Whatever happened to that dude Rerun from that show? I think he became a minister and might have died. I'm tempted to google to find out, but my version of the truth is usually more entertaining than real life.
Anyway just a quick update on DTOM. Car is beat out and ready for bondo and paint. There is a slight (very slight) chance I'll do the work myself. If that happens I'll document the process, which will include me probably lighting myself on fire somehow, since if I do it, I'm going to use real deal auto paint not Krylon.
Craig had a baby - well not Craig but his wife as usual she did all the work (but I think she is used to that by now). Thankfully for them the little girl looked nothing like Craig. Since I'm thoughtful I took the liberty of signing Craig up for more information about the Routan (VW minivan) and offered up his 911 as trade bait. The salespeople have already contacted him a few times. High comedy.
Next week (9/24 & 25th) I'll be at Road Atlanta watching Clay and the BimmerWorld crew hopefully win a World Challenge race. After that 9/30 and 10/1 I'll be instructing at the BMW Oktoberfest DE at Road Atlanta, then racing in the club race with Brendan in the fire breathing 5 series. Oktoberfest is a big deal in the BMW Car Club world since it rotates to different locations annually. Supposed to be pretty cool with lots of neat BMW rides. If anyone makes it up Wed. or Thur. let me know I'll bring an extra helmet and we'll get you a ride.
I'm sure all of this will make for exciting DTOM reading in the coming weeks. Until then enjoy a few pics as entertainment.
That'll buff right out. Notice the miracle silver door find!
White bumper, but see if you can find the rest of the damage.
Congrats to Steve D. for winning (not the special Olympics) but 3rd place in the SE30 National Champion race out in Utah. If I told you the two men in this picture raced Spec Miatas would that shock anyone?
Long time DTOM fans will remember the HeartBreaker Democross project. Since it is getting around that time of year, Al was nice enough to send us an update on the car's status (below).
What happens in Vegas ends up on DTOM!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Programming Notes: I’ve gotten pretty lazy and haven’t ‘written’ much for this blog, falling into that old blog standby of just posting a bunch of pictures. Well you get what you pay for. The Democross will probably have another ‘final’ post when the video is put together DVDs are being mailed to Craig for compilation as we speak. I’ll post up a teaser clip below. In the meantime I’ll wrap up our SEMA / Las Vegas experience with some more pics and details. I’ll start classifying my ‘opinion’ stuff on politics clearly so that you can skip ahead if you’re just here for the awesome racing action. Also I'll post more pictures on Facebook so you can see more automotive lunacy there. [start Political Diatribe] Since we left off we now have a new president – Obama. His ‘change’ appears to be mostly hiring all of Clinton’s old cronies, what a crazy radical. I’ve gotten a few comments on my not so sly political commentary. For the record I’d characterize myself more as a Libertarian than a true Republican. I’m against government in just about any capacity (hence DTOM) and even more so against taxes. I couldn’t care less about things like abortion, church vs. state arguments, gay marriage etc. Live and let live is my motto there, just keep your hands out of my pockets. I can also tell that no one bothered to read my links to Man vs. Welfare and Economics in One Lesson. If anyone is smart enough (I’m not) to point out holes in Henry Hazlitt’s arguments please send them along, it all seems to resonate pretty well with me, but I’ll keep an open mind that running up a huge deficit, taxing successful businesses and people to sustain a bloated bureaucracy is somehow good for America, and the kids (don’t forget about them). [/end Political Diatribe]
I touched on this already but I’ll restate - SEMA is awesome, and from all accounts this one wasn’t nearly as cool as years past. Seems that the auto industry isn’t doing as well as it once was who knew. Still there are 5 main halls (I think?) each filled to the brim with every type of doodad and whiz-bang you can think of for your car. Since this is a trade show it is supposed to be Business to Business sales, but I certainly didn’t get that vibe until we walked over to the APEX show. SEMA is full of lights and girls in mini-skirts (or less) and chrome, basically designed to send you into ADD seizures. APEX on the other hand is the grim underbelly. It reminded me of Planes, Trains and Automobiles where Del Griffith (John Candy) is a shower curtain ring salesman. This place was full of Del Griffith’s - guys that make a living on 1% margin. Not pretty. Needless to say we spent maybe 20 minutes there vs. 32+ hours at SEMA.
What else did we do in Vega$ you ask? Craig and I stayed at Harrah's for the first part of the week, not a bad room but small and right on the MONORAIL (which rules -Were you sent here by the devil? No good sir I'm on the level). When the girls came we moved to the MGM Signature which was really nice (gated entrance - BAM!) and well we ate — a lot. So much that my last meal in Vegas was Sunday morning, I didn’t get hungry again until Monday night. After nearly 3 months of emails on where we were going to eat dinner every night during this week (seriously 3 months of discussion), we ended up about 50% for the list. I’m not much on the food channel but apparently Dave White, Clay, Craig and Dan are all big fans. I’d never heard of any of the places they picked but for the most part these guys know how to eat. First time I met and hung out with Dan Fitzgerald from www.diffsonline.com, super cool guy and has a disturbing knowledge of mixed drinks. Our itinerary if anyone would like to retrace our footsteps along with my comments:
Monday – Batista’s Hole in the Wall Italian. Not bad, big selling point is that every meal comes with unlimited wine. It tastes like communion wine, but it gets the job done.
Tuesday – Garden of the Dragon Chinese. We had a meeting here so no choice. In hindsight I would have preferred Diego’s which is where Dan and Dave went (Mexican).
Wednesday – Mesa Grill. I was leery of this since I’m not a big Southwestern fan, but it ended up being my favorite. I had a pumpkin soup that was delicious and a fat NY strip that is probably one of the best I’ve ever had.
Thursday - Craftsteak. Did you know you could spend $250 a plate on a steak dinner? Neither did I. Thankfully we didn’t since Christine had come out by then and it would have been $500 for two. Yikes. The highest quality Kobe beef is on the menu. I decided I’d rock the NY Strip again to do a heads up comparison. It was good, but I give the nod to Mesa by a smidge probably just my personal preference.
Friday – Sushi Samba. The only place I could have done without. First off I’m from the Midwest. Seafood to me is deep fried perch, raw fish is called ‘bait’. Secondly this place was uber-hip. Like eating in a night club. Loud pounding music, very dark, and they were showing an old Godzilla movie on the walls (which was actually the coolest part). None of this was conducive to a ‘cozy’ dinner or any conversation. I rocked the NY strip – AGAIN just to complete the circle, and basically that was the only thing on the menu I would have eaten. Result – 3rd place, but still not bad. **Sidenote, one of the funniest things all week. Clay ordered this super cool cucumber martini cocktail drink. Then gets up to go to the bathroom. It is delivered, and Crystal (Clay's girlfriend) proceeds to chug it dry while he is away. She finishes just as he walks around the corner. He sits down and looks at the empty glass with a huge chunk of cucumber on the side and can't quite figure out what the deal is (he has had several others by now). Before he can figure it out a bus boy walks by and snatches it almost from his hand. You might have had to witness it for the full effect but the look on his face and the timing with which it all happened made it seem like a TV Sitcom in execution. Good times and well played.
Saturday – Wynn Buffet. I’d been asking for this since our 3 month email began. The food snobs derided buffets as if I were suggesting the Golden Corral. We managed to convince Craig and Shelley that it would be ‘okay’ to eat there and I think they were surprised. It isn’t on the same level as a dedicated super fancy restaurant but 1. you’ll make yourself uncomfortably full 2. It is ‘reasonably priced’ 3. The deserts alone are worth going for 4. They always have roasted turkey even in July.
Sunday – Bellagio Champagne Breakfast Buffet. After gorging myself the previous evening (and past week really) we decided what a better way to say goodbye to LV, and yes for the record the champagne is unlimited.
What else did we manage to do beside eat and look at cars? Well on Thursday night baller Clay managed to score an invite to the Gran Turismo Awards. So after eating a light steak dinner we headed over to the Hard Rock Café where they checked to see if we were ‘on the list’. We got the 2nd class citizen wrist bands (no free bar access) and were let through the door. Here 500 of our closest friends stood around and waited for the show. Atlanta Rapper – Ludacris was scheduled to perform, which was awesome since I love Hip Hop rap and Atlanta. It was a weird crowd and I’m not sure that Luda was the best pick, but I guess I couldn’t have come up with anyone better. The first half of the show started awkwardly while a bunch of middle aged white drunk people swayed around and ‘threw their hands in the air’. It got better when Dave Navarro and Tommy Lee came out on stage. Since there were only a few hundred people, I was literally in the 4th or 5th ‘row expending absolutely no effort. Christine playing the role of hip high school teacher and official DTOM photographer weaseled herself next to the stage and submitted the pictures (attached). It was all pretty surreal, Tommy Lee has some issues. He SMILED THE ENTIRE TIME. Not a grin or a smirk, a full on both rows of teeth showing SMILE, and his teeth were supernaturally white. Navarro is roughly 5 feet tall, and they are both heroin skinny. Luda’s watch – if real – had approximately $1 million dollars of diamonds on it, and he was wearing a diamond earring the size of a marble. Atlanta truly is where the players play.
Friday night after our sushi nightclub dinner, Christine wanted to go down to Fremont St. to see the light show. This was described as 15 minutes and awesome, our references included an elderly taxi cab driver and a partially remembered experience while inebriated several years ago from Craig. In hindsight we probably should have done more due diligence. The ‘light show’ is maybe 3 min., 5 at the most, and it isn’t a light show it is a commercial for the casinos downtown set to music and projected on an overhead canopy. After seeing the dude that wet his pants in the john and having a falling over drunk girl accost me on the street I wouldn’t have called the strip ‘high class’. Well that shows what I know. The downtown scene featured a pretty crowded walkway full of people carrying around 70 oz beers in plastic cowboy boots, guitars, and faux ‘yard’ glasses. It also had a variety of gift shops that all sold the same 5 sweat shirts and 10 t-shirts. They weren’t even as inventive as the shop next to our hotel that had the “I (heart) to Fart” shirt we almost bought for Dave. My suggestion is to save the $50 in cab fare that it costs to get downtown and back and spend it gambling.
Saturday night after gorging on dessert and turkey at the Wynn Buffet we went to see Le Reve. Full disclosure here, I’m not a big fan of the French (SHOCKER), ballet, or shirtless dudes in Speedos. If you share those inclinations, I’m going hazard a guess and say that this show and Cirque du Soleil in general probably isn’t for you. My biggest problem was trying to figure out the ‘story’, if there was a story, and if maybe I was too stupid to understand what was going on. It turns out that isn’t what you go to these things for. In terms of some pretty amazing athletic ability this show and its performers have it. The entire thing is done in a large ‘swimming pool’ / stage surrounded by seats. They have these crazy trapeze things come down and pick people up, where they swing around and then dive into the pool while live music plays and synchronized swimming, and people dancing and doing gymnastics. If that sounds like a hot confused mess, well that is pretty much how it registered to me too. The entire time I wondered – what part could I play in this if I had to make a living since they all could do back flips (answer I’d starve), turkey makes me sleepy, wow there is a lot going on, what happens if that dude slips or loses his grip straight to a blow tube wheelchair, how do you practice this stuff, etc.
Like all good things Vegas had to come to an end, and that is where things started to go south. All the anger and vitriol that I dish out eventually comes back to me postage paid. Our flight was delayed two hours, thankfully Shelley is also a baller super traveler and had access to the Delta Crown Room where weary business people sit and pour drinks and peanuts into their bodies in an attempt to forget that they fly all the time to make a buck. Doesn’t sound so bad? Well it served as a constant reminder that she was flying first class, while Craig and I were not only in coach but in middle seats. Moral – NEVER let anyone book your tickets, since they don’t care where you sit. I barely fit in an airplane seat. I certainly don’t fit comfortably in a middle seat and not for four hours. To make matters worse, Craig finds his seat where the dude that was on the aisle WANTS to sit in the middle to be next to his wife. $#&*#$^%.
I have a good friend that used to work in Customer Service for the phone company. This was before cell phones became ubiquitous and everyone had to have a home phone. I used to joke at “customer service” in a virtual monopoly. I’d ask what do you tell people, “Tough sh!t Mr. Customer if you don’t like it we’ll disconnect your phone, and when you get sick of walking to the gas station everyday to make your calls, we’ll charge you $50 to hook it back up.” That sums up the airline industry. I honestly wonder if the govt. could do a worse job at running it. The same thing will happen to them that has happened to wireline phone service – who needs it now? Everyone looks at me like I have two heads when I say this, but remember in the 70’s no one knew what a cell phone was, and Pullman Sleeper cars used to be the height of traveling luxury. The absolute minute that people have a choice, not even a better choice maybe one that isn’t quite as distasteful they will run from airlines and all of those clowns will be hustling shower curtain rings and deservedly so. I’ll sit in my middle seat and wait.
BTW – here is a hot tip for the security people. When a 6 foot blond dude blows something up, I’ll submit to the strip search, until that time stick to the dude’s that look like terrorists. This isn’t racism, its common sense. Honestly I’d roll the dice just to keep my shoes on at this point.
Most of these are stolen from Brian Jones, but I think they tell the visual story of the Democross - perhaps man's greatest achievement.
I'll say that I've casually mentioned / described the democross to about 20 people now, all of whom don't know the central players (ie Weird Al and gang). Without exception everyone thinks it is the coolest thing they have ever heard of.
The Heartbreaker dealt out its fair share of pain including taking down the Beertech ride which was a left over 24 hrs of lemons car. Shockingly Craig's welds on the death bumpers all held up, but the HBC didn't. Overheating started and it is suspected that a blown headgasket sent the big 6 into the great junkyard in the sky.
Travis Wilson piloted his Grand Marquis over the jump at a high rate of speed. The car nosed over and landed very very hard. 2 seconds after landing a loud pop was heard as the airbag deployed. It was a nice single stage airbag - the kind they don't make anymore because they're dangerous. Landing / crashing and then having an airbag blow up in your face isn't very cool or safe, but it sure is funny, especially when it happens after the crash has taken place thus negating any life saving potential.
A picture is worth a 1000 words, so here are the highlights. I'll wrap up our SEMA experience later in the week.
Democross Waiver - Safety First!!
Just some good ole' boys, never meaning no harm - [BAM airbag goes off]
Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn - the chrome horn!
I don't know much so far since reports are slow coming in. I'll simply submit this picture as photographic evidence to the Democrosses inherent awesome nature.
Halloween Democross Style
Friday, October 31, 2008
First of all - Spud Guns have been added to the agenda, along with 'dodge a tater'. I may have to go on anti-depressants after missing this weekend.
Anyway snuck over to Craig's at lunch today so that I could test drive the democross. It was reluctant to start due to a dead battery but we got it turned over. Wow it was loud, and backfiring!! Craig ran it around the block to keep it running, while Brendino and I walked to the front of the house.
A sweet (but nosy) little old lady walked out onto her porch and exclaimed "Do you boys know who is making that noise?" At which point I told Brendan there would be no more test drives and we were probably going to jail since right after she asked Craig came hauling a$$ around the corner in something that looked like a Mad Max prop car.
He hopped out and I explained the situation. Apparently he is somehow on good terms with this old timer so he went to smooth the feathers while I went for lap 2.
Our hard work had paid off. The car was no longer a horrifying death trap, it was now a horrifying death machine. The side pipes will be ripped off almost immediately since they sit about 3 inches off the ground. Fine for road work, but not rally style.
Craig will get plenty of pictures and there is the promise of a professional videographer to capture what will probably be billed as JackA$$ 3. If anyone knows Johnny Knoxville give him my number...
Finishing Touches - Democross Update
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I decided today would be a good day to vote early since I will actually be out of town in sweet sweet Las Vega$$ next week for the election. Apparently so did 500-600 of my closest friends. Also like a moron I thought it would move quick and didn't bring a coat. It doesn't really get 'that' cold down here and for just walking to your car and back in a parking lot you can get away with this. Standing outside when it was 35 degrees with just a button up shirt on (and pants -fyi), not really a good idea. Thankfully it only took TWO HOURS! It really got bad when I had to pee about 1 1/2 hours into it. Luckily for me, my love of this great country and my hatred of taxes and big govt pulled me through.
While I did this Craig baked a cake for his cat's birthday and finished up the democross car. For some strange reason Craig loves this "Check Panel" that BMW put on all their 80's cars. It has various warning lights tell you things that are wrong with your car. Here is a news flash that you probably guessed, if you're driving around in a $500 car that is twenty plus years old, pretty much every light is always on. What are you going to do about it? One of the most gratifying days of building my 'real' race car was ripping this piece of crap out of the roof. Alternatively Craig decided not only to keep it, but to secure it with zip ties.
Also check out the fresh new xmas tree to make it smell less like BO and mold. AND the final piece of the puzzle, the awesome SKULL shift knob. It has an unholy glow all of its own letting other democross cars know its bad intentions.
O tannenbaum O tannenbaum... NO SH!T my brake lights are out? Thanks BMW! BEWARE!!!!
NOBAMA - Democross update
Monday, October 27, 2008
Craig suggested we try and call this a 'Green' Democross car based on the fact that he was able to reuse most of the original exhaust when making the side pipes, however I think the fact that it has no catalytic converters and no hopes of passing even the loosest emissions test may not make Al Gore too happy.
It is disappointing but I think we've completed the democross car. There may be some quick 'style' updates but the heavy lifting is done. The master cylinder search took too much time away from the 'goodies' section. But we have a long list of things for next year and more time to find them cheaply like: NOS system, musical horn, smoke screen, flame shooting exhaust, air bags, exhaust through the hood, etc.
Thinking about the 'green' thing and the attention it gets prompted me to consider the election. I've stayed away from politics here because I don't think there is much point arguing it, no one ever changes their mind, but I'll mention a few things since this is my show. If you don't like it stop reading now.
Everyone worries about global warming and what will it do to our 'children', to be frank the democratic plans to redistribute wealth with the increase in taxes, and our government's policy (D and R alike) of deficit spending is much more concerning and probably a greater danger to your children than whether an African Night Owl is endangered or that an ice floe has melted north of Greenland. If Obama is elected he'll have a sympathetic Congress and look out for what comes next. I hope they stop at nationalized medicine but who knows. Nationalized healthcare, which I've heard described as the efficiency of the DMV with the compassion of the IRS.
Economics is confusing, at least it was to me in college, the best book that I've found that gives a clear explanation of the free market and why (for the most part) things should be allowed to run their course is written by a man named Henry Hazlitt in 1946. It is as relevant today as it was then and uses very clear examples of how economic principles work and why they work.
Junk Yard Dogs - Democross Update
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Getting the car started was a little too easy. We knew at some point things would go south and figured it would be restoring the brakes. Then a master cylinder was gifted to us from Al and it looked again like everything was going to be downhill from there.
The master cylinder arrived in the mail and Craig feeling ambitious Sat. morning started taking things apart. Only to find that we had a 528 master cylinder not a 535. Whats the difference? Well the 'new' one we had wouldn't fit, even in a MacGyver it only has to work for a few hours type of way.
So we brought in the big guns and had our resident pro mechnanic B.Digel take a look. "Nope ain't gonna work", was the prognosis. That meant a trip to the junkyard.
As junkyards go "Pull A Part" is like an upscale mall whereas most junkyards are like a flea market. Even so, the clientele are the same folks you'd see at a county fair but it is a little more grim and desperate. I'll wager that we were in the minority looking for obscure parts for a car that we intended to demolish. I'd say most junkyard customers are driven by necessity. It isn't what you would call a happy place. Lets face it you probably aren't looking for spare tires or a battery at a junkyard because you're 'thrifty'. Thankfully for the junkyard set, Obama should be in office soon and looking to redistribute my wealth so that they can maybe grab a new seat or something nice for their ride instead of just looking to get it back on the road.
Now when we started our little adventure, it was figured to be a long shot at best. There were several things working against us finding the actual part we needed and only a few in our favor. First, junkyards in the US are populated mostly by.. US cars. Second the part we were looking for is pretty rare even among German cars, most braking systems (universally) are vacuum assisted vs. hydraulically assisted. Third, even if we found the car we were after, and it was the right model, a master cylinder is a pretty common part to fail and pretty easy to remove, and pretty expensive to buy - all of which means it probably would already have been taken by someone else. And lastly, its a junkyard, so even if we managed to get lucky there was still the large probability that the part wouldn't work, remember cars don't end up in junkyards because they're well maintained and in perfect working order.
In our favor, we had two things going for us, Craig is an old junkyard hand and BMW did use this system on 3 different models of cars - none of which are very popular among the junkyard crowd. We hit Pull A Part South, passed on the taco truck in the parking lot, and immediately started looking through the rows of cars. Mistakenly, as part of my 'no tool left behind policy', every tool box I own weighs approximately 30 -70 lbs. lugging it around a junkyard sucks. We divide to conquer and find a few BMWs, and even two 5 series of the right era, but being 528's they only yield the wrong part that was already mailed to us.
No surprise that we're out of luck. Team meeting puts a 2nd junk yard trip to a vote and its off to Pull A Part Norcross. We see a boyfriend / girlfriend in the parking lot, which always shocks me. Any parents reading this - tell your daughters - IF any boy you're dating takes you to the junkyard to buy parts for the car he drives you to the junkyard in - FIND a new boyfriend. The Norcross PAP is a little better organized but we quickly walk through the "German Import" rows and roll snake eyes again. The "Japanese Import" section is a little bit of a hike, but since we left the tools in the truck while we went scouting this time (lessons learned). I suggest we push on, citing the dedication to sorting accuracy I feel the average junkyard employee probably has, without the 30 lbs tool box dragging us down everyone agrees.
We're encouraged early on seeing a BMW, proof of my junkyard hypothesis. We find an 87 325i and a 1985 7 series right next to each other. We open the hood on the 7, which looks to be in really good shape (all things considered) and SHAZAM, there it is, the part we need. Craig draws the short straw and has to hike the 1/2 mile back to the truck for tools and lug them back. Brendino and I go over the 325 and pick out some gravy parts that we'll snatch to ice the cake once we're done with the democross business.
As usual nothing is ever easy and it takes us about 30 min. to get everything we need off the cars. This is due mostly to the fact that the 30lbs of tools I have in my box aren't really the ones you'd need for any job. Which, in my defense, is why they're in the Junior Varsity tool box to begin with. Keep in mind 30 min. to remove something in a junkyard is a lot of time. When you work on a car you care about you're not allowed to use tools like a 5 lb hammer, a pry bar, aviator snips, etc. In a junkyard those are the first tools you grab.
We get back around 5pm and call it a day. Craig takes the installation on himself and Sunday morning reports that everything has been installed and that the car has functioning brakes. He even gets ambitious and takes it for a maiden voyage through the hippie compound he calls home. Driving a democross car where he lives is kind of like me putting an Obama sign in my front yard in terms of how the neighbors react. You can see from the picture above - I thought the "Tag Applied For" was a nice touch. I'm sure the police officer would pass right by that, given the huge metal death bumpers, the no registration, emissions, or insurance,and the windows that don't roll down. But at least it could stop now if he got pulled over, which is more than it could do a week ago when we brought it to the garage.
6th Place Motorsports presents - The Heartbreaker
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Master Cylinder arrived in the mail today at 6th Place Motorsports HQ. Also - Craig, never one to leave the design aspects of a project alone - demanded a theme. Inspired by a sticker made up of the head of Jesus (with tear in eye) in a Heart surrounded by flames (a lot of disparate elements I thought too)that I saw at WalMart while shopping for democross essentials the name "The Heartbreaker" came to mind and it stuck.
So Craig finished fabricating the front bumper, added the "Heartbreaker" motiff, and he has the rear bumper ready for attachment to the car.
We've gotten several suggestions on the car, and one specifically for the democross format. Probably too late for this year, but Gary Forlenza pointed out that each car should have a passenger firing a paintball gun at the other 'teams'. Clearly fans of this developing 'sport' can see the wisdom in that. We'll be sure to pass it along. The democross organizers are sensitive to suggestions from their participants, unlike Spec E30. We've also heard mention of a canopy and flag, but that seems a little stupid.
Bad Intentions - Democross Status
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I think these pictures will speak for themselves. Also good news we are getting a new (as in junkyard) master cylinder shipped to us, so we might just have brakes.
Still brainstorming on the brake issue. Signs point to a bum Master Cylinder, which is shockingly expensive (even used junk yard versions) for this car. All signs point to us inventing some type of braking system, modifying the parking brake and using that alone (called the 'high risk' strategy), or getting lucky and it being something else (doubtful).
I'm trying to get everyone on board with my idea to add a NOS (nitrous) kit to this thing. NOS would give us that needed 30 or more HP to make the jump more spectacular and possibly blow up the engine in mid-flight. Since I won't be there to drive it, that probably makes it easier to suggest.
Notice key product placements / sponsors in the attached pics.
We got the car running today. Which took more than we initially thought. The fuel tank was empty. So we filled that, charged the battery replaced the spark plugs, and ended up buying a new distributor cap and button.
Carb Cleaner or Brake Cleaner can be used as a poor man's starter fluid but be careful of too much of a good thing. While hosing it into the intake it backfired (aka exploded) and blew a lot of the hoses off from the intake and probably didn't help the nearly 30 year old intake electronics either. It also scared the sh!t out of me since I was the one doing the hosing while Craig mashed the gas pedal.
Ultimately it was my 'italian' tune-up suggestion (run it a long time at high RPM) and a can of Sea Foam magic fuel system cleaner that got it running under its own power and on all cylinders again. We also took the time to shore up the vaccuum lines with electrical tape in lieu of replacing.
We then drove it from secret location 1 to secret location 2. I was the pilot. The car has absolutely NO brakes. It also isn't registered, or insured and the windows don't roll down. And the door ajar chime is constantly going off. It was a pretty stressful ride, but it all ended well enough.
The second stage of making the car cool now begins. We began this process by removing the entire interior of the car and screwing the fog lights 'rally style' to the roof.
The most amazing thing you will ever see!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I know you're asking yourself "Really Jim? The most amazing thing I will ever see is a POS 80's BMW family car? You're off your rocker."
Well here is what I know that you don't. This very car is currently in the Brand New Engine / DTOM skunk werks factory in a secret location rumored to be around downtown Atlanta. Unfortunately this post will be a bit light on details since we can't tip our hand to our competition so early in the game.
I will simply tell you to stay tuned since this will be something that you could never imagine.
What is this all about? Weird Al's Dirt Track DEMOCROSS and Firearms spectacular - imagine a man so visionary that he could think to himself "What would happen if I assemebled some of the world's best drivers, added an empty farm field, built a jump, and then added beer, guns, and fire?"
The answer? Probably the most awesome thing ever conceived. Unfortunately due to a prior engagement I won't be able to drive. But my excitement about this event is such, that I am still fielding a car and partnering with Craig and Brendan to pilot it to victory. Brendan is a very accomplished amateur demolition pilot, once jumping a car on the street so high that it nosed over and immediately destroyed its oil pan and cooling system in a very dramatic fashion!!
The man who created this most amazing race? Al Taylor - part time farmer, junk dealer, drifter, environmentally sensitive racer, dreamer, and hero to the common man.
I leave you with this video that will hopefully help you wrap your minds around the subject.
