Okay Craig well the exhaust hole being so far back from the manifold and downpipes can probably be fixed temporarily with a fiberglass kit from Halfords that'll last a while. I'd think the brake squeaking is probably brake dust from the pads. If you jack the car up and take the wheels off and clean the brakes down properly with a soft brush (or if you're lazy a hose) the squeaking should vanish

If you've holed the box then you'll have 2 choices realistically, either a new box or weld the hole. I'd rent a Mig welder from your local tool hire place and make a patch... oh and in future make extensions to the boxes so they don't get holed (if you don't know how any half-way decent rallying book will show you)

Hi Craig.

Think yourself lucky you did'nt hole your fuel tank mate! - I've recently managed this feat without rallying my BMW !

The exhaust could well just have gone, they are a consumable item and will fail over time, rallying won't help - not for nothing do rally cars have plates welded to their exhausts.  

As for the squeak, I'd put £10 on its either a very loud mouse located under the car, or its the same damn brake squeak which plagues my car.

It goes away if you do a full stop from 100+ mph, but its back before you know it  

The harder you use the brakes, the less they squeak, use them gently and it just gets worse. In a nutshell, its dust build up. A good blast of the brakes with a high pressure / steam washer certainly helps, take it from me though, saturated brakes don't stop you!  

I've recently had my MOT test, the tester commented on the "sodding BMW squeky brakes" and told me to "brake harder"  

I'm assuming, obviously, you still have your BMW mate!  

Craig. wrote on Aug 12^th, 2007 at 9:53am:



http://www.gsfcarparts.com/

Or, if your a bit stuck for cash, give these guys a call.

FAB, the specialist BMW breakers / dismantlers.

http://www.fabdirect.com/ - They currently have  4 1995 318ti m42 compact's in for breaking, one should have a decent system on it. 

Give them a call & ask.
FAB RECYCLING LTD
Broadmoor Road,
Cinderford,
Gloucestershire,
GL14 2YL,
England.

Tel: 01594-827333

Craig. wrote on Aug 12^th, 2007 at 6:19pm:

No problem.  


Buy the item, walk into your nearest exhaust centre, offer one of the fitters "a drink" for fitting it - jobs a good'un.  

Craig. wrote on Aug 12^th, 2007 at 6:19pm:


Plonking larger or smaller alloys on your car will just mess up the handling and as for adding an M3's engine, you'd also have to consider the suspension, steering,brakes and a few other odds 'n sods!  

If you do swap the alloys, make sure you get the suspension geometry checked & re-adjusted to suit the new wheels - its well worth the £25 it may cost you.

Oh, boo hoo... I feel so sorry for you... poor baby... 

Gather 'round and hear the tale of a 1000-mile nonstop journey; times two;  in a vehicle that should have never made the trip; a 1996 Geo Tracker, she was, with at least 180, 000 hard miles on 'er,  'though the speedo/odo cable was broken, so no man alive was certain of the actual mileage...

Bound fer Oshkosh, she was, and before leaving port at Newark her skipper changed her oil and finally installed that new heater core, fearing misty conditions on the way through Pennsylvania that would require liberal use of the defroster. a hell of a job it was- days in dry dock with her whole dash torn apart, her master cursing and toiling.
A shakedown cruise to the New Jersey shore (about 150 miles RT) showed no troubles, so on the appointed afternoon he set sail to the West , the Tracker's hold bulging with camping gear, cameras, a bicycle, and a cooler full of Red Bull... with 18-20 hours estimated to his destination.
Near sundown, as they approached the Delaware River, the engine temp needle suddenly jumped towards the upper stop, and the sickly smell of glycol filled the air. The captain deftly maneuvered her to the next exit, and upon pulling over on the shoulder of a local street, opened the hood and discovered that the upper rear hose between the block and the heater core had ruptured . As the sun sank, so did the skipper's heart- that hose is nearly impossible to get at. But he was not one to be stopped by so simple a thing, so after an hour of greasy labor, cursing as his hands were seared by the hot block, he managed to cut off the broken part and somehow clamp the hose back in place. He congratulated himself for having remembered to bring a pair of mini vise-Grips, without which the task would have been impossible.

Wisely staying on the county road, he made it another mile or so, and again the hose parted- seems the cheap factory spring-clamp, being so difficult to move into position, had slipped off the nipple... a proper screw-type hose clamp was needed. With a howl of rage, the capt. realized he had not brought any along... he tramped about a mile to the nearest Wal-Mart and returned with the needed parts. Another two hours or so later, the little Tracker was on its way again, the captain warily- and wearily- eyeing the temp gauge.

Through the night he drove her, along the winding hills of Rt 80 West, and at each rest area, where he tried to steal a few winks at a time, he saw nothing amiss with the engine. But it seemed that the heater core would not grow warm- it was mysterious, as there is no valve, only a flapper that releases the warm air from the core housing. Fortunately, though they passed through fog and rain, the windshield remained clear.
All the way through the endless wastes of Ohio and Indiana they passed, with no apparent trouble. The captain smiled.
But passing through the hellish region known as the Chicago Tollway the next morning, the Tracker began to complain at each toll plaza... she would start to boil and knock and wheeze, and her skipper feared the head gasket was giving way. But no- upon examination, no fault was seen... she would boil over, though, when stopped- spewing steam out of the relief hose from the reservoir. Stopping yet again to put some water in the radiator, he noticed that the spring valve on the radiator cap was broken. A piece to the puzzle, perhaps? Once clear of the evil toll plazas, he could drive her on without care, but he vowed to stop in Fond du Lac to get a new radiator cap.
New radiator cap in place and a fresh piece of hose to replace the jury-rigged one later, the tiny craft arrived at AirVenture, almost overheating in the registration lineup. Some days later, the captain replaced the upper rear hose and  examined the others, but was unable to do a proper flush of the cooling system, due to circumstances.
The Tracker again ran fine at cruise speed, but began to complain and hiss whenever idling. All the way home from the Great Lakes, through a day and a night, the bleary-eyed captain spent each moment fearing the engine would simply explode. Hitting one construction delay after another on Rt 80 East, he nearly went insane as he nursed the feverish engine along.
Home at last 24 hours after departing, he set out, after a rest, to the shore again, to retrieve his first mate Peg, the three-legged Wonder-Rotty, who'd been left back East with friends. The trip was uneventful, even with all the idling at the Turnpike and Parkway
tolls... it seemed the little vessel's troubles were over.
But as they detoured to a McDonald's drive-through not two blocks from home, a mighty blast was heard, like the fart of a dying whale rolling over one last time!! They limped to port, and the next day the capt. beheld: the lower hose, from the radiator to the block, had ruptured, from stem to stern!  Perhaps it had been leaking slightly all along... or was there air trapped in the plumbing?
No matter...  after scouring the parts stores on Manhattan Isle the capt. found the correct hose and installed it, flushing out the air, he hoped, and checking the thermostat and fan clutch.

And now the little Tracker is faring much better... the new heater core works, and she doesn't overheat, but the horn- which hasn't worked since the captain removed the steering wheel to remove the dashboard to change the heater core weeks before the journey- still doesn't work.   

The End

Craig. wrote on Aug 13^th, 2007 at 8:15am:


LOL. Yeah, I guess I'm lucky... but even this relatively primitive late-90s Suzuki engine is bewilderingly complicated compared to the 70s-era cars I've owned and tinkered with...and so densely packed... it takes an hour just to get at the spark plugs so you can lean and gap them;  the cooling system is more complicated than the human circulatory system; things like swapping the heater core are like performing open-heart surgery, and don't get me started on replacing the main bearing seal, which basically requires disassembling the entire car.

But it sure feels good when it works despite my best efforts...and in 7 years I've only had this thing in the shop once (I don't mess with head gaskets anymore, and automatic transmissions make my head hurt); saved thousands that way, and occasionally enjoyed myself doing the work.

I have used bean cans many times to patch up a holed exhaust, the bean cans are thicker than drinks cans. I cut the top and bottom off the can ( including the rim ) then cut the can down the length covered the inside with exhaust jointing paste ( in a tube) placed the tin over the hole and secured with "jubelee" clips. My cars have passed the M.O.T with this. They can't fail it if it doesn't leak!! Last done on a "D" reg Espace on the down pipe to first pipe join

getting it fixed tomoz, going to be around £130 in total.

I thought it was, bin my wallet