A Radio Overload at MR X’s
This is a photo of the absolute madness I ended up handing over cash last year. I had seen the post on Facebook for a job lot of old Japanese radios, and I knew id love to own them. Why I’m not sure, I love old head units. If you are a viewer of the youtube channel, you’ve probably seen the episode by now where we call up to MR X, and I come home with a tray full of gauges and about 30 head units, some of them still had mini discs, tapes and CDs in them.
Calling up to MR X is always a treat; he has a varied collection of Toyotas with a few other brands thrown in the mix; the man has been an absolute lifeline over the years. When I needed parts for the 86, id be lost without him.
He loves Hiaces, Dyna vans, and pretty much any other quirky 80s Toyota.
Here is the radio collection sitting in the back of a Pickup.
Across the way was this Renault 5 Turbo.
An iconic machine that many of the generation before me lusted after.
Along with the original UK spec 86s that flooded Ireland long before the Japanese import boom. Mr X is from that era.
You could look around his sheds; he has a dream collection.
We share a similar music taste; he was happy to show me his new speaker for the shed, blaring the finest tunes.
How relaxed is this little Cafe racer-style Honda Cub?
I needed a few parts for the build, clips from the dash, some bits for my brother, and a heater box, and the radios and gauges were a huge distraction.
Adrian Walsh collected one of the last shells leaving Mr X’s house. He has been pushed out of breaking Corollas for parts as the market prices have climbed.
His 1JZ van is insane, bought on a drunken night.
Here is the box of spaghetti gauges I bought
Adrian picked up a few extra bits for the shell project.
Mr X has organised the shelves over the past year with whatever stock he has left. Someday all of these bits will come in handy.
There’s so much to absorb with every visit. I always find myself missing bits.
The pockets are not mint, lads.
I love the sticker collection he has acquired from importing cars over the years.
This was a funny moment; I caught the tail end of 15 or more years of importing AE86s to sell on or break for parts to be distributed amongst the Irish car scene. Mr X waved goodbye to one of the last shells leaving the yard. It is a necessary evil that will be missed as others try to restore their very own AE86 misery machine.