The Dutch stole all 5-speed diesels! (nsfw?) HJ60: sillyprep
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hj 60
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Looking for 7.50xR16 TT tube type split rim tires and found this website, has every 4x4 tire with many differet patterns:
No TT tube type is mentioned because he claims any tubeless tire fits a split-rim with tubes, controversial idea!
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hj 60
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Got stuck again in front of our house, spend some time digging and moving mud, did not work, used winch to go forward but that did not help because now I was stuck again in front of a waterdrain and the tree that pulled, no way to reverse.
The mud was plowed pretty deep and injected with animal poo, that makes the soil very soft and muddy, and it stinks
I had to stop messing around when we went to a 50 year wedding party from the neighbors and I was offered plenty of help from many farmers and they just had a lough about me being silly again.
Next day I thought about my drinking problem
Then phone rings and in half an hour the real stuff started: I got a very nice tow, this incredible machine can drive sideways like a crab
Lowered air pressure, maybe I need new tires.
The mud was plowed pretty deep and injected with animal poo, that makes the soil very soft and muddy, and it stinks
I had to stop messing around when we went to a 50 year wedding party from the neighbors and I was offered plenty of help from many farmers and they just had a lough about me being silly again.
Next day I thought about my drinking problem
Then phone rings and in half an hour the real stuff started: I got a very nice tow, this incredible machine can drive sideways like a crab
Lowered air pressure, maybe I need new tires.
hj 60
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Then I used this machine to do some driving around the mud, this thing really beats it all.
I got the keys for a day to test it and the hydraulic arm is very impressive.
First I spend a bit of time to clean it because it really helped me out, then drove into the mud that got me stuck many times.
But this thing just drives on, I need such tires.
The wheels can adjust and move sideways like a crab, or make instant small radius turns, 4x4 low is really low
Remove the arm and attach a camper unit
Nice for the splitrims:
I got the keys for a day to test it and the hydraulic arm is very impressive.
First I spend a bit of time to clean it because it really helped me out, then drove into the mud that got me stuck many times.
But this thing just drives on, I need such tires.
The wheels can adjust and move sideways like a crab, or make instant small radius turns, 4x4 low is really low
Remove the arm and attach a camper unit
Nice for the splitrims:
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hj 60
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So I was on a ferry route to Morocco, I did not pay for a sleeping cabin so we wandered around a bit and I sat at a table and fell asleep.
Woke up disturbed by the sound of a few man chanting allahu Akbar!
that first second I thought was my last 
but realized this would be normal the next few days 
Time to go outside and yes, sunrise:
Woke up disturbed by the sound of a few man chanting allahu Akbar!
that first second I thought was my last but realized this would be normal the next few days Time to go outside and yes, sunrise:
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hj 60
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From there it was easy to enter the Spanish side of Africa.
The entry of Morocco was a "bit" of a hassle: there is a huge line of Moroccan cars so that seemed a few days of waiting but we were allowed to pass everybody and pass the guard immigration cabins and park there to start the big "howtoenter" game
People everywhere and some of them were hiding behind the Landcruiser to smuggle stuff.
(I first though they were removing the wheels but nothing happened, just forget that fear)
Then a lot of people started to help us, yes help my friend, pulling the car papers: I wanted to turn around
I watched the car and tried to get rid of my "people are scared" attitude and my brother bravely started the negotiations.
He had the passports and car papers and I had the rest of his belongings, no pickpocket stuff, just one goal.
People everywhere, People helping him, People everywhere
Time seemed irrelevant,
People everywhere, ticking the window if I need * (*=whatever)
OMG People everywhere *
My brother is brave but mentally he was cracking and breaking up
Then a huge fight and panic started when a woman got out of a Mercedes and started shouting the typical aiaiaaia melody and attacking the border patrol guards.
Screaming kept going on and I saw my brother in the middle of that fight, everybody gathered around and nobody wanted to miss a thing.
Did I mentioned there are a lot of people?
I went to my brother crawling trough this crowd and urged him to get out of this local party event and stay low, wait it out.
yeah but that border guy (that border guy fighting with that women?)
Yes, he has our papers...
I was now sure knives would be used any minute and then guys started shouting allahuh Akbar , ..
I desperately returned to the landcruiser that now had transformed to a telephone boot: people were leaning against it, sitting on it and calling and shouting trough mobile phones.
Others were still using the opportunity to hide behind it and smuggle stuff in or out so I thought the wheels, axles and maybe the engine were now surely lost.
Polity I asked if I could enter
But we had to look at the good things.
The fight was really going into a war when the other border patrol agents interfered, one finally got into the old Mercedes that was with the woman and drove it off, people running behind it.
It appeared the Mercedes did not want to wait in line, some people entered quite easy: shaking hands with the border patrol guy.
Everything calmed down, my brother slowly slowly got to the first booth and received the passports stamp and then with that stamp in the passport it is allowed to import the car (not the other way round)
The import the car lady was very busy calling with * so he had to wait for that to but finally and without help (or bribe) he managed to get us the right paperwork and we drove to the last fence to enter Morocco!
At that point it is important to realize you have entered Africa: very friendly people, selling *, and they have plenty of time for * and * comes around goes around.
I don't like taking pictures when people are around I don't have pictures
The entry of Morocco was a "bit" of a hassle: there is a huge line of Moroccan cars so that seemed a few days of waiting but we were allowed to pass everybody and pass the guard immigration cabins and park there to start the big "howtoenter" game
People everywhere and some of them were hiding behind the Landcruiser to smuggle stuff.
(I first though they were removing the wheels but nothing happened, just forget that fear)
Then a lot of people started to help us, yes help my friend, pulling the car papers: I wanted to turn around
I watched the car and tried to get rid of my "people are scared" attitude and my brother bravely started the negotiations.
He had the passports and car papers and I had the rest of his belongings, no pickpocket stuff, just one goal.
People everywhere, People helping him, People everywhere
Time seemed irrelevant,
People everywhere, ticking the window if I need * (*=whatever)
OMG People everywhere *
My brother is brave but mentally he was cracking and breaking up
Then a huge fight and panic started when a woman got out of a Mercedes and started shouting the typical aiaiaaia melody and attacking the border patrol guards.
Screaming kept going on and I saw my brother in the middle of that fight, everybody gathered around and nobody wanted to miss a thing.
Did I mentioned there are a lot of people?
I went to my brother crawling trough this crowd and urged him to get out of this local party event and stay low, wait it out.
yeah but that border guy (that border guy fighting with that women?)
Yes, he has our papers...
I was now sure knives would be used any minute and then guys started shouting allahuh Akbar , ..
I desperately returned to the landcruiser that now had transformed to a telephone boot: people were leaning against it, sitting on it and calling and shouting trough mobile phones.
Others were still using the opportunity to hide behind it and smuggle stuff in or out so I thought the wheels, axles and maybe the engine were now surely lost.
Polity I asked if I could enter
But we had to look at the good things.
The fight was really going into a war when the other border patrol agents interfered, one finally got into the old Mercedes that was with the woman and drove it off, people running behind it.
It appeared the Mercedes did not want to wait in line, some people entered quite easy: shaking hands with the border patrol guy.
Everything calmed down, my brother slowly slowly got to the first booth and received the passports stamp and then with that stamp in the passport it is allowed to import the car (not the other way round)
The import the car lady was very busy calling with * so he had to wait for that to but finally and without help (or bribe) he managed to get us the right paperwork and we drove to the last fence to enter Morocco!
At that point it is important to realize you have entered Africa: very friendly people, selling *, and they have plenty of time for * and * comes around goes around.
I don't like taking pictures when people are around I don't have pictures
