Just had a terrible experience with my Fabia... :(

I was driving along when I heard a dull thud from the driver's footwell. :confused:

After arriving home, I checked the footwell and discovered a rubber rectangle framed and striped by metal just lying there.

I then noticed that only two of my footpedals were looking 'Sporty'... the accelerator pedal was now just a pristine block of shiny rubber.

Yes, folks, I'm probably the last one to know this, but the Sporty metal pedals on the vRS are not what they appear to be!

It pains me to say this, but the Sporty look is achieved by rubber/metal covers! :eek:

Whatever next?

The Skoda badge falling off to reveal a Lada one underneath?

all the vag cars pedals are like that on the sport models

Yep - they're all like this with covers.

Yeah it can be a bit dangerous at times, stupid idea really

Daft idea but look good (while they last )Drill em n pop rivet them on.................

only if you want to be that extreme tho......................

I have to admit I'm still running my un-sporty clutch & brake pedals my car came with, but with the vRS pedal with the "sporty" cover on it.... I probably should look into a set of covers and do all 3.

Happended to me on my clutch pedal a bit of super glue or arladite seems to do the trick.

Cheers

Davy

That's not a horror story!

where is the lone female who decides to venture down the cellar steps in the rented isolated house to investigate the growling noises?

What happened to the ancient book of spells that comes with a warning never ever to open it?

and what about the group of American Teens that go on a trip out to the woods and accidentally murder a mysterious psycho with terrible consequences?

I paid absolutely no money whatsoever to read this 'horror story' about an ill fitting pedal cover working itsself loose, and frankly, I'm disappointed. Wes Craven would turn in his grave, if indeed he were infact dead. Who knows, he's probably undead by now.

That's not a horror story!

where is the lone female who decides to venture down the cellar steps in the rented isolated house to investigate the growling noises?

What happened to the ancient book of spells that comes with a warning never ever to open it?

and what about the group of American Teens that go on a trip out to the woods and accidentally murder a mysterious psycho with terrible consequences?

I paid absolutely no money whatsoever to read this 'horror story' about an ill fitting pedal cover working itsself loose, and frankly, I'm disappointed. Wes Craven would turn in his grave, if indeed he were infact dead. Who knows, he's probably undead by now.

Supoib! :rofl:

If you've not already added to these great bodies of work, then you really otta:

Hoff: Amazon.ca: Customer Reviews: David Hasselhoff

Bic:Amazon.co.uk: Customer Reviews: BiC Kugelschreiber Cristal Kugelschreiber Cristal schwarz

hahahahahaha, Those reviews are surely the work of genius! I've spat beer all over my computer now, thanks!

hahahahahaha, Those reviews are surely the work of genius!

I couldn't agree more... but then I do have two in the former and one in the latter.

I've spat beer all over my computer now, thanks!

You're welcome.

Come on then, which ones are yours?

Come on then, which ones are yours?

Sorry, modesty prevents me from such a revelation.

Also, when you write a Hoff review, one of the things you must agree to, as well as never calling The Hoff by his real name and always mentioning that Track Six Hot Shot City is particularly good, is maintaining anonymity.

However, I will admit to both my Hoff contributions being on Page 1 of the reviews.

A complimentary Wobblytickle Nipple Mate and a can of Creak-B-Gone to whoever spots them.

hahahaha I fkn love the internets!

OK, I may live to regret this, but here's a review I submitted that was mysteriously deleted from Amazon's servers not long after it appeared. Although patently more over the top than my previous efforts, I'm still not sure why it vanished and the others were left alone. Maybe they thought is was krapp:

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

Don't be a Dumpkhoff, get this!, December 5, 2005

Reviewer:Hoffamaniac (Scotland) - See all my reviews

Looking for the best hoff Hoff?

Aren't we all?

"Yes, indeedy!" screams the entire world.

Well, call hoff the Hoff Muskahounds, as Solid Gold has been surely struck right here with "Looking For - Best of David Hasselhoff (IMPORT)".

To call this work merely a masterpiece is like comparing something stupendously brilliant to something really rubbishy - something only a man, who had foolishly bought at a garage sale and subsequently transplanted into his own noodle the brain of a tone-deaf ant, would spout.

There are not sufficient superlatives to say simply how utterly amazing this album (and I use the term literally!) is.

To say Davidoff Von Dumpertruck's sonic seduction is smoother than a chocolate mousse statue of George Clooney is an insult.

Come to think of it, to merely say it would be an insult is itself a terrible, terrible insult.

To really get a handle on how insulting this would be, picture in your mind's eye the word 'insult' and multiply it by itself.

Do this for three weeks straight (as I'm about to do after this sentence), say what you end up with at the top of your voice, in a library, and then you've grasped only a tiny fractionette of just how insulting this insult would be.

(Three weeks straight, and another three weeks saying the word, later ...) Where was I? Oh, yeah...

Now, one or two reviewers have waxed lyrical (though neither as lyrically or as waxy as Herr Honkenstiffengruber, the Undisputed Lyrical Waxer Overlord) about how the ALBUM makes them feel (please note that six weeks on I am a changed human, and I've deliberately put ALBUM in caps to reflect the fact that I now find myself shouting anything that brings glory to THE HANKERHOFF).

Well, I'm not going down that well-trodden path. I'm gonna take a first left and then a sharp right and tell you what NOT listening to HANS VON HANKYPANKY for SIX WEEKS STRAIGHT does to a human.

Most noticeably, my ears have fallen HOFF, undoubtedly due to lack of sonic sustenance from THE MAESTRO.

My shoes no longer fit as I have now literally two left feet! Six weeks ago, with DAVINA McHOFF reverberating my walls, I could do the funky chicken on a par with even the most fly foul on the farm.

Now, alas, starved of a groovy beat to tap and stomp along to, my right foot has gone wonky and all I can do is stumble around in circles.

Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot, I also lost the will to live.

'No HOFF, no hope' had been running neon red around my brain. And who could argue with that crushing logic?

However, in what can only be described as a miracle, on the way to get a spear from the kitchen (albeit in ever-widening circles) to disembowel myself and end my abject misery, I clumsily bumped into the stereo (crazy right foot!) and turned on the CD player.

The unit had been on random play and play randomly it did... the beat began, then a few chords and some words I recognised...

"When the sun goes down on a Saturday night, you will find her on the street"...

My right foot twitched...

"In her red Ferrari with her top pulled down, you can feel, you can feel the heat"...

I could feel the heat, all right! The holes where my ears used to be were on fire and my right foot was beginning to rhythmically bob up and down in a sea of molten rock (aka lava).

"Cool it down now, cool it down, 11 o'clock we're ready to rock, 11 o'clock yeah, we ready to rock..."

Something's happening, I can't control it... can it be, YES, YES, YES!!!!

"Hot Shot City on a Saturday night, we're gonna party down until the morning light,

"Hot Shot City on a Saturday night, we're hotter than rock'n' roll,

"She's burning baby in my soul, check it out, check it out."

Check it out indeed! Both feet (with me attached) were now stomping around the room in perfect time to THE MASTER's voice! But how could they hear? Hang on! How could I hear?? Tentatively sneaking my hands to my ear canals, I felt something fleshy. Directing my now gyrating body in the direction of the nearest mirror, imagine my surprise when I saw that RABID HASSELBLADDERFUNKTRUMPET's vocal Viagra had grown back my ears to elephantine proportions to better soak up yet more musical medicine.

Looking down, imagine my surprise when I saw that, not only did I have a proper right foot again, but that both my feet were now Sasquatch-size, no doubt so my neighbours could better hear the unbridled joy of a HOFFAMANIAC performing the HOFFSTOMP on wooden floorboards "until the morning light" and beyond.

Sure, maybe I now looked like a crazy cross between Dumbo and Bigfoot, but who's to say this is not the ultimate expression of human evolution?

So, without wanting to, in any way, labour the point, hopefully it should now be clear that the moral of the story is: buy this CD as it's really rather good.

Finally, I'm amazed no-one has mentioned this before, but track 6, Hot Shot City, is particularly good and also has proven clinical efficacy in tissue regeneration, not to mention HOFFSTOMP propagation.

OMG! It's so true! Complete and utter hatstand!

all the vag cars pedals are like that on the sport models

I'm still in shock and only just starting to get my head round what those VAG sickos have done.

For me, at least, it was like that time I met and romanced a beautiful woman, made sexy time with her after getting married and then one day woke up to find her luscious locks sitting at a jaunty angle and revealing a shiny pate, her teeth in a glass by the bedside, along with a glass eye and her various prostheses at the foot of the bed (not that any of these mods would have bothered me ordinarily, had they only been declared).

Fool me twice, shame on me.

:rofl: at all of this thread and the reviews.

I have to admit I'm still running my un-sporty clutch & brake pedals my car came with, but with the vRS pedal with the "sporty" cover on it.... I probably should look into a set of covers and do all 3.

I reckon you should perform a Coverectomy to unsportify the accelerator pedal, thus transforming the Mongrel into something of a 'sleeper' devoid of any cues hinting at its raw power.

The only horror story is that I havn't discovered this thread sooner.

Utter randomness rules

Another gem