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Came across this site - great concept. And a reward if you help get a stolen car back. http://www.spotter.co.nz :thumb:

Just get some light ( or dark if you want ) orange paint in a spray can. Only half the bulb really needs to be painted. Better get the heat resistant ie: block paint if you are paranoid about it at all. Alot cheaper to get the amber bulbs themselves, and repco do do them. Just a quick fix if you have orange paint lying around, and we know you got the clear bulbs I haven't done this, but read on a few forums others doing it with great results. EDIT: Did you ask for YELLOW or amber/orange coloured bulbs? I can see the, ahem, highly qualified counter guy spazzing out and not even asking 'did you mean orange, or we have orange in stock'

Loooooose the chrome ( looks tacky ) Keep the black strip - breaks it up, 100% more pleasing to the eye. Crack out the GIMP and have a play - you will see the truth then

Mag and turbo have a flash thing on their web site that lets you see mags on your car. Might not have those mags, but a similar one. Give that a whirl. Edit: My bad - it was a link off them: http://www.modifymycar.com/

Yes I would too. But I'm going there to live and set up or buy a business.

Yeah i know - thats certing, and their dutys and taxes.I import machinery from Japan myself, and it's no where as close to that. Just have to suck up their pricing/taxes etc.

LCT is for cars over something like 50K. - so im nowhere near that Looking at some surfers car dealers, the exact same car as mine is 21K !! It will cost me roughly $4500-00 to ship, clear, duty, gst etc mine. I'm 90% certain I will ship it over. Maybe a nice profit in it if I sell it

I should of done this first. Just got off the phone with my customs broker, and it won't be a problem. Rough costs are shipping 1500 NZ duty/customs 80 10% duty 10% Gst registering of car ( must be done before export ) And he will pick up my car and deliver it to the wharf etc. All I need to do is pick it up in Brisbane after a ph call from him. So - quite painless and cheap compared to buying one over there.

Ok - found this site, if anyone is interested. Interesting, you can import a NZ car over there, drive it around on NZ plates for the duration of your visa/stay. http://www.customs.gov.au/site/page.cfm?u=4371

Thanks. I saw 12 or so when I was in the Gold Coast last year. All pretty new ones. Sounds like I will be selling mine ( dammit ) - more research is needed. I'm going to be buying a BMW over there if mine dosen't make it.

Does anyone here know if it's a expensive exercise or not to take a BMW to Australia. Destination will be the Gold Coast. Or is it more economical to sell one here and buy one over there? Cheers

This is one of my favs: Cinderella was now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now departed Prince, she happily sat in her rocking chair watching the world go by with her cat, Alan. One afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared her Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?" The Fairy Godmother replied, "Well Cinderella, since you have lived a good wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?" Cinderella was overjoyed. "I wish I was extremely wealthy", she said. Instantly, her rocking chair turned into solid gold. Alan, her cat, jumped off her lap and ran to the edge of the porch quivering with fear. "Oh thank you Fairy Godmother," said Cinderella. "Is there anything else you might wish for?" asked the Fairy Godmother. Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I was young and full of the beauty I once had." At once, her wish was granted. Cinderella felt feeling inside her that she had not felt for years. The Fairy Godmother said, "you have one wish remaining, what shall you have? Cinderella looked at her frightened cat in the corner and said, "I wish you to turn Alan, my old cat, into a handsome young man." Magically, Alan suddenly underwent a change and then before them stood a young man with the looks and body that no other man could match. The Fairy Godmother again spoke "Congratulations Cinderella. Enjoy your new life," and with that she was gone. For a few eerie moments, Cinderella and Alan looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat breathless, gazing at the most stunning, perfect man she had ever seen. Alan walked over to Cinderella and held her close in his muscular arms. He leant in close to her ear and whispered in a warm breath, "I bet you regret having my balls chopped off now don't you, bitch?"

Could be fuel pressure related. First thing to do is to change your spark plugs, air filters etc. While your there, check the HT leads with a OHM meter, and look at your dizzy cap and so on. If your fuel pump is dying, it's not a biggie to replace.

People dying is cool? What if (x) amount of people were in the Sky Tower at that time and they all died."Oh but it's sooo cool" Being on the spot - it was a very uncool thing to happen/witness.Now on reflection, no real harm done, but by christ he was close to taking out a couple of houses, including mine.

Wow that was amazing. Landed, or crashed, 100M from my house. Mayhem ensued. Got some pics of the plane crash, pilot lying on beach not looking to flash, and the attempted salvage of the plane. Helicopters all over the place, landing on beach etc etc. Boozed and "whats that noise out side, OMG a plane has crashed in the water OMG" I'll post later if interested, right now, still partying.... E: Kohi beach....

A husband comes home from work, plops down on the couch in front of the TV and asks his wife, "Could you get me a beer before it starts?" The wife sighs and gets him a beer. Ten minutes later, he says, "Could I have another beer before it starts?" Annoyed, the wife gets a second beer from the refrigerator and slams it down on the table in front of her husband. He drinks it and says, “Quick, get me another one, It’s going to start any minute.” Furious, the wife yells, “Is that all you’re going to do tonight – drink beer and sit in front of the TV? You’re nothing but a lazy drunk, and furthermore...” The husband sighs and says “It’s started.”

I was sitting in a cafeteria recently, next to a blonde who was engrossed in her newspaper. One of the headlines blared: "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed." She shook her head at the sad news. Then, turning to me, asked, "How many is a Brazilian?"

Hah - that reminds me of this:

A female police officer pulled over a man for DUI, and said, "You are under arrest. Anything you say, can and will be held against you. Do you want to say anything?" The drunk replied, "Nice tits."

The CIA has an opening for one assassin. After sending some applicants through the rigorous initial testing, the field is narrowed down to two men and one woman. The day comes for the final test. The CIA men administering the test bring the first man to a large metal door and hand him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions no matter what the circumstances", they explain. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man is shocked and says, "You can't be serious. I would never shoot my own wife!" "Well", says the CIA man, "You're definitely not the man for this job." They bring the second man to the same door and hand him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances", they explain. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man looks a bit shocked, but nevertheless takes the gun and walks into the room. All is quiet for about five minutes, and then the door opens. The man walks out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her, but I just couldn't pull the trigger and kill my own wife. I guess I'm not the man for the job." "No" the CIA man replies, "you don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home." Now they lead the woman to the same door and hand her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman takes the gun and opens the door. Before the door even closes all the way, the CIA men hear the gun firing. One shot after another—thirteen bullets in all. Then all hell breaks loose in the room. They hear screaming, crashing and banging on the walls. This goes on for several minutes, and then there is silence. The door opens slowly, and there stands the woman. She wipes the sweat from her brow and says, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair."

Three college women went to see a doctor. The doctor examined the first one, and when she undressed he noticed a prominent letter "H" on her chest. He asked her about it and she said, "Oh, my boyfriend goes to Harvard and he's so proud of it he never removes his Harvard sweatshirt. Not even when we make love." After he finished examining her, the second woman went in. When she undressed he saw a "Y" on her chest. She said, "My boyfriend goes to Yale and nothing could ever make him take off his Yale shirt." The third woman went in and the doctor saw an "M" on her chest. He asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend who goes to Michigan, by any chance?" She replied, "No, but I have a girlfriend who goes to Wisconsin. Why do you ask?"

It's Saturday morning and Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf, when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home. "Hello?" says a little girl's voice. "Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Bob. "Is Mommy near the phone?" "No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank." After a brief pause, Bob says, "But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!" "Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!" "Okay, then. Here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car's just pulled up outside the house." "Okay, Daddy!" A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone. "Well, I did what you said, Daddy." "And what happened?" "Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's all dead." "Oh, my God! What about Uncle Frank?" "He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too, and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he's dead too." There is a long pause. "Swimming pool? Is this 854-7039?"

I don't know how to or why you would want to? Try chatting with a dealer, they may have a 'plug and play' setting for that.

I think he ment to say owned. Like 'char brar, like your shoes now i phoned home own your mamma bitch ride my tri's' Anyway, as Gus said, quality to start with, will last a long long time.

Ok - I don't speak for Andrew, or anyone else here, but keep your boy racer smokin dumbass sh*t to the ricer side of things.If I see a BMW owner smokin it up on public steet, I will and have a word with the driver. 9/10 times, its a pimply 17 yr old in a $1000 BMW. How cool is that?? A boy racer belongs in a ricer, sorry to say. It really roots me sideways to see this sh*t happen. Leave it to the track or your south auckland mates to enjoy. :rambo: