R55 Will THAT fit in a Clubman?
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Well, I don't have any pictures on me to back this up (forthcoming if/when I remember to bring my camera's SD data card into work [g]) but I can tell ya - fer shure!! - that an 8 ft. aluminum ladder will fit quite comfortably into a Clubman S with ALL the doors and windows closed.
I found this out last weekend as I was leaving Waterways Park Nature Preserve down here in Palm Bch Gardens, Fla. This park is, basically, a huge swamp that provides a mini-Everglades type environment for the local flora and fauna. Among those inhabitants are 7 - 12 foot alligators, snapping turtles, escaped/released pythons and boa constrictors, and your usual assortment of frogs, herons, seahawks and such.
I was just about to exit the park via the very close to the water boardwalk when I spied a guy and gal leaning over the railing of said boardwalk furiously trying to retrieve someting from the water using a broken branch. I stepped close, peered over the edge, and spied the 2 soggy-as-can-be $5 bills they were after.
Keep in mind that about 10 yards away was a very menacing-looking 7 ft. gator very patiently watching the silly humans. And, I'm quite sure that he was secretly hoping that the young and tender lass who was working the branch would make an error in balance thus providing him with food for at least the next 2-3 months. In fact, I'm betting he's the one who pitched the bills into the swamp - chumming for humans, as it were [smile].
They gave up after several minutes and I decided to give it my best shot. No way, Jose, those bills were NOT gonna be retrieved with the tools at hand. However, I live but 2 miles away. I quickly trotted out to the parking lot and broke several land-speed records racing home and returning with the aforementioned ladder.
I snatched the ladder out of Monty ("Jaunty Monty", my Clubbie S) and proceeded to the location beside the boardwalk where the fivers were still floating. Also still floating nearby was Wally Gator, still hoping that his chumming efforts would eventually pay off.
I gave him a quick, hard prison stare and said "Back off, punk, those Lincolns are mine, homeboy, and I'm gonna make a nice belt and vest outta you if you mess with me!" (Yeah, right!) Whereupon I took the ladder and slid it over the backside of the railing. Once I had its feet firmly nestled into the gooey bottom of the swamp, I climbed over the railing and began backing down the ladder. Wally spied this and gave a brief swish of his tail, thus bringing him a few meters closer to moi. Damn.
I stopped briefly and sized up the situation:
1) Did I really need those 10 bucks that badly? Well, yes, actually I did - Monty was running on fumes and payday wasn't for 3 more days.
2) Did Wally really need those 5-spots that badly? Probably not. But I'm sure the thought of a 210 lb., corn-fed, oh-so tasty Clubman owner had him smacking his 3 foot long lips.
3) If it really came down to a mano a gator confrontation, could I kick his *** without suffering more than $10 in medical fees? Most likely not.
But I've never been known to be the sharpest crayon in the box, so with a hearty "Cover me, boys, I'm going in!!" proclamation, I quickly climbed down to the bottom of the ladder, reached out and snatched up those Honest Abes and even more quickly scampered right back up the ladder. Wally was dumbfounded, he could NOT believe this old, fat, white guy had the stones to saunter onto his playground and lay a righteous b!tch-slapping on his scaly, prehistoric ***!
And the Hispanic family that had gathered to watch did not know what I was after, my body position obscured their view of my actions. But once I cleared the railing, I quickly held the soggy fivers aloft and proudly proclaimed "¡¡Diez dolares, mi amigos!!" They busted out laughing and I'm pretty sure one of them mumbled "crazy gringo" under his breath.
The gator slunk away, shamefacedly, and $10 poorer. Me? I headed to the local ABC Store and purchased the finest rot-gut vodka I could find for $6 (Monty got the other $4)...Annnnndddd I did, as a matter of honor, hoist the first one aloft and exclaimed "Wally Gator, I hope to see you later - be sure call me on your next payday, chump..."
I found this out last weekend as I was leaving Waterways Park Nature Preserve down here in Palm Bch Gardens, Fla. This park is, basically, a huge swamp that provides a mini-Everglades type environment for the local flora and fauna. Among those inhabitants are 7 - 12 foot alligators, snapping turtles, escaped/released pythons and boa constrictors, and your usual assortment of frogs, herons, seahawks and such.
I was just about to exit the park via the very close to the water boardwalk when I spied a guy and gal leaning over the railing of said boardwalk furiously trying to retrieve someting from the water using a broken branch. I stepped close, peered over the edge, and spied the 2 soggy-as-can-be $5 bills they were after.
Keep in mind that about 10 yards away was a very menacing-looking 7 ft. gator very patiently watching the silly humans. And, I'm quite sure that he was secretly hoping that the young and tender lass who was working the branch would make an error in balance thus providing him with food for at least the next 2-3 months. In fact, I'm betting he's the one who pitched the bills into the swamp - chumming for humans, as it were [smile].
They gave up after several minutes and I decided to give it my best shot. No way, Jose, those bills were NOT gonna be retrieved with the tools at hand. However, I live but 2 miles away. I quickly trotted out to the parking lot and broke several land-speed records racing home and returning with the aforementioned ladder.
I snatched the ladder out of Monty ("Jaunty Monty", my Clubbie S) and proceeded to the location beside the boardwalk where the fivers were still floating. Also still floating nearby was Wally Gator, still hoping that his chumming efforts would eventually pay off.
I gave him a quick, hard prison stare and said "Back off, punk, those Lincolns are mine, homeboy, and I'm gonna make a nice belt and vest outta you if you mess with me!" (Yeah, right!) Whereupon I took the ladder and slid it over the backside of the railing. Once I had its feet firmly nestled into the gooey bottom of the swamp, I climbed over the railing and began backing down the ladder. Wally spied this and gave a brief swish of his tail, thus bringing him a few meters closer to moi. Damn.
I stopped briefly and sized up the situation:
1) Did I really need those 10 bucks that badly? Well, yes, actually I did - Monty was running on fumes and payday wasn't for 3 more days.
2) Did Wally really need those 5-spots that badly? Probably not. But I'm sure the thought of a 210 lb., corn-fed, oh-so tasty Clubman owner had him smacking his 3 foot long lips.
3) If it really came down to a mano a gator confrontation, could I kick his *** without suffering more than $10 in medical fees? Most likely not.
But I've never been known to be the sharpest crayon in the box, so with a hearty "Cover me, boys, I'm going in!!" proclamation, I quickly climbed down to the bottom of the ladder, reached out and snatched up those Honest Abes and even more quickly scampered right back up the ladder. Wally was dumbfounded, he could NOT believe this old, fat, white guy had the stones to saunter onto his playground and lay a righteous b!tch-slapping on his scaly, prehistoric ***!
And the Hispanic family that had gathered to watch did not know what I was after, my body position obscured their view of my actions. But once I cleared the railing, I quickly held the soggy fivers aloft and proudly proclaimed "¡¡Diez dolares, mi amigos!!" They busted out laughing and I'm pretty sure one of them mumbled "crazy gringo" under his breath.
The gator slunk away, shamefacedly, and $10 poorer. Me? I headed to the local ABC Store and purchased the finest rot-gut vodka I could find for $6 (Monty got the other $4)...Annnnndddd I did, as a matter of honor, hoist the first one aloft and exclaimed "Wally Gator, I hope to see you later - be sure call me on your next payday, chump..."
Last edited by rlw; Apr 3, 2012 at 09:40 AM.
Had almost the exact same things in my Clubbie. That was the reason my Hubs nudged me in the direction of the Clubman! Taking mine to MOTD 2012, and the extra room will surely come in very handy! Sooooo excited!!!!
...so what I am seeing is that a Clubby can hold an interesting amount of misc stuff, but is not good at all on longer rigid items. I mean, by folding my rear seats down in my 1999 Accord coupe, the other day I fit (3) 1x8x8s and (2) 1x10x8s inside the car and closed the trunk. Admittedly the wood went right to the windshield glass, but still, it all FIT. Couldn't do that in a Clubman, even with folding the rear seats down or even taking them out. Bummer.
No, the Clubman isn't 'deep'...with the seats folded forward, you MIGHT be able to get a 7' board in at an angle up against the windshield.
You could always opt for the roof rack.
The upside is that you could leave the barn doors open, I guess. You'd have to hear the warning bing bong the entire drive, though.
You could always opt for the roof rack.
The upside is that you could leave the barn doors open, I guess. You'd have to hear the warning bing bong the entire drive, though.
I didn't snap a pic, but I fit my 8'6 longboard in the wife's clubbie the other day. I wouldn't want to drive around with it all day, but I got it home from the shop. Couldn't see my daughter in the passenger seat though.
Yes you can definitely take 8' boards with the doors closed. I suggest bringing something like a masking tape roll to cover the hazard lights button. I even brought home some 12' ceiling grid pieces once, tied to the right barn door. I think there's a pic of it earlier in the theead.

The stuff for today's BBQ. Two racks of ribs, more charcoal, corn ears, watermelon. Liquid refreshments arrived separately.
Happy Memorial Day! Never forget why we celebrate, but have fun too.




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