Beats the hell out of Coke can shims.
LOL!!
OK, I dunno if you're a typical Ozzie gearhead ("petrolhead" to you'se scions of the Queen) but in any case you brought back a sweet memory of me' yout' (that's American yout', as in yute, not ute)
Got friends in town cuz my cousin's getting married 2 states away in 2 days.....couple of us in the wedding party live on opposite coasts, I live in the middle and they wanted to fly in and carpool from central MN to Da' Yoop because, well BECAUSE.... that's the sort of stuff we do.
So we're out tearing up the roads @ 2AM in my '70 Nova, 350 over a 400 with too-tall gears and too-tall airshocks.......slam the brakes and the bumper digs asphalt as she tries to swap ends.... vertically.
I'm doin' about a buck thirty American (210 kliks to you) and somebody's elbow bumps the T-Hannle on the B&M which dumps the bumper which dumps my elbow which dumps my bumper which dumps my elbow which chicken-peckin' motion ends up with my rear tires LIT'rally leaving the ground on a straightaway... which, when I got 'er back down, the rods had a pronounced RADDLE........ as in you has to be either under power or winding down cuz you cain't HEAR with slack in the motor.
So we topped up the 'turdy-weight and humped 'er on home 13 miles and tore her down
It's Friday nite
In Finlayson Minnesota population 139 (Actually just up the road in Willow River, population 112 with 6 bars and no churches but who's counting)
Wedding's on Sunday, 6hrs away
Which brings me to the Coke cans
Shims of aluminum (aluminium is similar) and some judicious rasping of the rod caps and we not only made the trip, but I got another 20 thou out of 'er
Ahhhh Yesss..... Coke Is It..... was anyways