Check is in the mail Alex. Thanks again.
Check is in the mail Alex. Thanks again.
It’s unloved, but it is the performance deal of a lifetime right now. I know there are a couple of possible problems, but most of them are either immune or have already addressed it.
I live in Ann Arbor; this road is twisty, has very little room on either side of the road (hill going up on one side, down to a river on the other), and has LOTS of bicyclists on it. It’s a 35mph road, and he was doing 125mph. On a Saturday morning, where cyclist traffic is the highest.
I have a friend who shaped pieces of a vanilla Power Bar into goose poop-like shapes, placed them on the grass when we weren’t looking, then picked them up and ate them in front of us. Totally freaked us out.
Most car insults seem to revolve around masculine insecurity.
Maybe you shouldn’t be his friend anymore...sounds more like a burden.
As soon as I read your comment, I knew it was written by a retard.
1. The ignition parts I replaced were no-brainers. (I didn’t replace the dizzy).
2. Yup. My J10 is from 1985. I ripped the emissions stuff out of it. I kinda wanted to see if I could figure it out on this one, as the vacuum diagram really didn’t look that daunting once you get a good look at it. Oh well. I’ll just yank…
So yourself a favor and remove every single emission component in there. Find an OEM AMC intake manifold and 4 barrel cab (motorcraft 4350?) from a 70s Waggy and put that on there.
69-degree angle
No way those rear doors have enough space to open when this thing is in a parking spot. To hell with figuring out how to produce it, your potential customers probably couldn’t live with it.
Man, no shit: when I did the launch drive for this car back in 2014, they had all this British stuff everywhere. Union Jack flags, The Who and the Stones playing all over the place. But all the engineers there were German guys! “You like the new Mini, ja? Das ist ein kleiner Rennwagen, ja?”
My first car purchase was a rip-off, but it led to a lot of learning and long friendships. When I was 15 I had my eye on two types of cars : I wanted either a 1st generation VW Scirocco, or a 1st generation Toyota Celica. Most of my friends were into European cars, and when I turned 16 I started my search for a…
Sarcasm is my main way of dealing with something that makes me uncomfortable (which this article did) which is why I am wondering if there is any place more fitting to start a Dixie Freedom Ride than a Walmart parking lot in Mississippi.
I traded a refrigerator compressor for my first car, a 1963 Corvair. He got cold beer, I got hot trash.
When he got exasperated about Genghis Khan I knew I was doing my job.