VW 1982 High Top Aircooled Automatic 1970cc engine
I find it very heavy on the steering, I dont know what coversion it is but can supply pictures if needed.
Cindy

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cindy66 wrote:Sorry yes I did mean Power Steering, Tyre Pressure front is 35 rear is 47 thats what it says in the manual, I do find it fine on straight runs and its only very heavy when turning tight corners which we have quite a lot of in north Wales.
Cindy
Thanks for that will check them when out tomorrow cindyIan Hulley wrote:cindy66 wrote:Sorry yes I did mean Power Steering, Tyre Pressure front is 35 rear is 47 thats what it says in the manual, I do find it fine on straight runs and its only very heavy when turning tight corners which we have quite a lot of in north Wales.
Cindy
Running standard 185R14C the fronts should be 45 and rears 55 ... look at the plate on the door pillar![]()
Ian.
CovKid wrote:I've mentioned this before but I have a steering knob on mine like you'd find on a forklift.
So we seem to have a new driving phenomenon to deal with, one might say a new 'style' developing, first witnessed in the big cities but no doubt now permeating out to the regions - read on.
A Ford Ka - might have been the top of range Ghia, couldn't see or was taken aback too much as it flashed past inches away " zooms right across in front of my driving line through a set of traffic lights. It was coming the other way, turning right across my path, at night, the driver making a snap judgement " no bad thing in itself, but…
the defining snapshot view, a profile in silhouette as it sped away, created one of those great 'Aha!' moments " it's here, honest, the new wave, the new generation, we've suspected it, we've seen it time and time again, but have we all had that same sudden 'awakening' to the mindset behind it?
So - that profile - the 'relaxed laid back driving position', single hand on wheel, mobile glued to right ear… Yes, maybe you've guessed the stereotype. Late 20's or 30 something power-dressing 'nice young woman', in that characteristic Bubble-Ka profile, just needing a long pole sticking straight-up from the rear bumper to complete the picture " she was dodgem driving with her whizzy wee car, no doubt simultaneously driving her love life with that auto-mobile chit-chat too. But playing dodgems with my car and my life, or anyone around not anticipating such a totally disengaged driving style. Dodgems was the image that sprung immediately to mind " perfect, gottit, a Dodgem Danger, reverting instinctively to maybe her first ever driving experience, candy-floss in hand " but at another speed, in a real car, with real hazards just waiting to hurt herself, somebody else, or at best just about to put up all our insurance premiums.
Frequently self-obsessed with their own time-management and bizarrely unaware of dangers all around that veneer-thin steel shell. And whilst maybe finely tuned to their environment in some ways, quite unaware of their level of disengagement with the act of driving " with the limits of the car, the imperfection of the roads and their inability to use that steering wheel meaningfully in a crisis. In a killer machine, sometimes full of children, speed, mass, potential danger, awareness? " Nada " not so much as the faintest appreciation that driving a car is not a sideline, nor a simple means to an end, A to B, deliver the kids, get the flowers, do the shopping, make that date on time. It can be that, but when in it, driving it " that's where the focus should be " driving and all that driving requires to be safe and keep others safe. Maybe women are naturally gifted when it comes to multi-tasking, an innate skill, ability " but is driving at the forefront of their minds - time-sharing with a dozen things a woman needs to do during her journey today is a recipe for a lifetime of danger. Seems like this casual, incidental approach to driving is neither being addressed during instruction or winkled out by testers.
Dodgem Dames…. They're here, watchout, they haven't seen you, haven't seen themselves in their mirror-minds, certainly haven't engaged with a driving ethos of any merit, nor had its hidden dangers instilled from day one…the same sub-species by the way, that also haven't engaged with what double yellow lines near dangerous junctions mean - it's all so much trouble to bother - and uncool - apparently.
They'd all soon be Dead Dames in old Morris Minors with cross-ply tyres on a dark wet night, that's for sure…