4/27/07

Ok, so the supermodel wasn’t really out for attention yesterday, I just got bored talking to y'all. Deal with it. I got to see what John is going to be driving for the next few minutes; it is the Civic he was looking at a while back. It appears to be a neat little car that has already had a “big” engine swapped in and a few other hotrod parts installed. I don’t hate it by any means, but it isn’t a Datsun. I'm going to fight any and all urges to become interested in it for myself as well. Oh, we also go his 510 running last night! First, he swapped the ignition wiring back to the proper firing order and I cranked while he sprayed carburetor cleaner into the choke. It fired right up and sounded good as long as he kept up the spray. I suggested shutting it down because it still didn’t have a radiator. He installed the new radiator and tried to hook up the upper hose. It fouled the distributor. We decided to spin the distributor 180 degrees, which he did. Now, I was watching him the whole time he was doing that job. I saw him remove the bolts from the “tower.” I saw him rotate the distributor. I saw him insert the bolts back in the tower. I saw him reinstall the cap. I saw him flip the wires 180 degrees on the cap. I watched him the whole time, I know there is no way he ever tightened the bolts holding the thing down. I know it! No way! Didn’t happen! I was there! I watched him the whole time! HE DID NOT TIGHTEN THOSE BOLTS! I'll go to my grave knowing that fact to be true! When I casually asked if he was planning to tighten them, he said, “I did that a long time ago.” “Psh, no way,” I thought and when he turned his back I reached in and tested one of them. Guess what, it was tight. I sat back down but not before he caught me. “Did you just check to see if they were tight?” he asked. I said I did because, as mentioned before, there was no way he could have done it while I was watching him. He grabbed the wrench and gave them another pull to prove it to me. I still do not know how, or when, he did it. He installed the upper hose and then the lower one. He filled the radiator with water since we didn’t have any antifreeze. We fired it up again on the carburetor cleaner and ran it like that until enough good gas flowed into the float bowl that it would self sustain. It did sound good despite the exhaust leak under the car somewhere. We fiddled with the idle and got it to run totally on its own. He backed out and took it for a Pico-hoon, which would be 1/100^th of a micro-hoon or 1/1,000,000^th of an actual hoon, around the building. He got out and was all smiles. “I tell you what,” he said. “That thing has got some scoot!” I pointed out that it was probably the first L-16 he’d ever driven with a good carburetor of the correct size. We agreed that usually an L-16 has the crappy old worn out Hitachi or a 32-36 on it, neither one optimal. It was at that point we started looking at the Honduh. I said he ought to drive the Honduh while “finishing” the 510 and then sell the Honduh to some young punk for way more than it is worth. I'm not sure if that is the plan, we’ll see. He parked the 510 again and we cleaned up for dinner. We made it to Freebird’s in time to actually eat this time. In the parking lot were a few 240SXs and a rear wheel drive Toyota Corolla. No, I'm not going to say S-13s, S-14s, and AE-86 because I'm not that guy. Get over it. I pointed them out, superfluously I might add because John sees things like that well before I do usually, and said, “Ooh! We’ve got some ‘Mad Tyte Dryfters’ in here tonight!” The table full of douche bags was fairly obvious. We got our burritos and sat down to eat. Afterwards, we stood out in the parking lot for a moment before heading to our homes. And that, my friends, is the tale of DLR for the evening of 4/26/07. Now the supermodel really is whining for attention so I guess I'll get back to work. Talk to y'all Monday.