Nice caterpillar eyebrows there cara
That thread
Joseph Cook
Christian Kelly
Bump
Thomas Scott
What's ur budget
Lincoln Flores
after days of checking forums i still cant find a definite solution to HID issues on the dodge caliber, there is an issue where aftermarket HID and LED headlight bulbs flicker/flash due to the canbus system in the car, wanting to get a HID kit but im not going to order a thing until i know a solution. anyone know anything about dodge canbus systems?
Isaac Hernandez
I am feeling like a r32 gtst would be the wiser choice over the gtr, for maintenance reasons and running costs etc. Am I right or wrong here? I will be tracking it, road racing, etc but nothing professional tier. I was also thinking about getting a FD rx7 and making it exactly like the video below. Idk what to do now, it's so hard picking a car, Only thing wrong with the FD is that it's cramped compared to the gtst, gtst idk how they handle the touge since everyone uses them for skids/drifting
Jonathan Martinez
I'm scared to replace the front suspension struts in my car because if they fail it'll be bad. Every other thing I've done, if I install it incorrectly, it just mean the car won't start. I know I have to do it, since the current front ones are worn to nothing, but I'm scared that I'll fuck up and install them incorrectly.
Nicholas Miller
So I'm half drunk and I'm only going to get drunker, and I don't really have anyone to hang out with tonight, so this might get kind of long. Don't really care if anyone reads it, but I need to vent anyway.
4 years ago, I met a woman. I'll abridge the ensuing shitstorm to this: it very well, and then it didn't, and then it started going again, and then it went very well, and we haven't spoken since. Details aren't terribly important for this context, and if I try to elaborate, we'd end up hitting bump limit and it still wouldn't be complete. I promise that this starts being about motorsports soon.
Suffice it to say that I was pretty much shattered. I almost lost my job, and I had to break the lease on my apartment because sleeping in a place that reminded me of this woman gave me nightmares. Actual nightmares. There came a point where I was so desperate to feel something other than grief again that, for some reason that I still don't know, I decided to take an MSF course. I got my motorcycle license, and the instructors (and a couple of the students) remarked that I was unusually talented. I hadn't intended on it at the time, but about two weeks later, I financed a new CBR600RR. This was both the best and worst decision that I have ever made.
Learning how to beat that thing up, have it fight back, and how to keep control of it not with force or brutality, but with finesse, changed me deeply. I learned that cooperating with something while still giving it manipulative input got you far further than just smashing shit until it did what you wanted. It taught me weight transfer, the effects of momentary inertia, and torque. I rode that thing for 4 hours a day at minimum. I learned that strength is useless without control and finesse. I also learned that the way to acknowledge your vulnerability is not to run or hide from it, but to guard yourself against its effects. You wear your fucking gear.
>contd
Elijah Miller
18 October, 2016 the paramedics told me to remember the day that I should have died. I was going about 50 through a green light and someone thought it wise to turn left from the middle lane without any kind of signal. Granted, I could have been more defensive and not passed slow-moving cars at that high of a speed, but this isn't important anymore. The bike bounced off of the car's fender and impacted a traffic light post side-on. It was clear that it was a total loss. I rolled 6 or 7 times, and then hit a curb with my ribcage. I cracked 2 ribs from that impact and broke a couple of bones in my foot from when I hit the car. The back of my helmet was completely destroyed. If I had not been wearing it, I would have broken my skull and likely my neck, and I would have died.
I'll never forget Ubering home from the hospital with all of my bloody motorcycle gear, and having to call my parents and tell them that their little boy just nearly got himself killed. It took about 8 weeks before I could walk without crutches. I still wear the boot that has a bloodstain right where my missing toenail was.
To this day I want to ride again, but I knew this would only happen again. With the insurance check from the crash, I bought a very early E30 that was pretty much on the way to the scrap yard because it was so fucked up. No service history, """custom""" modifications, and tires with cracking sidewalls. I spent months learning about Bosch fuel injection, how a 4-stroke works, and what happens when your alternator brushes wear out.
Well, I got pretty good at diagnosis, and I've assembled a pretty reasonable arsenal of tools. Gauges and sockets and pliers, all the shit you might need to figure out what's wrong with a pre-OBD car. I got it pretty much running right, but it never was perfect, and I never knew why. About 4 months ago, I decided it was time to take the plunge and convert to a full standalone ECU, and replace all of the aging wiring.
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Easton Davis
What should I be looking at to fix an irregular dead miss?
>new leads
>new plugs
>good distributor cap and rotor button
It was running fine 2 years ago when I parked it up, but it's running like a shit now
Jason Lopez
So I bought and soldered together an MS3 module. I went to a yard and found a trigger wheel and VR sensor that would fit, pulled out all of the wiring connectors that I would need, and I built my own wiring harness. I learned about electrics and what inductance is, the relationship between voltage, current, and resistance, and the importance of good grounding. And it works. It works well, even.
But some of the problems that were there before didn't go away. This ruled out any electrical or wiring problems. So I decided to run a compression test again. Two of my cylinders (of 6) were 40% lower than the others, and shot right back up to normal after I put a little oil into the cylinder. My rings were done. I checked my valve clearances, because it's a solid lifter design, and all of them were on the tight side of spec, but still spec. Everything else is ruled out. The engine is toasted.
So just this last weekend, I end up at a junkyard (again) with my toolbox, pulling an engine and transmission out of an otherwise-fine 1988 325. E30 fans will know the significance of the year 1988, which I didn't know until I saw the cylinder head casting serial number. 885. This was the famed Super Eta, that BMW only made in 1988, with the stroked crank and rods of the "fuel efficient" M20B27 Eta engine, and the wide intake ports of the M20B25. The pistons in the Super Eta allowed a compression ratio higher than any other E30 (save for the M3). I pulled that shit so hard that I think I pulled something myself.
So now, here this thing sits. Filthy and stinking in my second-floor studio apartment. With a transmission to match. I have no idea what its condition is. I don't have the means to move it around readily, and I surely don't have the means to swap it into my ailing car. I don't even have a garage. I sit here after my years-long journey, doubting myself. I think I'm finally in a position where I actually can't do this by myself. I need help, and I don't know how.