It seems to be common practice in car enthusiast households to have pets named after cars, auto parts or famous figures in automotive history. I personally know of several pets past and present that have had some great names.
- A fish named Tucker
- A cat named Turbo
- Another cat named Turbeau (Keeping it classy)
- A cat named Piston
- A cat named Malibu
- A cat named Monte
It’s odd that they are mostly cats, isn’t it? Hmm. Well, you can rest assured knowing that they aren’t all mine. Did you really think I was secretly a crazy cat lady for a second? That would surely be awkward. So - if you have a pet with automotive related name, share it with us!! Bonus points if you went with an engine size.
The guys over at Infamous Performance in Fall River MA are a ridiculously talented group. One of their latest creations is a 4G63 turbo powered Honda S2000. It is owned by a guy named TJ (one of the Infamous guys), and it entered his life in an extra crispy form, complete with a freshly doused engine fire. After owning a high horsepower DSM, the goal for this car was “not trying to be that fast, just trying to have some fun and keep the car in one piece“. Sure. Once in the shop, the “budget build” began.
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Not much going on here. Just a friend’s single turbo swapped 93 RX7 in the process of getting a new pilot bearing. It should be back on the road soon enough though. Oh, and it makes close to 400 horsepower, which is also nice. I think once it is back together I will get some good pictures of it, and show off just how awesome/ahead of their time the 3rd Gen RX7′s are.
“I don’t own the proper tool to replace control arm bushings. Flat out. I don’t have one.” Ok, now that we have that statement out of the way, I’d like you to know that it hasn’t stopped me from replacing them anyway. It is just 47,000 times harder and requires a:
- Serious vice (now damaged)
- Large hammer
- Air chisel
- Variety of hand chisels & punches
- A Sawzall with a new blade
- Every ounce of strength that you can call upon
Once you have all of these items gathered, just forget about doing this job, because it is stupid. Seriously, just go buy, rent, borrow, or steal the right tool for the job. You will be happier because it took zero time, you’ll have less injuries, and your vice will still work.
/ Public Service Announcement,
- Your Friends At The 1A Blog.
Remember the RX8 that I have that doesn’t move in the winter? Well, it totally makes up for all of that in the summer months, until I break it. Well, I didn’t really break it, it broke itself first, then…oh fine, I will just start at the beginning.
Last Monday, I was sitting in a parking lot with some icy cold A/C pumping full blast on my face. It was rather nice considering there was 1 million percent humidity hugging the outside of the vehicle. I then begin smelling the succulent smell of antifreeze. “Oh Noes!” I exclaimed. (So what, I’m dramatic, don’t judge.) I hopped out of the race car into the sweltering heat, and found antifreeze fire hose’ing itself out of a crack in the coolant overflow bottle. Terrific, I thought, this is just what I was hoping to fix after my truck’s recent shenanigans. So there I sat, helpless, because honestly there isn’t much that you can do when this happens except for catching what you can with rags and hoping it stops before the engine is totally empty.
That night I hopped on the internet and searched around for a new coolant overflow bottle. Much to my chagrin, my only option was to buy the exact same crappy, crack-prone overflow bottle from the dealer that had failed me in just 50K easy miles. Great. Not only was I now planning for failure in the future, but I also got to pay top dollar for it. Reluctantly, out came the wallet.
On the following Saturday morning I had the bottle in my hands, and I had just gotten up early so that my wife and I could use her car again. I popped the hood and began removing the items that were surrounding the old overflow bottle. I removed the two 10mm nuts on the top and gently pulled on it so that I could get a look at where my pliers needed to sneak into (one hose clamp is buried deep). SNAP! is what I got in return. My heart then entered my stomachular regions and I had sealed my fate for the next 24 hours minimum. That’s right, I had just snapped the plastic tube off the top of the plastic end-tanked radiator.
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That’s exactly what happenend to a guy named Jeff in Stockbridge Massachusetts about a year ago. He built himself a dream garage in 2005 to store and wrench on his own cars, and last year his neighbors decided that they weren’t having it. They were upset that he had so many friends with “high end” cars visiting his house. They then had the town slap a cease and desist order on him. Obviously Jeff & his friends knew how completely unreasonable his neighbors were being, and he wasn’t going out without a fight. » Continue reading more of this post…
I bought some new thread sealant recently, the same brand that I have been buying forever, because it is genuinely a really great product. I popped the cap off, poked a hole in the seal, and started squeezing with expectations of thread sealant coming out. Then I squeezed some more. hmm. Still nothing. More squeezing occurred along with more squeezing, and I still didn’t have any thread sealant. Finally when I got to the 50% flat point on the tube, I was met with what I had yearned for – new thread sealant. Then I started thinking – “Oh my god, this tube is almost empty already, and I haven’t even used it yet! I should go buy more!” Alas, I had been duped! Or had I? » Continue reading more of this post…