#sell my van

[webuybrokenvans]

Common Issues with a Toyota Land Cruiser: When a Mountain Goat Falters

```html The Toyota Land Cruiser is celebrated for its durability and off-road capabilities, but it’s not without its flaws. Frequent issues include automatic transmission failures, which can result in slipping gears and diminished performance. The suspension system, particularly the shock absorbers and springs, often suffers from wear and tear, impacting ride quality and handling. Engine troubles are another common complaint, with problems such as turbocharger and fuel injector failures leading to reduced power and efficiency. The electrical system can also be problematic, with issues ranging from faulty sensors to battery drain. Rust is a significant concern, especially in older models. Corrosion can affect the chassis and body panels, compromising the vehicle's structural integrity. Regular maintenance and rust-proofing are essential to mitigate this issue. Despite these challenges, the Toyota Land Cruiser remains a top choice for those in need of a reliable off-road vehicle. Regular upkeep and prompt attention to issues can ensure your Land Cruiser remains in peak condition. To read the full story and more great articles visit We Buy Broken Vans | We buy any van, new used unwanted or broken. Simply the best place to Value your van, Sell your van or Scrap your van. ```

[is-this-yuri]

help me move out of my tiny car and into a vehicle like this!

i'm disabled and homeless, and while i'm in the process of getting approved for disability, i need more safety and stability.

with a larger vehicle like these, i could have enough space to install a kitchen, bed, electricity, shower, etc, and essentially make a home out of it. if you've ever wanted to help house a homeless person, please consider donating to my fundraiser!

the goal is 10k, but vehicles like this sell for much cheaper! as soon as i can, i'll purchase a suitable vehicle and start the project immediately. i'll use whatever i don't spend buying the vehicle for maintenence it might need, the tools and materials i'll need to convert it, plus the legal stuff surrounding registration, first year of insurance, etc. anything still left after that will be used to just allow me to live longer and have a safety net while i get income.

this is something i've been dreaming of for a long time, and as the housing market gets crazier i've realized it's probably the only way i'll have a stable home. i've been researching this project for years and i'll have some helping hands, so your money will be used well to create a home for me.

we're on pace to get me into a van by the end of summer or early autumn, and i could finish the conversion before it starts snowing! this is way sooner than i ever expected. please consider donating, and/or boost this post to keep up the momentum!

GFM

$733/10k

[beatcroc]

something about perspective, representation, or finding beauty in imperfection, i don't know. i mostly just wanted to say that fake pep looks like shitty ice cream.

[emily-e-draws]

Catventurers Meowlphabet 22: Vendor + Turkish Van 🐟✨

[drumlincountry]

I want you to imagine a meadow. In the golden sunlight of late summer. The flowers are fragrant. Some of them are almost waist high. Meadowsweet, spearwort, yarrow, clover. The fringed leaves of silverweed shimmer as they dance beneath your feet. Elsewhere, the grass is dotted with flowers you have to crouch to see. Forget-me-nots, stitchworts, vetches. A dynamic living carpet curls around your boots.

The meadow goes on for miles. There are hedges and stands of trees. These woods are heavy with blackberries and elderberries, the promise of autumn on its way. And at the end of the meadow is a glittering shore. A lake sparkles as it laps against the meadow, creating the perfect home for the golden goblet flowers of marsh marigold. The sighing sound of the water wraps you up in a gentle sense of peace.

And the animals! As you walk, curious cows come up to say hello. A pair of horses follow you for a while. You stroke one of them on its velvet soft nose. It leans into the weight of your careful hand.

Finally, I want you to imagine that somewhere, deep in this meadow of dreams - among the flowers and the brambles and the animals who seem like they might like to follow you home - you lost your keys.

That was my afternoon.

[wreckrinho]

THE ART IMPROVEMENT IS CRAZY...

Wtf u mean i did the first one some months ago??? I like it but it looks weird af now

The "simple art"....

[redstonedust]

i love when people name their cars. i mean its basically just a boat on land. or a big mechanical horse. dont you want to endear yourself to your big mechanical horse? go 'easy girl' when her engine kicks? feed her gasoline like wild oats?

[laurearte]

Un couple biiiiien randonnée biiiien parc naturel

[pigeonsareevil]

Hi, I came back from the dead to point out how I never told you what I do for a living by my chemical romance is a song that perfectly describes Dutch's descent into insanity.

Like, basically how the whole song is about someone doing horrible things and killing people just to get their dead lover back and in the end it turns out they did all of that for nothing, they fixed nothing, just made everything worse. Gerard starts out singing the lyrics, but as the song goes further, he starts getting louder and louder and ends up screaming by the end. Also my favorite detail is how basically, throughout the second half of the song Gerard keeps repeating I tried, tried and they start out sounding really angry and defensive but as the song goes on, they start to sound more desperate and pained and by the end they just sound like someone screaming while crying and just defeated and God, there are so many tiny details I could point out about this song that just match his story so well but I'm really tired now and this is probably very incoherent.

Anyway here is a list of lyrics that make me think about all of this the most:

Anyway the whole song is about him but this specifically is just... WAAAAAH

In conclusion three cheers for sweet revenge is a vandermatthews album, Gerard Way is a genius and I am insane over red dead and my chem

[webuybrokenvans]

Common Issues with a Nissan NV300: The Not-So-Silent Workhorse

The Nissan NV300 is a popular choice for businesses and tradespeople due to its reliability and versatility. However, like any vehicle, it has its share of common issues that owners should be aware of. One of the most frequently reported problems is related to the van's transmission system. Many users have experienced difficulties with gear shifting, which can lead to costly repairs if not addressed promptly. Another common issue is with the NV300's electrical system. Faulty wiring and malfunctioning sensors can cause a range of problems, from dashboard warning lights to more serious engine performance issues. Regular maintenance and timely repairs are crucial to keep these problems at bay. The NV300's diesel particulate filter (DPF) is another component that often causes headaches for owners. The DPF can become clogged, leading to reduced engine performance and increased fuel consumption. Regular cleaning and proper driving habits can help mitigate this issue. Despite these common problems, the Nissan NV300 remains a reliable and efficient workhorse for many. By staying on top of maintenance and addressing issues as they arise, owners can ensure their NV300 continues to perform at its best. To read the full story and more great articles visit We Buy Broken Vans | We buy any van, new used unwanted or broken. Simply the best place to Value your van, Sell your van or Scrap your van.

[river-of-wine]

Molly actually joined the gang because her parents sold her to them One Direction style

[fizzing-saturn]

literally sobbing my youtuber egos hyperfixation is coming back except its ONLY ever been markiplier and (mostly) crankgameplays egos and there is NO CONTENT FOR CRANKGAMEPLAYS EGOS anywhere 😭😭😭

theyre so interesting too!!! dark and anti (who admittedly i dont know that much abt) are also interesting and silly/pos but BLANK!!!

hes so sad because hes the embodiment of all the negative stuff! but ethan did. nothing with him! wtf! and the character design is so aggfhdf i really like the idea of a gaunt bonewhite figure with eyes leaking oil and a face perpetually stuck in a sob

and unus 😔 the physical embodiment of DEATH?? he was only alive for one year but he was my blorbo the whole way through

and those are the only ones people really talk about?! i mean some people yeah but i feel like most don’t acknowledge mrs thomson or mad mike or bernice or (idk her name) his yandere ego or father ethan any of the rest of them! its so :((((

any ways. im going to go have thoughts abt Them. very sorry for the long post the tags are also very long but i Have Opinions and i needed them to come out

:(

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Jake looks like he definitely would have gone to Camp Rock

[faggotfungus]

The person at the thrift store said they liked my style.

Health +100

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer OT3 Week, Day Three: Childhood Friends

Day Three of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we're up to a cute prompt -- "Childhood friends!" So naturally I couldn't resist writing the trio hanging out together as kids. :) This is supposed to be a Victorian!AU, though I suspect it might feel a little bit more modern than that...the important thing is, there's a grand old party happening in the halls of Christchurch at Oxford, and Smiler and Alice have already found each other and decided to sequester themselves away from all these boring adults in their own private table fort. But tummies have started growling, and so Smiler is venturing out to get snacks...

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“I’m gonna get more snacks!”

“All right – make sure to grab some of Mama’s Welsh rarebit!” Alice said, arranging the cards into neat piles. “Then when you come back we can start building our castle.”

“Definitely,” Smiler said, shooting her a grin. They grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and lifted it – then, seeing no adults had eyes on them, scrambled out from under the banquet table that they and Alice had claimed as their personal hidey-hole. And I thought this party was going to be boring, they thought, scurrying toward the table where the Welsh rarebit sat, along with a few other cheese-based dishes the various attendees were nibbling on. Adults never want to have any fun when they get together – it’s just talk talk talk about boring stuff. Especially Father, going on about “social compliance” and all that...it’s a good thing that Alice is here! I can’t wait to hear another story about Wonderland – it sounds amazing! And I bet that, without the adults interrupting us, we can build a castle using all of the –

“Now, I don’t want you embarrassing me at this party, Victor, do you understand?”

Smiler stopped, turning toward the entrance. Standing there, having their coats taken by the coat-taking-man, was a hunched-over skinny man with a large mustache, leaning on a cane; a very plump woman in the fanciest dress Smiler had ever seen, fanning herself like it was the middle of summer; and a little boy, about Smiler’s age, wearing a suit with shorts and staring at his feet while the woman – presumably his mother – went on and on about how the Liddells were Very Important People and how they had to make a Good First Impression and how Victor was to Stay Quiet and Look Respectable, like the boys in magazines. The boy – Victor – was nodding along to his mother’s litany, trying to stand up straight and do as asked, but the look on his face...

“Now, Marmaduke, I understand that you’re a little – confused, at this age. But the simple fact of the matter is that you can’t just decide that you’re not a boy. It’s simply not done. Where would society be if people just started declaring themselves not one thing or the other? You have to learn how to be socially compliant. True happiness comes from obeying your elders – and you want to be happy, don’t you?”

Smiler frowned as the woman turned away from Victor, leaving him to tug at his tie as she swanned off to chat about boring things with the other adults. It seemed like, with a mother like that, Victor was about to have about as bad a time at this party as they’d feared they would have. And that was a really bad time indeed.

Well, good thing I’m here, then, Smiler thought to themselves, then marched up to Victor, putting on their best smile and sticking out their hand. “Hullo! I’m Smiler!”

Victor nearly started right out of his skin – maybe they should have been a little bit quieter. He stared at them a moment, glancing from their face to their hand and back, then hesitantly took it. “Uh – I’m – I’m – V-Victor,” he stammered, clearly out of his depth. Maybe people didn’t talk to him much? That would be sad if so. “Your name is – Smiler?”

“Well, it’s what I call myself,” Smiler told him, pumping his arm. “My real name’s awful. But Victor’s a nice name! Do you want to play with us?”

“Us?” Victor repeated, blinking.

“Me and Alice!” Smiler pointed at their table, where Alice was peeping out, clearly wondering why snacks were taking so long. They waved to her and pointed to Victor – she glanced over, then nodded and waved back. “She’s really nice, and she tells great stories,” Smiler informed Victor, grinning. “And she’s got cards – we’re gonna try and build a castle! Do you like castles?”

“Uh – yes?” Victor said, as if he wasn’t sure of his own opinions. “I’ve n-never made a card one b-before, though.” He dropped his gaze, playing with his tie again. “I’m k-kind of clumsy.”

“That’s all right – we can show you how to do it!” Smiler promised, taking his hand so he didn’t accidentally strangle himself. “Come on – we’ll get snacks, then we can go and play!”

“I – um...” Victor’s gaze went to his mother, chatting with some other adult Smiler didn’t know and didn’t care about. “I dunno...”

“Aw, come on,” Smiler wheedled, tugging his arm. “It’ll be fun! Don’t you wanna have fun? Be happy? Like, real happy, not grown-up happy?”

“Happy...” Victor looked at his mother a moment more, then over at Alice, patiently waiting for them to decide what they were doing. Then his mouth formed a determined line, and he nodded at Smiler. “Yes. Let’s go make castles.”

Smiler beamed. One happiness problem – solved! Take that, Father. “Great! But, first, we gotta get some of that rarebit – and I think there’s some cake too...”