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De-noobing the deliverator
The td06-20g 8cm, Aquamist HFS-5, and appropriate supporting mods were sitting in the basement. I was one install day away from obliterating the stock 5 speed in my 06 WRX.
Happily, I came to my senses before doing the install. I realized that for what an STI transmission would cost I could buy an entire project car and that my mod budget would go MUCH farther if I were into, say, turbo'ing a Miata instead of souping up my WRX. And with a project car I'd be able to satisfy my track day urges and compulsion to wrench on cars without imperiling my daily driver. So I picked up a 94M in July and since then I've been doing research and making plans, acquiring specific parts in pretty much random order as good deals have come up. It'll soon be time though to finish up the shopping list and get started on this for real. Looking forward to continuing to learn from and be entertained by you all. Great site you have here. |
smart move :bigtu: pics!
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snow crash much?
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Originally Posted by y8s
(Post 213061)
snow crash much?
For those who don't know, from Neal Stephenson's "Snow Crash": The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater, the Deliverator's car unloads that power through gaping, gleaming, polished sphincters. When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens. You want to talk contact patches? Your car's tires have tiny contact patches, talk to the asphalt in four places the size of your tongue. The Deliverator's car has big sticky tires with contact patches the size of a fat lady's thighs. The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta. <snip> The Deliverator is a Type A driver with rabies. He is zeroing in on his home base, CosaNostra Pizza #3569, cranking up the left lane of CSV-5 at a hundred and twenty kilometers. His car is an invisible black lozenge, just a dark place that reflects the tunnel of franchise signs -- the loglo. A row of orange lights burbles and churns across the front, where the grille would be if this were an air-breathing car. The orange light looks like a gasoline fire. It comes in through people's rear windows, bounces off their rearview mirrors, projects a fiery mask across their eyes, reaches into their subconscious, and unearths terrible fears of being pinned, fully conscious, under a detonating gas tank, makes them want to pull over and let the Deliverator overtake them in his black chariot of pepperoni fire. |
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