My Birthday, Del Sols, and Blown Motors! Oh my!
So I'm 20 today, which I suppose is nice. Not really a big deal other than that I am no longer a teenager and therefore I now have no excuse to act like a tool.
In other news, yesterday was the annual Pre-Vegas Invasion tech meet where we all get our shit done that we have neglected to do all year. The most complicated installs of the day were a Tein Super Street suspension on a 93 Si and new lights for a 94 VTEC. The lower control arm bushing that the stock strut was on was seized due to age and rust, so we were basically fucked for about 5 hours until I finally just cut the bushing free and cut the bolt off. Take that, bitch!
Earlier in the evening, my buddy (I'll call him by his eName) Lost_SoL and I went to go get some more tools to work with since you can never have enough tools at your disposal. Anywho, on our way back we were merging onto the AZ 101 and he got on the gas a lot. He had been drag racing all day at the NOPI thing that was going on, so the motor had had a beating on it all day. He was running a turbo'd D15B at 13psi putting down 180 at the wheels, but he hadn't built the bottom end so it was gonna blow no matter what. While doing about 80mph at 6,000rpm and a very noticable BOOM! came from the engine area with a thick (couldn't see the headlights of the car behind us) black cloud accompanying it. Smoke quickly filled the cabin and we both looked at each other and said "fuck, roll down the windows quick!" We coasted off the next ramp to get to somewhere to call someone to come pick our dumbasses up and we thought we could make it to the liquor store a half a mile down the road, that is, until the remaining oil came out of the head and caught fire. We then pulled over and he said:
him: "pop the hood, quick!"
me: "fuck no man, you do it!"
The motor wasn't on fire, but needlessly to say we were fucked good in a questionable part of town. We pushed the car the 1/2 mile to the liquor store and called AAA for the tow. The driver mentioned how a lot of ricers has been breaking down all day presumably from the NOPI show. This prompted a chuckle out of me as I got sped down the road in a nice shiny new RX-8
He threw the rod from Cylinder 1 through the oilpan and into his downpipe. It was fuckin brutal, man. Just in case anyone cares, that is.
And thus, my weekend comes to an end with work at 10am tomorrow morning.
In other news, yesterday was the annual Pre-Vegas Invasion tech meet where we all get our shit done that we have neglected to do all year. The most complicated installs of the day were a Tein Super Street suspension on a 93 Si and new lights for a 94 VTEC. The lower control arm bushing that the stock strut was on was seized due to age and rust, so we were basically fucked for about 5 hours until I finally just cut the bushing free and cut the bolt off. Take that, bitch!
Earlier in the evening, my buddy (I'll call him by his eName) Lost_SoL and I went to go get some more tools to work with since you can never have enough tools at your disposal. Anywho, on our way back we were merging onto the AZ 101 and he got on the gas a lot. He had been drag racing all day at the NOPI thing that was going on, so the motor had had a beating on it all day. He was running a turbo'd D15B at 13psi putting down 180 at the wheels, but he hadn't built the bottom end so it was gonna blow no matter what. While doing about 80mph at 6,000rpm and a very noticable BOOM! came from the engine area with a thick (couldn't see the headlights of the car behind us) black cloud accompanying it. Smoke quickly filled the cabin and we both looked at each other and said "fuck, roll down the windows quick!" We coasted off the next ramp to get to somewhere to call someone to come pick our dumbasses up and we thought we could make it to the liquor store a half a mile down the road, that is, until the remaining oil came out of the head and caught fire. We then pulled over and he said:
him: "pop the hood, quick!"
me: "fuck no man, you do it!"
The motor wasn't on fire, but needlessly to say we were fucked good in a questionable part of town. We pushed the car the 1/2 mile to the liquor store and called AAA for the tow. The driver mentioned how a lot of ricers has been breaking down all day presumably from the NOPI show. This prompted a chuckle out of me as I got sped down the road in a nice shiny new RX-8
He threw the rod from Cylinder 1 through the oilpan and into his downpipe. It was fuckin brutal, man. Just in case anyone cares, that is.
And thus, my weekend comes to an end with work at 10am tomorrow morning.