Service Manual for Honda Cars

I have had some issues with my Honda Integra’s power windows lately and found myself clawing for a service manual.
This is the most reliable place I could find for a download. The quality isn’t amazing, but the content is great.

Other popular Honda service manuals on their site are:

  • Honda Accord 2003 – 2007 (Incl. V6)
  • Acura Integra 1994 – 2000 Service Manual
  • Honda Civic Service Manual 1992 – 1995
  • Honda Civic Service Manual 1996 – 2000
  • Honda Civic 2001 – 2005 (EM2 / EP1 / EP2 / EP3 / EP4 / ES1 / ES4 / ES5 / ES8 / EU3 / EU5 / EU6 / EU7
  • Honda Accord Coupe 1994 -1997 Shop Manual
  • Acura Integra 1998 – 2001 Service Manual
  • Honda Civic 2006 – 2009 (FD1 / FD2) Manual – ESM
  • Honda Accord 2008 – 2012 Service Manual
  • Honda Accord Service Manual 1998 – 2002
  • Honda Integra 1997

    These manuals are great for giving useful troubleshooting steps when it comes to self-repair of vehicles.

    Doctor Who TShirt Collection – 11 Doctors

    I purchased this set of tshirts from an online shop going out of business.
    The price was tempting ($10 per tee) and the quality of my previous shirt purchases was good. They are thick cotton and the stitching has no issues (Genuine branded/Authentic too).

    Please excuse my lack of OCD when ordering these. My favourite Who is the 10th, David Tennant.

    Doctor Who shirt collection

    A collection of silhouettes with doctor’s profile with scenes and characters inside printed.

    Eagle Lamp

    Another fabulous purchase from the tip. This eagle lamp has a great brass base and is quite solid. It doesn’t get much use, but I love the way it looks when it is on. There is a switch at the top near the bulb which is a little awkward to reach and click.

    I think I paid $20 for this box of bolts.

    Eagle Lamp

    Two of My Favourite Trilogies Combined

    I felt as though Indiana Jones should ride in the cockpit of the second best Star Wars craft (Millennium Falcon). Second only to Slave One (Boba Fett’s ship).






    I love that both of these characters are played by Harrison Ford too. I would have loved to somehow get an android bounty hunter in the cockpit. Blade Runner is an amazing movie. So many similarities.
    There are only 3 Star Wars movies and 3 Indiana Jones movies too. Don’t try to tell me otherwise.

    Han Solo is in the falcon, but not visible since he is riding in the escape pod.

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    This book shouldn’t be for sale – A great irony


    This comical spelling mistake was too great to pass up.
    I could feel the irony course through my veins.

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    Magic Mirror on the Wall – Ikea HÖNEFOSS

    The HÖNEFOSS mirrors from Ikea. A hexagonal mirrors are great for tiling to add a mirror any room.

    They aren’t anywhere near reflective as a regular mirror. Think dull, and even duller for the 2nd colour.
    It would be worth adding that these do require a steady surface and preferably a second set of hands to help align the mirrors while attaching to the wall/door/surface.
    The sticky pads themselves are extremely sticky and allow for 4 per mirror.

    These mirrors are up on the cupboard in my bedroom.


    These were a gift from my brother for Christmas. The Canberra Ikea store is still on the way.

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    My Own Worst Enemy

    I am almost certain that I could be diagnosed with both trichotillomania and dermatillomania. I feel as though they kind of fuel each other. A mixture of pimples, ingrown hairs, horrible skin from eczema, cat and hay fever allergies (it is my theory that these cause irritation and inflammation on my face) and beard growth have been driving me insane for years.

    I am quite surprised no-one has said anything about it (outside of my family), but maybe I am just ignorant. I try to control myself, but it always ends up coming back with stressful situations. I always start rubbing/scratching/squeezing on something until it becomes a problem. I have to keep reminding myself that there is no problem with my skin and I am making it worse.

    Riding the push bike to work is helping, since I don’t have a mirror to look at myself in (and would ultimately be more ashamed of picking in front of it).

    I am on the road to recovery. I have been most of my life, so if you see someone you think might be engaging in some automatic picking you should mention it. They will probably be embarrassed and you might help them out.

    fear of socializing due to appearance

    This quote from the wikipedia article is really important for me. I have a very bad body image and it really struck close to home.

    Growing up

    I don’t really feel like I have grown up at all. My memory of school is pretty good, but I cannot recall actually learning anything. I have trouble with maths, English and pretty much every other class I have taken. This would even extend out to computers. After years of schooling the basics evade me. I know stuff, but I feel as though I can’t retain information which is important.

    I never learned how to play an instrument. I am trying to learn piano and sheet music now. I am making an effort to understand English, but I still get suck on basic principles. I don’t know what the different parts are. I feel woefully ill equipped to be a person.

    I’ve just taken a look at the signs of learning disability over at this website: and I think I check about half of those boxes, maybe more. Who knows, maybe I am destined never to learn.

    Overall I think I have a long way to ‘grow up’ to where I am actually sitting in life. I have big shoes to fill, and they are my own.

    Edit: Maybe I’m not so bad. I’ve been watching some maths videos and they are okay in my mind.

    The Melancholy of Mark

    I’ve been reading a lot more lately. Partially to keep myself busy on the bus, since there is only a certain numberof times you can listen to the same music without going insane. A few suggestions online pointed me towards ‘Ready Player One’, a futuristic dystopia with an immersive game world used to escape the real-life horrors that humanity has called onto earth.

    The writing style was pleasing, but not shiny compared to the polished work of Dawkins or Pratchett. The pop culture references were nice and didn’t feel forced. The whole theme of the book was enjoyable and I felt myself wanting to know how it ended after getting about 1/3rd of the way through.

    I know that it is entirely out of my normal mindset, but I couldn’t help but feel I could write a novel. I wouldn’t have a clue on what to write about, but it would be more like a diary of rambling. Maybe I am destined just to update my blog.

    I had a short stint with a lovely girl from Sydney. It didn’t work out so well, apparently the distance was getting to her, in the futuristic sense, rather than currently temporal. I must admit she was amazing, and I’ll have trouble finding another one like her. I must keep on trying though. Can’t be stuck dwelling on the past.

    At least I got a good saying out of it. Desborough times call for Desborough measures.


    I’ve been off adventuring around Tasmania for the last 12 days. It has been wonderful, but I have had the great opportunity to read some books.

    I finished a Reaper Man (Terry Pratchett) and The Blind Watchmaker (Richard Dawkins). I can’t say which one was my favourite, but I think The Blind Watchmaker has turned my life inside out, upside down and around every corner that is available to twist.

    —old (early 2012) to new (late 2012) transition—

    I’m posting this nearly a year on. My holiday to Tasmania was great. Lots of different spots to visit, some realisations about climates, temperature and everything in general. It was my first time on a big boat, and I am sure that I still get sea-sick thinking about it. I can still remember things about the trip which were, at  the time, seemingly irrelevant.

    It really made me aware of how diverse the rock formations on earth are, and how they are formed over eons of shifting dirt. Tasmania had some pretty nice ones, tessellated pavement, remarkable cave and multiple blow-holes.
    There was even a spooky event which happened at Port Arthur. It really happened in 3 distinct events, but it was really scary. Event 1: Ghost tour, we had a ghost tour one night. Event 2: Two days afterwards we were told about a sighting (and photograph) of a pastor in one of the houses on a ghost tour. Event 3: While staying in a hut, the kindling had a newspaper article covering the said ghost sighting. I am a true believer now.
    Lots more happened, a year on it seems like only yesterday, but I can’t really go into the details and bore my dear readers (Mum, I know you’re my only reader, but I like to dream).