tyres

development - a few people have mentioned this now, and maybe they're
right - in certain (usually low product volume) business models the
product that gets the money spent on it is the expensive one (in
certain businesses, notably non-enterprise-class software, definitely
not), I'm only partly convinced it's the case with tyres. I still
suspect the marketing weasels.

 

Head and shoulders over the usual Linux quality.

 

Feh. Who needs QA when you have GPL?

Soy.

 

You've really got a good grip on this one, haven't you.
Unfortunately, at the wrong end of the stick.

I wasn't moaning about people using the regular sort of shorthand we
have around here, I was just tired of people trotting out things like
"53 feet" and "Timo looked at it" and thinking they were challenging
the memory of Oscar Wilde.

 

I understood all of that comment, right up to the word "Feh".

 

I'm impressed.

Soy.

 

"There's only one thing in the world worse than being witty and that is
not being witty."

 

How about not being witty and being on fire?

Or not being witty and having your entire family butchered in front of your
eyes while a chuckling pervert smears flesh-eating acid over your naked
genitals?

So that's at least three thing worse than being witty.

Having really bad toothache but having to go and sit the practical part of you
pneumatic drill operators test ...

 

It would have been, if you'd typed your sentences in the correct order.

Oh, and you noticed that I'd kicked WebNews, then?

 

How about not being witty and being on fire?

Or not being witty and having your entire family butchered in front of your
eyes while a chuckling pervert smears flesh-eating acid over your naked
genitals?

So that's at least three thing worse than being witty.

Having really bad toothache but having to go and sit the practical part of you
pneumatic drill operators test ...[/QUOTE]

Try looking at things from Oscar's point of view.
Are all those things so bad?

 

In about 1987, I found a similar situation with car parts. Indicator
stalks, to be exact. I unremember the exact prices, but it went
something like: Morris Marina - £12. MGB - £20. Lotus Elan - £45.

Thing is, the stalks were identical. Same stalk, same wiring colours
and connectors - same fucking part number. They all came out of the
same bin at the BL dealers, even. I believe that the same applied to
other common parts between the three example vehicles and a lot of
others in between - it was common then for "low-production"
manufacturers, like Lotus, to use bits that they CBA to make
themselves from the likes of BL or Ford. Wiper motors, door handles,
hinges and the like.

Of course, if one was aware of this and required a part for a Lotus,
one could easily ask for an Allegro part and fit it to the said Lotus
with a clear conscience - then grin innocently at the customer, who of
course expected to pay a premium price for parts for his exotica. Not
that I would have any part in this sort of thing, of course.

 

rb wrote

Rather in the fashion of Scot and Chainsaw oils or, fork oil and ATF?

 

Would that be why a genuine Suzuki clutch lever is about £20, but a
pattern one is less than £5

--
John

SV650
Black it is
and naked

 

Isn't that to do with mass production?

--

Paul.
CBR1100XX SuperBlackbird
BOTAFOT #4
BOTAFOF #30
MRO #24

 

steve auvache says...

Or Kawasaki and Honda with Z250 and Superdream headlamp rims. Exactly
the same part, huge difference in price.

 

jsp says...

If you buy a Vesrah pattern lever it's made by exactly the same
manufacturer but packaged and distributed by a different firm, much the
same as Unipart car spares are.

HTH

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

At least the drill operator's not starving to death in a Paris garret -
or was that Beau Brummel? Buggered if I can recall, Oscar.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Lambo really dropped a bollock there, I must admit. Still, to the rest
of the Marina-unsullied world, the door handles of the Cuntache are
things of beauty, lovingly designed by the sweat of the artist's brow
and carefully hand-crafted from blocks of the finest unobtanium.

In the British Isles, they are an object of derision. Ho hum, such is
the way the cookie crumbles.

"Hey Mister; yer Lambo's got shite doorhandles."

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Pimps the world over could say the same.