COLD START HDI -22 - nie lubi zimy /by biors123/
trying to run the engine at a temperature of -22'C, car does not drives
próba uruchomienia silnika w temperaturze -22'C, auto nie uruchamiane od
POLAND POMORSKIE WINTER 2011
PEUGEOT 307 SW 2.0 HDI 136PS prod.2004 260KKM
Peugeot 407 hdi 136 FAP Cold start @ -25c
Cold starting 407 hdi 136 (nevermind the abs / esp warnings, left front
wheel sensor is once again broken), normally i use preheating, but this is
for demonstrating purposes, working hdi should easily start even below -30
edit: this car was burned in 2/2012, because of malfunctioned defa engine
pre-heater, the mileage was about 390000 kilometers and still worked like a
charm, sad that i could not break the 400k limit :(
Last picture: http://i3.aijaa.com/b/00985/10463100.jpg
Mercedes Benz Diesel EXTREME -20F Cold Start Winter W115
((Look at my new cold start video, all the bugs are fixed))
I only paid 300 dollars for it, the guy thought it had a blown engine, but
it turned out the timing on the injector pump was way off. I ended up
taking the injector pump off and putting it on the right teeth, and doing
the drip test, and etc.
406 HDi 110 Engine Maintanence
The 406's annual service. A number of things are done. The oil gets
changed, a new oil filter put on, new diesel filter, air filter changed and
egr cleaner sprayed in. As well as a new pollen filter to get rid of the
stale smell coming from the air vents.
This is the first time I've used ramps to change the oil, they did need
some wooden blocks to raise the car up before driving onto them but it
makes working under the car and holding the camcorder much easier.
I didnt have an oil filter wrench to hand but using the screwdriver to turn
the filter doesn't do the car any harm the old filter is going to the bin
2004 Peugeot 407 2.2 i 16V SPORT AUTOMATIC Review,Start Up, Engine, and In Depth Tour
For more in depth reviews check my channel:
Filmed by: Tomaž Kožar Jesenice
According to people I meet in petrol stations and at dinner parties nobody
reads this column any more because it's just a blizzard of scarlet Ferraris
and jet-black Lamborghinis, a meaningless background babble of silly price
tags and preposterous superlatives.
Of course it's not hard to see why this might be so. In this job you can
choose which car is brought to your house on a Monday morning, fully
insured, brimful with free petrol and spotlessly clean. So would you elect
to spend the week in a Kia Magentis or a Ferrari 575?
If you go for the Kia, you will have a miserable time at the wheel,
followed by an even more miserable time at the computer. The cursor will
wink away until you're driven into the kitchen to see if the plate of cold
sausages that weren't there half an hour ago have miraculously appeared.
Then you'll have a cup of coffee and read the papers. Then you'll look at
the cursor a bit more and play Free Cell until it's time to check the
If, on the other hand, you select the Ferrari, the words just vomit out of
your head as your fingers dance on the keyboard desperately trying to keep
up. It takes me all day to write 1,500 words about something dull from the
Far East. But I can rattle off a piece on any Italian silly car in 20
That, then, is why I prefer to write about exotica. But amazingly, and
contrary to popular myth, I hardly ever do.
It turns out the big and sinister motor industry pays a marketing company
to keep tabs on what journalists say about their cars, and — how can I
put this? — I have managed to obtain the dossier on me.
It's scary, partly because I now realise everything I write is being
monitored and partly because of the results. You see, the brand I write and
talk about most of all is not Ferrari or Lamborghini — they're at the
bottom of the list. It is, in fact, Renault. Can you believe that?
What's more, the report isn't just quantitative; it's qualitative, too, so
the car firms can see not just how often I mention them but whether I'm
kind or foul.
BMW, it seems, comes in for the most stick, which isn't surprising given
the primary-school styling and the melted Action Man plastic on the
dashboards. What is surprising is that I'm most kind about Porsches. I have
no idea how this has happened but I do know how to bring the average down a
bit . . .
The Cayenne is ugly and driven by people who are too daft to realise the
Range Rover's a better car. The new 911 is a con because it's exactly the
same as the old one, which, in turn, was exactly the same as the one that
came along in 1453. And the Boxster is only driven by homosexuals.
There; now let's move on to poor old Peugeot, the only car maker on the
list about whom I've never uttered or written a single, solitary kind word.
It's all been neutral, negative or very negative.
I can't think why because what Renault, Peugeot and, to a lesser extent,
Citroën offer today's motorist is a mouthwatering alternative to the
These days it has been decided that we, the customers, all want dark,
gloomy German interiors, hard German seats and a sporty German ride. So all
cars, whether they be British, Italian, Japanese or American, are built to
ape that Teutonic sense of unburstability you get from a Volkswagen or a
Happily, though, Johnny Frog continues to sing from his own song sheet.
Renault especially — aargh, I'm mentioning it again — gives us light,
breezy interiors, squidgy seats and a floaty ride.
What's more, French cars these days are priced well below the German rivals
and come as standard with all sorts of electronic trickery such as
rain-sensing wipers and tyre-pressure sensors to make them even more
appealing. And best of all, French cars — just about all of them — are
cool.You certainly find this with Peugeot's relatively new 407. With its
huge lights and that massive mouth, it has the front-end drama of a
supercar welded to the rear end of an ordinary saloon. Not since the Rover
SD1 has this been achieved so successfully. It is very cool, very striking
and, we're told, very safe in an accident.
It is also well equipped. For £18,450 you get electric seats, door mirrors
that fold away when the car's locked, parking sensors, hazard warning
lights that come on automatically if you brake hard, headlamps that come on
when it's dark and wipers that come on when it's raining. Also, there are
airbags, for your head, your ears, your passenger and even, I'm thrilled to
say, for your testicles.