4/4/2011

Well, for those amongst you worried about my use of a DGV on the Super Hot Rod Engine, rest easy my friends. The stock down draft manifold will not fit with the header I'm going to use. Oh sure, I could use a cast iron manifold, but at some point you go too far backwards and might as well not use the SHRE at all. Know what I mean? Here’s the poop. Saturday morning... wait, no. Friday evening, Tony calls and keeps me on the phone until a million o’clock. I don't wake up until almost 0900 h Saturday morning. I text John and head out as soon as possible. I pull up to the shop and he’s doing something with his B-210. I get cracking on mine. OK, I waste an hour or so looking for the single side draft, oval-port manifold with no success. It has vanished. Thinking about it now, I'm not actually sure it would have fit with the header either. Yeah, I'm going to allow that to help me sleep at night. Anyhoo, we finally decide, after much debate, to go with a DGV and make some bitchin’ air horns for it. That is until I actually try to fit the DD manifold with the header. Fortunately, part of the debate mentioned a few sentences ago, was John puttin’ the “Hard Sell” on me about his side draft guy in Italy. He, John, had sent me a link to a pair of carburetors he, the carburetor guy, had for sale a few days before. The “Hard Sell” John used was an attempt to remind me of how well a certain pair of carburetors ran on a certain 510 from the past. Of course I didn't remember it or them because, frankly, they weren’t mine and therefore didn't really blip my radar screen. Yeah, I'm just that self centered. Anyhoo, he, John, assured me that he, the carburetor guy would jet the things for our application and they ort to just bolt up and run perfectly. So, once we were convinced that we “had to” go with dual side draft carburetors, I passed the buck to John and asked him to handle getting them for me. Hopefully he, John, will be able to get an e-mail off to the carburetor guy and have us a set on the way in the next few weeks. I'm sure we won't be ready for the next “First Sunday” thing, but Juan never knows. OK, so I finally get to work on my car. The only thing holding that engine in now is gravity and the exhaust pipe. The only reason I didn't disconnect the pipe was I didn't want to jack the nose up and crawl under the car again. I'll do that first thing next Saturday. Wait, no I probably won't. I'll probably be helping John find and fix the intermittent parking light situation on his B-210. We'll see. Eventually we leave the shop and go have lunch at Mexican Inn on 8^th Avenue. Sunday I got to lunch with Roger and his wife then waste time until the First Sunday Japanese Car thing at Freebird’s. I hop in The Seven and drive across town to it and hang out until about 2100 h. As John is tryiing to leave, he discovers he has an intermittent park light situation in that his park light don't work anymore. Of course at this point we don't know it is intermittent until he decides to risk the ticket and drive home. They come on halfway there. I'm thinking loose connection somewhere, shouldn't be a hard fix if we can find it. I head home and now we’re back at work. And I think that’s about all I've got for today. Maybe I'll have more tomorrow. We'll see.