bring it by on Sunday
bring it by on Sunday
A ninja editor![]()
who's heavily into Buicks
Well, it's time to say goodbye to the Pacific Northwest again. I've enjoyed my time with the airplanes, with friends old and new, but in all honesty, with exception of the job and the BangShifters I know in the area, the welcome has worn thin and I'm ready to get back to Arizona and finish out my schooling.
The Mirada has been proving itself well this summer. The 323ci small block has been running well, better after I figured out why it was losing oil but not burning it nor leaking it (Nobody runs 5w30 in a SB Mopar...except my retarded ass, on the advice of the engine builder). The car has been flushed and filled with Royal Purple, the trans leak is no more, and other than bashing out the wrinkled passenger rear quarter panel to clear the tire, mechanically I'm not too concerned. The only vital gauge that has bit it has been the speedometer, and without knowing what happened, I'm not in a hurry to fix it. I have a pretty good spread of the speeds by RPM, anyways. The plugs were pulled and cleaned, the carb has been tweaked, the fuses and bulbs have been checked, and most important, the radio still hammers like an ironworker. All systems GO for the moment.
Downsides...yes, I've already found a couple. First, it's a barge with Chrysler's pimp velour '70's fabrics. I'm starting to regret covering the Subaru seats in this stuff, especially after ditching the useless-as--on-a-bull air conditioning system. Seriously, I'm gonna be sweating like a cornered nun the entire drive down. The front end has a tendency to tram due to the wide front tires, and it's not a gradual effect: if it wants to go, it'll go RIGHT NOW. Usually it's fine, but I'm pulling it out of Washington for, as far as the records show, the first time ever.
So, the route. This is one of my more traveled ones, it'll be I-90 through the Cascade Mountains east, then south into Oregon for a bit. I'll then head ESE into Idaho, and depending on my endurance, I'll camp somewhere between Twin Falls, ID and Wells, NV. Day 2, I'll rip through Ely, NV (and if you're around, Randal, wouldn't mind stopping in for another hour or so), then heading south through hundreds of miles of abso-effin'-lutely nothing to Henderson, NV, cut through Vegas, south to Kingman, AZ, and get the hell home. I must be home before August 14th, because I'm flying out to Kentucky on the 15th. And I'm pretty sure I don't want to miss that flight.
So, being the sporting type and being that I love a bit of comedy, I open up the betting pool:
- First breakdown
- First flat tire
- Runs out of fuel
- Dehydrates from sweating his ass off and needs medics
- Severe cactus injury
- Random burning object
- Sex toy spoiler flys off at...?
- Gets pulled over (Where and What)
- Shoots car and thus, ends Project Superbeater
(I have this fear that the car will end up looking like David Spade's GTX in Tommy Boy.)
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Got GPS? Who needs a speedo? Knowing the weight of your gargantuan right foot and your taste for speed - I bet the ticket comes before a breakdown.
"I aint scared, brakes are good, tires fair..."
speed limit in the middle of desert is as fast as it will go without over heating! Enjoy - don't drive tired, keep us posted.
drive safe
A ninja editor![]()
who's heavily into Buicks
The car's reaction to turning sounds like a toe out condition.
Have a blast on the drive.
BS'er formally known as Rebeldryver
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