wil2813
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unless they came out of the autobiography I cut up & broke for spares
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Chrisfrain2007
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unless they came out of the autobiography I cut up & broke for spares
Black with Red piping is hideous, did u spec that??
wil2813
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no I broke a autobiography someone obviously ordered that spec,all the trim was sold so its in another p38 somewhere
Chrisfrain2007
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Well it's hideous, somebody in history with a lot of money had very poor taste 😄
wil2813
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afterall a autobiography is about yourself & taste when ordering, everone has different views/taste I suppose but personally im not bothered, if they hadn't of sold I would have crushed them in the car with the rest of it
Chrisfrain2007
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afterall a autobiography is about yourself & taste when ordering, everone has different views/taste I suppose but personally im not bothered, if they hadn't of sold I would have crushed them in the car with the rest of it
I think that's what should of happened 😄 I remember seeing one somewhere that beckham allegedly owned, was purple with purple leather interior
Some lovely examples of P38 colours.
You just don't see those colours over here.
They all seem to be Blue.
This is mine. er Blue too.
Rangie by Sovereign125a, on Flickr
You just don't see those colours over here.
They all seem to be Blue.
This is mine. er Blue too.
Rangie by Sovereign125a, on Flickr
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wil2813
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Double post. sri.
gold rover
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Thinking this was a good thread, and should have lasted longer. more pictures please.
In order to keep it going, here is a copy of a post of mine on an Irish motoring website, a verbal picture of my P38 experience if you will.
Some background info, the M50 is an awful ring road around Dublin, tarmac misery. NCT cert is an Irish MOT.
Northsiders tend to be less well off than Southsiders, me? I'm a Northsider. Hence the P38.Lol just kidding
Anyway the story........
Early morning heading into work, things are askew already, as rush hour on the M50 beckons, not my usual haunt.
The old Rangie stumbles along, a mixture of leather, electronic faults and rust, startling the Doves off the road.
A flash of Red in the rear view mirror registers. Low, wide, looks a little familiar. The surprise appearance of a Lotus Excige behind me, brightens my morning.
The next intersection, we part company, the clouds grow a little darker, the P38 presses on, the air suspension ecu processing which fault to ruin my morning with.
Arriving at the M50, this is madness cars everywhere, dodging in and out, eventually lane 3 is the only sanctuary.
Solihulls finest in 2.5 Diesel form is at the edge of the envelope here, like the pigeons we chased off the road earlier, it's a bit slow to react.
clearly annoyed by this early morning call for performance, a truculent beep sounds briefly in the cab, being any one of ongoing faults the beep is ignored.
Dreaming about the Red Excige from earlier, the dash is echoing my thoughts, ah yes that red looks like the colour alright. that little battery symbol is the exact colour. Ah rats.
Ok it's just the alternator gone faulty, the battery charger will keep things going for a week or two whilst the fault is investigated.
The Range Rover P38, was instrumental in the development of fly by wire.
It was invented soon after the P38s steering box was found to be the limit human input could handle.
Going in a straight line at 70MPH requires a lot of steering inputs, all of which now suddenly required a lot of effort.
the fog in my mind swirled the words greenbelt hokum, they re jumbled into fan belt broken.
Processing this information all was well, so no chargeing or steering assist, only a mile or two to go.
Suddenly my Haynes gland woke up, and started shouting water pump at me, a glance at the Rangie bad news centre, revealed a temperature gauge going for gold. Luckily there was a break in the traffic, and with the poise of an affronted Heron, 3 lanes of traffic were crossed. A cloud of dust signalled my arrival in the micro hard shoulder. Now stopped, the car heeling over with the passage of every vehicle. The barrier was jumped over as I exited the passenger door.
There was an a very fresh looking NCT cert in the grass, 08D something. Ok focus, was this how a downed fighter jet pilot felt, just me, over the front line on the Southside. The first ever time my AA membership would be called upon, not being able to hear a thing with the traffic din, their dispatcher took my details and location, with utmost patience.
The beautiful Yellow recovery vehicle showed up in no time, the Rangie swapped the indignity of being hauled up the recovery deck, with the elegance of being wafted along, above the traffic. The astounding thing was we were heading for home, and a little later we were there. The journey shortened by a gentleman of an AA driver.
A trip to the motor factors followed by an almost complete dismantling of the front of the RR saw the belt replaced, and most of the skin gone off my hands.
But a massive thanks to the AA and my recovery driver.
In order to keep it going, here is a copy of a post of mine on an Irish motoring website, a verbal picture of my P38 experience if you will.
Some background info, the M50 is an awful ring road around Dublin, tarmac misery. NCT cert is an Irish MOT.
Northsiders tend to be less well off than Southsiders, me? I'm a Northsider. Hence the P38.Lol just kidding
Anyway the story........
Early morning heading into work, things are askew already, as rush hour on the M50 beckons, not my usual haunt.
The old Rangie stumbles along, a mixture of leather, electronic faults and rust, startling the Doves off the road.
A flash of Red in the rear view mirror registers. Low, wide, looks a little familiar. The surprise appearance of a Lotus Excige behind me, brightens my morning.
The next intersection, we part company, the clouds grow a little darker, the P38 presses on, the air suspension ecu processing which fault to ruin my morning with.
Arriving at the M50, this is madness cars everywhere, dodging in and out, eventually lane 3 is the only sanctuary.
Solihulls finest in 2.5 Diesel form is at the edge of the envelope here, like the pigeons we chased off the road earlier, it's a bit slow to react.
clearly annoyed by this early morning call for performance, a truculent beep sounds briefly in the cab, being any one of ongoing faults the beep is ignored.
Dreaming about the Red Excige from earlier, the dash is echoing my thoughts, ah yes that red looks like the colour alright. that little battery symbol is the exact colour. Ah rats.
Ok it's just the alternator gone faulty, the battery charger will keep things going for a week or two whilst the fault is investigated.
The Range Rover P38, was instrumental in the development of fly by wire.
It was invented soon after the P38s steering box was found to be the limit human input could handle.
Going in a straight line at 70MPH requires a lot of steering inputs, all of which now suddenly required a lot of effort.
the fog in my mind swirled the words greenbelt hokum, they re jumbled into fan belt broken.
Processing this information all was well, so no chargeing or steering assist, only a mile or two to go.
Suddenly my Haynes gland woke up, and started shouting water pump at me, a glance at the Rangie bad news centre, revealed a temperature gauge going for gold. Luckily there was a break in the traffic, and with the poise of an affronted Heron, 3 lanes of traffic were crossed. A cloud of dust signalled my arrival in the micro hard shoulder. Now stopped, the car heeling over with the passage of every vehicle. The barrier was jumped over as I exited the passenger door.
There was an a very fresh looking NCT cert in the grass, 08D something. Ok focus, was this how a downed fighter jet pilot felt, just me, over the front line on the Southside. The first ever time my AA membership would be called upon, not being able to hear a thing with the traffic din, their dispatcher took my details and location, with utmost patience.
The beautiful Yellow recovery vehicle showed up in no time, the Rangie swapped the indignity of being hauled up the recovery deck, with the elegance of being wafted along, above the traffic. The astounding thing was we were heading for home, and a little later we were there. The journey shortened by a gentleman of an AA driver.
A trip to the motor factors followed by an almost complete dismantling of the front of the RR saw the belt replaced, and most of the skin gone off my hands.
But a massive thanks to the AA and my recovery driver.
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Here's my pride and joy....
Just about to prep her for going back on the road for Autumn/Winter (when madam is persuaded that little rag tops and county lanes don't mix).
To do list:
Two new bags for the front
Replace oil and filter on box
Face the music and check head gaskets (faint wiff of steam in exhaust gas though no obvious coolant lose and engine runs smoothly).
Looking at pictures here and also thinking I should upgrade to 18" Hurricanes from the 16" originals....
Loving the thread!
Just about to prep her for going back on the road for Autumn/Winter (when madam is persuaded that little rag tops and county lanes don't mix).
To do list:
Two new bags for the front
Replace oil and filter on box
Face the music and check head gaskets (faint wiff of steam in exhaust gas though no obvious coolant lose and engine runs smoothly).
Looking at pictures here and also thinking I should upgrade to 18" Hurricanes from the 16" originals....
Loving the thread!
