NAME THAT SEAT!
Last weekend I went to the monthly car show / swap meet in Amherst NH and I saw this bench seat that had me quite intrigued. I am pretty sure that I have never seen one of these seats before. The owner of this seat thinks that it is from a 1968+ GTO, though he isn’t 100% sure.
So I ask you – What in the world did this seat originally come out of? Is it really a GTO seat? Some other A-Body? Drop some knowledge on me.
During my lunch yesterday, before I even got off the motorcycle, I was told by the local inspection station that I needed new tires, a license plate light, and a more visible location for my license plate. Apparently I have been riding dirty for a while now. “Oopsy! You caught me!” I won’t lie though, I was aware of all of this, and figured somebody would call me out on it eventually. As it turns out, that time was yesterday. Ah well, at least once I fix it all I won’t have to cross my fingers, toes, and bring a lucky rabbit’s foot to the inspection station each year. What a relief.
Since I was replacing my tires this year whether I had an inspection sticker or not, I ordered them about a week ago. Now, I have never had new tires on my bike, so I had no idea that shops charge anywhere from $25 – 50 per tire for mounting and balancing. Surprise! Yea, no. I am way too cheap, and I tend to stress out when people touch my vehicles. I have trust issues I suppose. Anyway, when I got home yesterday, my fresh new tires were waiting for me, and “operation tire swap” was about to commence. I had swapped car tires without machines before, but never motorcycle tires, but how different could it be?
I began by hanging my bike from my garage rafters and popping the rear wheel off. I laid it on a piece of cardboard, and pulled the schrader valve out of the valve stem to let all of the pressure out.
With my fingers crossed and happy thoughts in my head, I broke the bead loose on the old tire with a shovel. » Continue reading more of this post…
When it comes right down to it, a supercharged V8 engine stuck into a car is a winning combination every single, stinkin’ time. You absolutely cannot deny it. It doesn’t matter if it is a Corvette, a Ford Falcon, or Acura Integra. Blown V8’s are all about brutally obnoxious, tire shredding, fear-filled, horsepower. The other day, I came across this Volvo 740 which I believe was built in Sweden, though I can’t be sure because I don’t speak or read the language. I typically just pick out the words that look like English or Gearhead slang, and make up the rest to fill in the blanks. Hey whatever works, amirite? Let’s get down to it – Here are the stats that you’ll want to take a close look at: » Continue reading more of this post…
These PPG mixing cups are so amazingly useful in the garage it is almost frightening. Along with measuring & mixing paint, they hold nuts & bolts, catch small leaks, they don’t melt when you put gas / brake cleaner / carb cleaner in them, AND they don’t explode into 1000 pieces when you accidentally run them over. Oh yeah! I almost forgot! They also hide little mice perfectly, so when you grab the top mixing cup and feel it wiggle a bit in your hand, shriek out a high pitched scream that you hope nobody heard, and find a little tiny mouse inside, don’t be surprised. I’ve …. heard it actually could happen. If this strange turn of events develops on your property, just calmly bring your new friend outside and let him back into the wilderness. Unless he can weld, he’ll be much happier there than in your garage.
Over the weekend I spotted this super clean Citroen. I don’t know a much about them, but I’m fairly confident that this is a 2CV model. It was probably built between 1960-something and 1980-something. Since the body was basically the same for its entire 20+ year production, it’s tough for the non-Citroen enthusiast to spot the differences. The one thing that I do know is that Sunday was a beautiful day and their roof was rolled back, making it a far more appropriate summer vehicle than my 4 door, sunroof-less, Subaru 2.5 RS. I must say that I did walk away from the Citreon moderately confused about the shoes hanging on the front bumper, but for all I know, it could have been designed for that.
Each Friday, Tony and I like to post up some great burnout videos. Over the course of this week, we came across a few really nice ones to share. However, the key to really enjoying these videos lies within your volume control. Don’t be shy about cranking the volume up. You are going to want to hear the turbos spool, the superchargers whine, and the tires rip up the pavement. Enjoy!
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Sometimes, you spend an entire day wrenching on some type of fantastic automotive project, and it turns into 10 hours of pure, pain-filled, torturous, unstoppable failure. Don’t bother trying to prevent it, because it cannot be done. For my fellow car enthusiast friends, and myself, a complete day full of failure is scheduled against our will once every few months, or anytime after 11pm. When it happens, you know it. Bolts will break, fire takes place, parts vanish, and injuries are 100% totally unavoidable. I’m serious! The hardest that I have ever been punched was directly in the face with my own fist! That’s a story for another day though. During the course of one of these types of days, each and every second will be worse than the last, but if you give up, you are a quitter. You don’t want to be a quitter right? Now, after this past weekend, I came to the realization that some good may actually come out of a day of failure. Here is the key: Failing hard will keep a person humble. Let me explain. » Continue reading more of this post…