What did I do to my car today?
How about what did it do to me?!!!!
Removed what is left of the lower trumpet after my tire took it to task on a right hand turn on the test drive for my newly installed motor and tranny. Horn. He Gone... The motor ran great / idles smoothly at 1800 for a minute or so, then settles into a 900 rpm idle / blips up the scale smoothly and pulls at a conservative estimate of 2x my 1.7FI motor (which ran just fine before changing it our for this higher education).
The tranny shifting I sorted out after some very good advise from bdstone (Bruce) and all gears are there and shift nicely. What is not there is tranny oil.
The box did not drop a drip when filled and sitting for three days during the install and linkage tuning. The box did not drop a drip during the first three 1/4 mile loops in the neighborhood to check out the motor. Once I went for a real 5-gear test, BOOM! The main seal must have dearly departed because by the time I retuned to Laguna, the EPA had an APB out for little ole me. I was traced to my
secrete (misspelled on
porpoise) hideout by the dollar-sized blotches of fresh tranny oil splattered from Irvine down Laguna Canyon to the beach.
Upon clearing the smoke and neighbors, and upon undercarriage inspection, my newly refinished headers look like baked chocolate swirl sausages wrapped in mud. My tranny sports a patina of greenish grey with hints of auburn (or just... Ah.. burn) The underside of the little beast from the engine back looks worse than a beach in north Santa Barbara and the back bumper has a dust coating held to the car with a fine mist of gear oil infused with road grime.
Keep in mind that prior to this undertaking, I drove virtually nonstop - with Larmo doing parallels - all the way to WCR just before the new motor install began. At WCR, the mouse kept up with alll of the big cars..... in the parking lot.. not under power of course.... Consider that the lowly 1.7FI never missed a beat and needed only an occasional plug set, oil change, and the obligatory face mask to hide behind (or in Larmo's case a great domed helmet and bug-eyed goggles) / The 1.7 would regularly and dependably take me from the coast to Scottsdale to my Motor head Son's place wherein I could be roundly rebuked for bringing the sounds of clatter, spanks, clanks, and the put-put of the 1.7 to a place where 400HP is fairly weak.......
What did I do to my 914 today you ask? I put it on jack stands..... AGAIN!.