Most people don’t buy a car and a house within a week of each other but I’m not most people. Life stuff to follow so you might want to skip this one.
If all goes well we’re going to be putting in an offer on a nice three-car garage with attached house tomorrow. If it goes through that means the POS Camaro gets to come home. Damn, I want this.
My wife’s G37X got hit on Saturday. The car in front of her stopped short, she stopped accordingly and then the older Explorer behind her either hit her of his own accord or got pushed in to her by the bro-truck behind him.
I’m sitting at my desk not feeling well so I thought I’d do a little shit posting instead of work. We all know how misunderstood the Springsteen song Born in the U.S.A. is. While a lot of people, and politicians, think it’s a jingoistic anthem it’s actually a song about a guy whose country has fucked him over. There…
There is an underpass right by the office I work in and I’ve seen at least 4 trucks either stuck under it or had their tops ripped open in the past year. It has big warning signs and even lights that flash if your vehicle is too tall. One of the trucks was a Penske rental so I can kind of understand the person not…
A friend of mind sent these over to me yesterday. This isn’t exactly the kind of thing you normally see parked in a strip mall on a Monday in February. I’d like to know what the story was on it.
Fuck Ford. Fuck Navistar. And fuck whoever packaged that piece of shit engine in that fucking truck.
Sometimes procrastination pays off.
I work for a trucking company so the employee parking lot is usually full of pickups and SUVs but today something new appeared. I’m not sure whose it was and I’m not sure what the hell it is, but it’s definitely not boring. The engine is an old-school Ford four cylinder (maybe a 2.3?) but that’s all I can say for sure.
I doubt anybody remembers but I’ve been having an issue keeping mice out of my project Camaro. I think that problem is either over or soon will be. The question now is, how do I get the snake out of there?
Eastern Washington, that is. It’s the dry side of the mountains but the whole thing is not a damn desert like some from Pugetopolis seem to think. Took a drive up above the lodge where we got married. I didn’t get a good shot from up top but here’s the view from half way:
Today I finally had a chance to try to hunt down what was causing all of the slop in the Camaro’s steering. Once I got it up and on stands and started looking it was pretty obvious that the steering box was the culprit.
Took the POS Camaro out for a drive after replacing the old fan with an electric one that I had lying around and was just too lazy to put in before. Until now I had been doing short low speed test drives but this time I decided to take it out on some main roads and shake it down.
It’s a semi-regular occurrence for somebody to wander in to my parents’ garage while I’m working on my Camaro to ask if it’s for sale.
I was watching some of the races at Goodwood and there were some early 2nd gen Camaros mixing it up with Capris, Rovers and Minis. One in particular struck my fancy and now suddenly I’m contemplating a whole different paint job for my ‘71. Going full on early 70s style. Now if I could just get it to run (and shoot…
I don’t know if anybody watches The Walking Dead, but tonight featured an interesting Easter egg for fans of car movies.
Now that it’s getting late and most people are heading off to bed I’m going to crow just a little bit about my alma mater.
I recently got a new job but I kept the old one on a part-time basis for now. The old one is at a translation company so meetings can often veer off topic and go in to a deep discussion of word origins.
My wife wrapped my presents and let’s just say they are easy to spot.