Late hunting for mushrooms - Toyota Carib, 1.5 liter, 1986
Sunday. Day off. Since yesterday, the desire and agreement to go for mushrooms. In anticipation of the rest, I woke up in a good mood. But, according to the law of the genre, everyone wanted me sharply))
A friend needed tires from an Audi, they were transported up to 14 hours. But there is a plus — they opened the Audi)))
The Shinniki (the second crew) were already in the forest when I finally got free and was ready for adventure. We got to the place, met and drove to leeeees).
The road was interesting:
— Four-wheel drive include?
- No, there's a highway.
Ugums. After 200 meters sat on the belly. They began to pull the dynamite. ZHZhZhzhzhzh, ZhZhZhzhzhzhzh, poof! They pulled out the towing ear, and how they pulled it out! It, along with the shackle, flew into the radiator grill of the poor cornfield. Inspection showed that if there were no grid, the radiator would end. It worked out.
We left all the same, we go further and stumbled upon an old railway! =)
Imagining ourselves as locomotives, we go, we go. Mushroom pickers caught smile and say something. Ride in satisfaction)
There were not many mushrooms, but they themselves are to blame - they left late. But they rolled)
Issue price: 400 ₽
malazes! mastering bezdor little by little ;) here is the first science for you. it’s better to lose a minute once again and turn on the full one than to lose an hour digging =)
easy tuning to do — that's what. and put into human form. the patency of the "standard CV" is its limit. without _serious_ infusions of banknotes. and if you seriously pour in banknotes, then this is fanaticism for this device.
it's true. I had to insist on my own and turn it on)
it’s hard for me on the track … Bunz on the belly and that’s it, wheels are floundering in the air. But Roman upset me about the carib, so I don’t know what to do now ... =