pinkpanther

A few photos from a very chilly Clumber Park this afternoon 🥶

Just manage to snap it as it disappeared behind the clouds🌛

The coolant has no doubt gone somewhere, although I wonder if the other error messages relate to a failing battery?

Chilly today 🥶

Owing to a change in circumstance my lovely Mercedes 350 CLK convertible is for sale. 2006 (on private plate), A209 generation - please feel free to contact me directly for more details Would like £3500

A few from earlier @ Idle Valley ............

Yes - vehicle settings / status. I could have sworn the blue eye symbol wasn't there until recently 🤔

Many thanks for posting this, although to be honest I'm still none the wiser Nothing showing up in vehicle status - all lights/tyres pressures fine 🤷‍♂️

Clearly the OEM rear wiper isn't up to much - mine makes a helluva racket, despite meticulously cleaning both the rear screen and the blade. Car is 10 months old 🙁

A mystery 🤔

When it's off I get the attached, but the blue symbol on the infotainment screen is present whether it's on or off 🤷‍♂️

A few more I took during this mornings sunrise.......

Google image search no use either🤷‍♂️

Not as far as I'm aware Bottom left corner - above the car icon

Camera seems to be working fine

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isopropyl_alcohol

This has appeared on the cars infotainment screen - unsure what it signifies and there is no manual with the car (2023 1.5 TSi SE-L) for reference purposes. Very grateful for any guidance

Had a similar issue with the button in our Yeti - recall using IPA to clean it. Disappointing to hear this remains a problem with the newer Karoq

Good morning 🌤

Oops 😬

this was the situation a few days ago: https://x.com/AttenboroughNR/status/1742842559230054864?s=20

A few from Attenborough nature reserve. Lots of detritus from recent flooding, but glad to see the place appears to be large intact ................

Tyres (& and the ability of the driver) probably key factors, although what a great video from an advertising perspective 👍

From Car Magazine's long-term review of the Twin Air Panda (I'm back researching possible future purchases). I used to buy both Car Magazine and Top Gear back in the day, primarily for the purposes of reading these articles. Sad to say, in my view, the current crop of Car Magazines aren't worth anything beyond brief on-line perusal. Month 5: running a Fiat Panda: 'the Panda stands up well to a careless shunt' There’s a sublime episode of Father Ted in which he and Dougal attempt to tap out the smallest of dings on a car donated for a raffle prize. Of course, being Ted and Dougal, they end up flaying the whole thing into an exquisitely and entirely delaminated construct. Despite not being entirely convinced by the Panda’s ‘squircle’-infested styling, I’m fairly certain that little positive rectification would be achieved by similarly attacking it with a large lump of metal. Though someone had other ideas because – alas – the poor Panda has been subjected to a savage and unsolicited assault by a Blue Rinse Biddie-aimed battering-ram shaped much like a Volkswagen Polo. Minding my own business one cheery, I-am-bloody-NOT-listening-to-Tony-Blackburn-so-it’ll-have-to-be-Radio-4 Saturday afternoon, I tailed said Polo into a garden centre car park, whereupon it exited, stage left. I was just considering where to park up when the VW reappeared, at ramming speed, on my port bow. There was to be no windscreen-cracking, cursing co-pilot-accompanied barrel-rolling here, however. It was more like a low impact-speed Lambada, the cars thrust together in grinding embrace, pirouetting through a graunching, graceless 90-degree before coming to a standstill. No one was hurt, and no airbags were deployed in the pile-up. Almost a pity, that; let me explain. Years ago, Saab hosted an ice-driving time trial for a motley crew of international hacks. Happily, the British team’s chances were vastly improved (as he himself pointed out) by the presence of the most pompous, obnoxious Frenchman I have ever met. Fat cigar protruding from fat head, he insisted on going first. Ahhh, the collective power of thought. Willed into mishap by the combined might of miffed English minds, he never made it round the first bend. He assaulted the adjacent snow bank with sufficient vim to set off the airbag, which duly smeared myriad chunks of red-hot Monte Cristo all over his smug chops. No Englishman dodged the gentle indignity of having just a whiff of wee escape into his smalls that afternoon. Ever since, I’ve wondered what an airbag in the face must feel like. Anyway, although the Polo pilot (somewhat ironically hunting for the hospital next door, it transpired) was sufficiently shaken, she also proved sufficiently compos mentis not to admit liability. The VW certainly bested the Fiat, pushing the whole front suspension assembly backwards far enough to jam the tyre solidly against the rear of the wheel arch, making it undriveable. For only the second time in my life I came to experience the three most disheartening consequences of an injury-free accident: the appalling, extended ‘baaaang’ of crumpling metal served with a garnish of tinkling trim; the sudden metamorphosis of man’s only freedom into an immoveable hunk of costly junk and the dread, out-of-cigarettes wait for the rescue services. The AA was, of course, superb. Until it wasn’t. Some two hours after the quoted deadline had expired, precisely the low-loader I’d suggested would be useless lumbered up. Moving at the speed of lard, the operative first attempted to drive the Panda (wince) before deploying every plastic wedge in his armoury to painstakingly scrape it aboard. My last stogie long since smoked and a bottle of Famous Grouse now positively bellowing for attention from my larder, it… took… an… eternity. And to add insult to lack of injury, the AA operative even stopped on the way home to buy himself something to eat. And the lessons to be learned from this sorry tale? Take sandwiches and a good book everywhere; don’t bite the nice AA man; and never, ever build a hospital next door to a garden centre. By Anthony ffrench-Constant (©️)

Glorious sky tonight - hand held only though (too cold to linger with the tripod 🥶).