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No joke. The amount of hill jacks on here is amazing. I want to post a thread "looking for V8 for Audi S4 project" and see how many people post in there.

NASR and their lame tactics... lol I can say that, I used to work there. SPECIAL ORDER HAVEN. A 686 is a must in any collection. Used 686's are ridiculous. Might as well buy a used one-- still have a lifetime factory warranty and use the money you save to put towards something else.

The cliff of the above post is there is no "fail" in the aftermarket wiring. Eventhough it was not as clean as it should be, it works. The fail is in layout of the wiring -- Audi's design. This is my theory at the moment. All of the aftermarket crap has been checked or disconnected...

There is zero doubt in my mind that someone did not build part of the car the right way. The main issue is it was someone who didn't know what they were doing, or did and decided to take the Sanford approach--when it comes to the aftermarket WIRING--all the way down to the alarm, defi gauges, EVC, alarm and radio. Cody and I have fixed the majority of that homosexuality. However, from what I can see thus far I can say that the rest of the car was done right and wasn't rushed to "Stage 3 status". It's come down to a retarded design flaw, bad driver's and idiot owners. I always end up fixing other people's issues and problems with the cars I get myself into. I am pretty good at wiring, so I should be able to solve this sometime soon--if I get the time. I was pretty baffled until I confirmed it was electrical, which I suspected in the first place. I will say I see a lot of engineering in this car that I have never seen in any other car. Some good, but a lot bad--I see a lot of potential for major issues to occur and re-occur over and over again and that doesn't make me a huge fan of the overall design of the car. I think a lot of it was over-built and over-engineered. That's a good thing for the most part. I'd feel very safe if I was in the mood to wreck the thing. I do recognize the ECU is between two firewalls, but I still think that area of the car takes a lot of "shock" from the road, especially in the case of this car where larger wheels and a stiffer suspension was added. I just can't see the logic for putting it there, other than there was no where else to possibly put it. What I think was the most ignorant design flaw in this car is where the main wiring harness is (underneath the ECU) and goes into the cabin. That is a super fucked up design and it's weak as hell. It's super flimsy and doesn't look like it was well thought out in terms of the best way to keep it intact. With all of the other engineering and excellence in technology I think they really failed here. The "rigged" ECU really doesn't have anything to to with that area--it at least worked, this is a problem deeper into the factory harness which as far as I can tell is untapped. I'll agree it isn't quite right, but it was at least FUNCTIONAL. When I spoke of reading this issue, this is where the problem lies. Apparently the harness and wiring in this area likes to use the metal Audi decided not to grommet or some other form of protection of the wiring and this causes the metal in that area to cut/slice/saw into the wiring. I am fairly certain that this along with the weak mounting point is the problem. I agree the previous owner(S) had no business messing with this car, but it has been through a lot of "competent" shops, too so I don't know where exactly to place the blame--I doesn't really matter, I am going to have to be the one to step up and get it taken care of. No one wants to be the one to admit that they're an Asshat. I have talked to four of the previous owners and they all blame each other--It's a circle jerk of faggotry and none will take the first hit.) It also doesn't help that it is a fairly complicated design and if you don't know what you're doing you shouldn't be messing with it. I myself made that mistake, but at least I can trouble shoot the majority of the problem. As I mentioned previously, if I get the time I will try to fix the DESIGN FLAW this week. I will update when I have more info to provide. If I remember I will try to take some pictures so people can understand the flaw I am talking about.

No, but I fixed that ingenuity. I still contend that putting an ECU and harness over/ so near a wheel well is just as fucked up. The more I read up on the issue it seems that all B5 Audi's eventually have this problem.

Colts are nice, but I prefer to look at the Colt and shoot the Smith. I'd be a 460 or 500 and a 357. That way you can have "big" and "smallz".

No, ECU should be good. I am fairly sure it's in the wiring harness somewhere. Brilliant design Audi!

The good news is I pulled the ECU box out and messed around with the wires. Put everything back together (temporarily) and tried to start it. No turn, no crank, just relays clicking. So, that must be the issue. The bad news is it is still an Audi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHv3qO_Y8kk

I like the invite only site idea. Filter out the wannabes! Make it better!

Perhaps he is unaware of where the festivities are taking place.

I'm no bleeding heart liberal, but that shit pisses me off.

I don't get to the track often, but I do drive the beat-ass Sentra around for a reason.

Great for those of you who are worried about not having an external safety--it's all in the trigger.

I'll take the knife. What kind of beer do you drink?

I searched for "craigslist toilet" and nothing came up so if it's a repost... shut up and read it anyway. I laughed until I lost my breath, started coughing, and had tears in my eyes. I edited the curse words so that it wasn't a blank wall of asteriskseseses. Enjoy... http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/aus/323013997.html Quote: Sorry, I don't have anything to post about layoffs or politics, but I DO have another story from the Public Bathroom. Enjoy. You are my arch nemisis. I see you wandering around as I go about my IT Computer Nerd business: Tall. Middle Eastern. Pot Belly. We catch each others eye every now and then and give each other a slight nod. I know you, I know what you do and I am on to your games. I saw you this morning, we made eye contact. You nodded and took another bite of whatever Death-Ass producing garbage you fuel up on that makes the bathroom, smell like the inside of a dead monkey's colon, and nodded at me. I got you this time, F**ker. I give you my icey grin and nod back, then hurry back to my office. It's almost noon, and that's the time you like to run to the toilet and preform your daily ASS JIHAD on all the people just trying to wash their hands. Maybe in your country there is no commen sense that would tell you that lunch time = hand wash time. People want to get clean and eat, not be fumigated with the high octane liquid s**t attack you subjigate them too. But I got you this time. Yeah F**ker I GOT SOMETHING COOKING UP FOR YOU! Two egg sandwiches with cheese. Greasy sausage patties. A couple glasses of Tang. Some leftover Chinese food. A Twix. Root Beer Soda. Some steamed brocoli I had in the fridge. A Hot Pocket with peperonni and cheese. A Chocolate Poptart. And like a cherry on top ... a McDonald's Quaterpounder with cheese. I never eat this s**t, it's all greasy and F**king nasty, but today is the day I fight back. I go out for a quick mile jog and almsot die. My stomach feels like there are two midgets fighting to the death inside there. I walk back to work, ass clenched tighter than a virgin's thighs at Church. Great. The hot chick from next door wants to chat. She assumes the sweat on my face and arms is from running. She doesn't realize that it's a cold sweat induced by my severe sphicter trauma. She finally shuts up and I stagger to the Death Ass Arena. You are there already in your favorite stall: The one right next to the F**king sinks. You stupid, socially retarded f**k. Fine. You have yet to begin your daily purge of Middle Eastern Ass Stew. I enter the stall next to you and drop my pants in preperation of the upcomming battle. Your opening slavo is fired: A sloppy wet fart with a solid-shot closer. I laugh and show you the power of Advanced American Foodstuffs. The tuba fart I unleash echos off the walls and shrinks my waistline about an inch. The guy at the urinal laughs as I slap the wall between you and I and say "Back to YOU, Kajid!". You are silent, I assume you know who I am and that the time has come for us to battle. I know you are summoning your intestinal fortitude for full out war. You do not dissapoint me. With a hissing "SSSShhhhhzzzzzzzzz!" you squirt out a deadly spray of ass juice that pollutes the air and makes my head swim. The pisser at the urinal is no longer laughing, he quickly zips up and runs for the door. He did not stop to wash his hands, instead opting to head for the hills. I cover my mouth and nose with my shirt and the black spots dissapear from my vision. My head clears. I am ready. "AAaaaaaaaRRRRRGGGHHH!" I yell, as I drop Big Tim. That's short for "Big Timber" ... AKA "Mississippi Butt Log". Quick-fire farts stutter out of my ass, as I push the monster log from the S**t Dimension into our reality. The beefy, yeasty stench easily overpowers the Indian Ass Gutter oder of your previous attack. Mega Turd hits the water in the bowl with a mighty splash, the reek is that of a dead whale slowly ripening in the hot, tropical sun. I catch my breath and wipe my brow, and start to pat myself on the back. I should have known the battle was not over. The only thing I can think of is that you must has completly unzipped your ass to your elbow. That's the only way I could begin to explain the lumpy, creamy splashs falling out of your ass into the toilet. It sounds like you are pouring a gallon of strawberry shake with whole strawberries in it into the Sh**ter. I see the hairs on my arms start to curl from the horrid stench wafting up from under your stall. I shudder and sway on my throne, unsure if I will survive. I have no choice. I must employ the Deal Breaker. I hunker down and clench my hands together. My fingers twitch and entwine like a nest of snakes, almost like I am running through a series of ancient Ninja Hand Symbols. My feet lift up onto the toes and my legs start to shake. "You want to play??" I growls. A low moaning comes from my stomach, like a dinosaur calling into a swampy, foggy night. "YOU GOT IT! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Like Cloud summoning The Knights of the Round in Final Fantasy 7, I summon the Excalibur of Turd Demons to destroy my enemy. Hot magma-like s**t rockets out of my ass, releasing a noxious, sticky cloud of deadly recal perfume. I hear you gag and see your feet shuffle around, but you can't get away, can you? No. You can't. Veins throb on my neck and temples as the turd monster tears itself from my bowels. My lips skin back from my now clenched teeth and I try not to scream. Your roll of toilet paper rolls into my stall. You must have torn it from the wall with numb fingers in an attempt to "Wipe and Scoot". Too late. MUCH too late! Oders pound you with merciless fists: Rotten Fruitcake stuffed with boiled chicken ass holes. Hammered s**t-logs served on a bed of week old white rice. Rosie O'Donnel's racid crotch farts. The smell of your mom's dank, hairy Middle Eastern armpits. Your stall door bangs open and you stagger out. You take three unsteady steps to the door and can barely open it wide enough to slip out. I laugh at you before you leave. "Yeah! RUN, F**ker!" I yell, and laugh again. You say nothing. It's all over except for the clean up. F**k with me again, you s**t filled Anal Terrorist. Me and my ass will be waiting. http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/aus/323013997.html

Got a harmonic balancer floating around?

Bill Ruger is why we had magazine bans. I hate that asshole, and I rarely support Ruger, if ever. Though a Gemini Custom SP101 is a work of art.

.357 because you can shoot 38's. I love the .357 round more than 44, which is strange because I am a 10mm advocate.

try columbusdsm.com

Ostrich or Bison is the way to go.

That is really awesome. I love what he did with it. What I wouldn't do to have one of those...

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Sienna&annotation_id=annotation_169362&feature=iv#p/c/30DA2DAB5702C7D1/4/ywOSOE0RmvI

Matt, Welcome aboard, I believe I have seen you on ohionissans.com ... I lurk there mostly, but I do believe I was going to buy a teal 200 SE-R off of you awhile back.

Pretty sure it is a repost, if not I have seen it.