


wot kind of a monster does this to their poor little polo



I can't beat that as a post so I thought I'd quote itrustybits on another forum wrote:In a way, bodykits ARE a death warrant for a car, unless it ends up in more responsible hands quick enough.
The story usually goes like this..
Young Neddy orders £2000 worth of bodykit on the internet, for a car worth £1000. What turns up doesn't have proper mounting brackets on, has no fitting instructions, and needs a lot of fettling to make it fit the car properly.
Ned goes ahead and sticks the skirts on over the sills, with whatever glue he can find. Where there are gaps between the car and the badly made kit, he gobs a load of filler in, and has a half-arsed attempt at sanding it back.
He then removes the standard bumpers from the car, and bolts on the new ones, using whatever inadequate mounting method they come with. Sometimes, they don't have any obvious method of attachment. In that case, Ned does his best with whatever bolts and bent bits of metal he can lay his hands on. Again, any gaps get smeared copiously with filler. Once that is done, he sprays a few rattlecans of primer over it all, and then drives it all winter, with the intention of getting a flip paint spray job when he can afford it. Come spring, when the waterlogged primer is looking REALLY ugly, he gives up and attacks it with halfords touch up cans, sprayed on over the filthy primer.
Next week.. A speedbump too far! CRUNCH! the snow plough on the front is torn in twain! A hasty repair with tiewraps keeps his battle scarred jalopy going for another few months.. Then he orders another, bigger, wider, lower bumper on the internet. The new one isn't even intended to go with the rest of the bodykit, but hey ho, whatever!
The new one is fitted in the same way as the first.. But this time, there is a 3 inch gap between the car and the GRP. A bit of chickenwire and another 3 tins of filler has that sorted. Then after a few weeks of driving around in the rain, a lick of paint over the filler. Only over the outside you understand.
At this point, Ned decides the 17x5" wheels are too narrow, and looking a bit lost in the arches. He orders some 2" spacers, and fits those. Now it is all looking spot on, and ready for the show season again!
After another year, the engine is starting to smoke a bit. Pity nobody told him a rev limiter isn't the same thing as a shift light. The filler is all starting to crack, because the bodykit just isnt too securely attached. Ned fancies getting a corsa now anyway, so he puts a for sale sign in the window, advertising the car at the amount it has cost him so far. After another year with no takers, Ned gets some bad news from the MOT man.
The MOT man presents young Ned with a fail sheet. Sills rotton, balljoints shagged, wheel bearings rumbling, emissions fail, and steering shot from that incident with the kerbstone.
Ned asks for a quote to fix it all. The MOT man sucks in his breath through his teeth, and Ned walks away a broken man. He simply doesn't have that kind of scratch.
The car sits, SORNed, for some months more. Eventually, Ned sells the car to Baz, who is 16. Baz is eager to pass his test as soon as he turns 17, and get a blinging motah. Young Neddy assures even younger Bazza that the car only needs a little bit of work to get back on the road, and Baz illegally drives the car back to his mothers house, wreathed in smiles and trailing blue smoke.
Baz turns 17. The car sits on his mothers drive. Baz buys a set of spanners, and prods around under the car. He takes a few bits off, but cant find those suspension parts that supposedly need changing. What the hell IS a balljoint anyway? He cant find anything bollock shaped.
Baz gives up and buys a moped instead. He couldn't find an insurance quote for under 4 figures anyway.
Exasperated, Barry's mother rings the scrap man. Baz comes home from college to find the drive empty.
The poor car sits in the corner of the scrapyard for some time. Infact, it is still there. If you see it there? For pity's sake.. LEAVE IT THERE.