boxer3main
<1.8 liter
I haven't had a perfect time with my sube starting in september with a hit and run, some hammering, welding, and cutting in a hurry. Finally safed and halfway decent, I backed into a parking spot and bent the exhaust perfectly into yet another hack and bend and fix, this time in the cold. A custom resonator later, all is well...
.. until the batch of diesel I pumped in from an 87 octane pump...
Just knowing it could keep going...
Not that anyone with lack of mechanical brains says anything nice about any machine, and that is a majority I have found, learned back in the days when loud chevelles weren't collectors items, but cars driven to work (I had a very very loud v8 chevelle) not many had something nice to say ever.
today it is 10 times the value and worshipped.
Anyway, still a bit squeemish, self conscious, driving the old sube this evening, I walked into the shop I parked in front of, and the clerk said, "hey an old sube."
I said, "yes it is."
"That a 1987? I can hear it purring out there."
I could have cried and hugged the guy, but kept my cool.
I said, "tapping away, as long as it keeps going."
it made my year.
It is times like this, trying times, that the greatest of things has faded away. I hope all the projects with facts can sustain in the suby garages...history will reveal them gain decently..someday...truth included.
.. until the batch of diesel I pumped in from an 87 octane pump...
Just knowing it could keep going...
Not that anyone with lack of mechanical brains says anything nice about any machine, and that is a majority I have found, learned back in the days when loud chevelles weren't collectors items, but cars driven to work (I had a very very loud v8 chevelle) not many had something nice to say ever.
today it is 10 times the value and worshipped.
Anyway, still a bit squeemish, self conscious, driving the old sube this evening, I walked into the shop I parked in front of, and the clerk said, "hey an old sube."
I said, "yes it is."
"That a 1987? I can hear it purring out there."
I could have cried and hugged the guy, but kept my cool.
I said, "tapping away, as long as it keeps going."
it made my year.
It is times like this, trying times, that the greatest of things has faded away. I hope all the projects with facts can sustain in the suby garages...history will reveal them gain decently..someday...truth included.
