Okay, I own my old 204 and now it's worth nowt, I am thinking of making some serious mods to my car, some have threads already and to be honest, I think that this thread should really be on the American version of MB world. But you never know, there may be some geniuses here as well. I am having some thoughts on shaving the doors, for those who are not familiar with this terminology, it is the removal of door handles from the plate work on the car. i.e. No visible means of entry so hit a secret switch or from the unlock key and the door opens, Has anyone gone down this road before. Before we all get going I would like you to understand my reasoning. I feel that it has some relevance to my personal situation. I and my wife are let’s us be polite and say 2/3rds down the road, I am not looking into the box you understand but I can see it coming in the far distance, it is just a vague shape but every year the shape becomes more discernable.
I have always been a petrol head in one form or another, Bikes, fast cars, slow cars some very agricultural cars and some that were sublime but had to pass on the charge of care taker for future generation. I now have two cars, My beloved Toyota Supra Mk3 NA and my Mercedes Benz 204 in estate version, I like the Dutch and German word for it “een combie” definite pronunciation on the o and the b so it would be said out loud as “Kohombee”. I really have the desire to pimp my babes, the Supra and my trusty Teutonic steed and make a statement. Not a shout you understand, I still think I can be subtle. So it would be a journey around the car with the observer noticing small but very distinct clues to the pedigree of my two cars with the final realisation that these cars were indeed created and lavished with love and designed to S**T all over the opposition with little or no effort. It’s the door handles, you see I want people to look and look again trying to find that subtle something that their brain says IT MUST BE THERE but it isn’t and suddenly the dawn light approaches , “Hell it doesn’t have door handles” how the hell does he get in it then, you see an enigma! My problem is and I will be truth full here, I do know my limitations, I can envisage but I don’t have the craft to accomplish to the standard that I wish to achieve. It must look natural; a progression if you like, but a progression that your eye won’t descern until you look. And then the next phase knock em dead, remotely open the doors, and as they swing out and up I am able to move my wizened body out of my wheel chair and into my seat. The wheel chair folds and is neatly garaged in it’s place behind the seat. Turning the seat to the drive position the door closes with a quiet shush and a click. I start my car and drive gently away out of my disabled parking spot. With the crowd who admire the flipflop, dark glass, as they stand around , mouths open, struck dumb with the elegance in which I mount my steed and burble off into the sunset. YES MY FRIENDS I NEED THE ULTIMATE CHAV CAR AND I NEED HELP DESPERATLY. Which of you Teutonic Knight’s will gather round and help me build my chariot to VALHALLA! To cross the rainbow bridge, to meet with Feyja, Thor and the fun master Loki, and when I arrive in those hallowed halls of Isgard even Woden, God of Gods will look upon me and welcome me into the kingdom of warriors to live amongst them, do over a hundred and fifty down the autobahaan in the sky, doing donuts on indestructible tyres and not a cop in sight, truly then I have gone to heaven. Who among you has the vision, has the soul and the knowledge to impart to this mere mortal. Who will stand forth and bless me with his alchemists knowledge. Who can tell me how its done before I waffle on a bit more. Please: Ian , the dreamer.
HELP
I have always been a petrol head in one form or another, Bikes, fast cars, slow cars some very agricultural cars and some that were sublime but had to pass on the charge of care taker for future generation. I now have two cars, My beloved Toyota Supra Mk3 NA and my Mercedes Benz 204 in estate version, I like the Dutch and German word for it “een combie” definite pronunciation on the o and the b so it would be said out loud as “Kohombee”. I really have the desire to pimp my babes, the Supra and my trusty Teutonic steed and make a statement. Not a shout you understand, I still think I can be subtle. So it would be a journey around the car with the observer noticing small but very distinct clues to the pedigree of my two cars with the final realisation that these cars were indeed created and lavished with love and designed to S**T all over the opposition with little or no effort. It’s the door handles, you see I want people to look and look again trying to find that subtle something that their brain says IT MUST BE THERE but it isn’t and suddenly the dawn light approaches , “Hell it doesn’t have door handles” how the hell does he get in it then, you see an enigma! My problem is and I will be truth full here, I do know my limitations, I can envisage but I don’t have the craft to accomplish to the standard that I wish to achieve. It must look natural; a progression if you like, but a progression that your eye won’t descern until you look. And then the next phase knock em dead, remotely open the doors, and as they swing out and up I am able to move my wizened body out of my wheel chair and into my seat. The wheel chair folds and is neatly garaged in it’s place behind the seat. Turning the seat to the drive position the door closes with a quiet shush and a click. I start my car and drive gently away out of my disabled parking spot. With the crowd who admire the flipflop, dark glass, as they stand around , mouths open, struck dumb with the elegance in which I mount my steed and burble off into the sunset. YES MY FRIENDS I NEED THE ULTIMATE CHAV CAR AND I NEED HELP DESPERATLY. Which of you Teutonic Knight’s will gather round and help me build my chariot to VALHALLA! To cross the rainbow bridge, to meet with Feyja, Thor and the fun master Loki, and when I arrive in those hallowed halls of Isgard even Woden, God of Gods will look upon me and welcome me into the kingdom of warriors to live amongst them, do over a hundred and fifty down the autobahaan in the sky, doing donuts on indestructible tyres and not a cop in sight, truly then I have gone to heaven. Who among you has the vision, has the soul and the knowledge to impart to this mere mortal. Who will stand forth and bless me with his alchemists knowledge. Who can tell me how its done before I waffle on a bit more. Please: Ian , the dreamer.
HELP
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