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.
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 The Universal Language – Supercharged V8 Volvo Video.
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!
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 Spending A Day Failing Teaches You Something
If you’re in a fantasy league you would be wise to pick either Kyle Busch or Carl Edwards as this weeks winner of the Coca-Cola 600 at Charlotte Motor Speedway.
Both had very strong cars last Saturday night during the All-Star Race.With Carl Edwards winning the event and Kyle rolling across the finish line to bring home a second place finish, the two of these guys ran strong all night.
If I had to make a decision as to who was going to bring home the checkers for the Sprint Cup Coca-Cola 600, I’d have to put my finger on Kyle Busch. For starters to Kyle, coming home second means your the first looser, and to get another shot at a victory at the same track; I can’t see Mr. Busch letting that one slip by him twice in a row. He sure to make his presence known on Sunday.
If that isn’t enough, it seems as though Mr. Busch has been practicing all week in preparation , does a certain Lexas mishap seem to ring a bell?
In all seriousness Carl Edwards is backed by Roush Fenway racing and boy have they gotten that new FR9 Ford Motor figured out. He hooked up and checked out all night long during the Nascar All-Star event.
Dale Earnhardt Jr. never was a factor during the race. He was voted in on the fan vote, and for some reason the team just couldn’t seem to get that car dialed in on Saturday night. Was the Hendrick camp able to compare notes this week between the 48,88,5 and 24 we’ll never know.
The Coca-Cola 600 is Nascar’s longest race of the year, so if you plan on watching it you’re in for the long haul.