The Bonneville Report, at last.

Crapcans Invade Bonneville

By Mike Meier and Steve Ward.

Bonneville, where land speed records are made. Where the fastest machines on Earth show the

rest of us what can be done with a motor or two and any number of  wheels.

Bonneville, historic, sacred, and on the bucket list for 78.6 % of all males in the western world

and 0.003% of females, (totally made up numbers) the remaining 21.4% of males are not “real

men” and the remaining females, well, not racing, unfortunately.

And then there was Bonneville in 2012, tainted by the participation of two crapcans, one ChumpCar and one LeMons.

On September 13 one of the ugliest crapcans to ever run a race rolled onto the sacred salt of

Bonneville. A field-find and former circle track racer, it had run only one race in the Chump series and was held in disdain by all who looked upon her. It was actually five different cars poorly welded together to make one, and was at least that many different colors, with liberal chassis lightening achieved by years of rust. But under the wrinkled skin lay a purpose built 2085 cc turbocharged engine. True, it was built to “Chump Spec”, with an intake manifold made out of square tube, water injection made from a garden mister, and a Chinese Ebay turbo. Despite the homemade parts, it was a beast. Regardless of its inglorious racing pedigree, the car, dubbed Karmen Electra, was here to make history as "The World's Fastest Chump"!

At 4 AM Utah time Team Tinyvette arrived with its 1969 field-find Compuware Corvette-themed Opel GT, further soiling the salt. Powered by a lightly warmed Opel motor that had received dual Weber side-drafts just the day before, it was also here to make history as "The World's Fastest LeMon"!

Whether coincidence or serendipity, two of the slower cars from the only two crapcan race series in North America showing up for the same event either marks the breaking out of crapcan racing

or the direction motor sports in general is taking. But that’s trivia for ESPN or SpeedTV to jaw

on about. The Ghia had just completed a 118.2 mph run and the Tinyvette, on its first run, turned in a 117.7. This was going to be a battle of Chump versus LeMons.

With Saturday's runs in the bag Sunday would settle things once and for all. Chump or LeMons?

Karmen left the line sputtering and coughing after idling a bit too long, then caught its stride and took off, but not before two track stewards ran about 40 feet down track to pick up whatever part had just fallen off the car. Apparently it was not essential. Additional chassis lightening, perhaps.

A few minutes later the Tinyvette takes off, wheels spinning a bit too eagerly, but otherwise a

good start. 6000 rpm, shift. 6000 rpm, shift. 6000 again and the Tinyvette was in 4th at about the

half mile mark. Hold that throttle down and let her just fly. Watch the gauges. All good. A/F at

12.9/13.0 and steady. Good. Turn off the fan to gain another 1/4 hp. Futile. Two miles. Hold it

from “2-to-Q” for the speed trap, then lift and slow for the turn-around that is a generous 3/4

miles ahead. The Tinyvette turned in a 117.2 mph. Everyone was slower on Sunday, and while

that result was not bad, it was not winning.

Back in line and comparing notes, a critical discovery was made. Karmen Electra was running in

the 130 MPH Club event, a standing 1 mile attempt to reach 130 mph. The Tinyvette was in the

150 MPH Club event, a standing 2 mile attempt to reach 150 mph. Karmen was doing in 1 mile

what the Tinyvette was trying to do in 2. The competition was over. Chump had won.

The day was not done, however. Both teams had more runs ahead of them and Karmen Electra

had a real chance of getting into the 130 MPH Club. The Tinyvette had no chance of getting into

the 150 MPH Club. It was running in that event because two miles sounded like more fun than

one and with LeMons-mandated safety it easily passed tech for that event. Chump cars would undoubtedly be able to qualify for the 150 mph event. Most street cars would qualify for the 130

mph event.

With the Chump crew trying to find the tune, Karmen Electra eventually ran 122.2 before using up its allotted 6 runs. Every attempt had some minor glitch that kept the goal of 130 mph just out of reach. Spinning tires too much, bogging the engine at the start, too rich, then too lean. Getting to 130 mph in one mile in a street car or crapcan is more difficult than it sounds, plus at Bonneville one has the altitude and the rolling resistance of the salt to deal with.

The Tinyvette went on to blow up in its third run. The pretty little thing started losing power at

about the 1 mile mark and finished with a 76.8 mph run. Smoking a bit and sputtering on acceleration it made it back to the staging area and then back to its pits. The engine was puffing smoke out the valve cover and when trying to drive the car onto the trailer it shot the dip stick out. The electrode on the spark plug was gone, melted, and Team Tinyvette was pretty sure they were going home with a porous piston.

Karmen Electra, representing ChumpCar World Series, had won this one, but more importantly they went home with the honor of being the “World’s Forever First and Currently Fastest Chump” and having beat LeMons in this impromptu inaugural crapcan competition. Team Tinyvette, representing the 24 Hours of LeMons, was going home knowing it was the “World’s Forever First and Currently Fastest LeMon”, and consoles itself with the knowledge that its title sounds better than Chump’s.

"The World of Speed" at Bonneville is a grand grassroots event. It's more laid back than August’s "Speed Week" and it includes the novelty events that open up the salt to regular folk and irregular crapcans. It does have a very serious land speed record section, however, and if you have never heard the Doppler shift of a 400 mph car streaking by, you need to. Your life is not complete.

Most of all, some of the friendliest and most helpful people in the world (Team Tinyvette had to

borrow arm restraints and a spark plug.) bring the world’s most impressive home built toys to see

if they can get their car into the history books, or at least a few autobiographies. Chump and

LeMons cars, with minor modifications, would pass tech for the 130 MPH Club event and add a

window net or arm restraints and the 150 MPH Club opportunity could be yours. To learn about The World of Speed go to http://www.saltflats.com/.

Bonneville

One of our runs from Bonneville this weekend.

"We should get something easy to park and tow it behind the motorhome." "Good idea, how about a crew cab dually?"

A new feature on Wards Way. It's called WTF, you know what that means. Sometimes it will have an explanation,sometimes not. Here's one from my morning commute.

E-Books

I made my first short story E-books, this one: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/170120 costs $.99, this one: when-your-dog-is-a-bird, is free. Please make some comments at the respective sites. I need the motivation to help me finish my numerous stories in progress. Thanks.

Our First Chumpcar Race

For the backstory, look at previous blog entries. 

Our attempt to go Chumpcar racing has been 2 years in the making, only because of the lack of interest in people joining the team. Troy and I have been the only ones involved, despite lots of people saying they want to do it. My friend Hank, who runs a race car shop, and is a founding member of the"squirrels of fury" racing team, was asking for drivers. I told him I could provide 2 drivers, but we had to use my car. After a little discussion with the rest of the team, they decided that would work. That left Troy and I only 2 weeks to finish all the work on the car. We had driven it at an autocross, but never worked on it after that. We also had to order a bunch of parts, tires, lights, etc., but one big event had to happen first. Hank said the first thing to do was to put the car on the chassis dyno and run it wide open for 1/2 an hour. That was my first clue that they might not have much confidence in my car. Since they race water cooled VW’s, I foolishly thought they would have some experience with air cooled cars, turns out that was not the case. When the car put out 86 H.P., and 120 ft. lbs. of torque, they were just shocked. I would have thought by now that every Gearhead knew the potential of an old VW. I realized then that despite every Camaro and Mustang driver having his doors blown off by a bug at some point, they never repeat those stories to their buddies, so the myth continues. With the Ghia only weighing 1700 lbs., the power to weight was pretty good.

Unloading the car

 We got to the track on Friday for tech. Hank wasn’t there to hold my hand, so we got in line anyway. The whole idea of tech just makes me incredibly nervous because it’s always so arbitrary. Sure enough, the tech guy says he doesn’t like my fuel cell. I tell him I bought that specific cell because there is a page in the rule book that says “these and only these are the fuel cells we will accept.” He says “It doesn’t have an SFI sticker.” Same thing they said about my Nomex underwear. But it does say 100% Nomex, and it’s from a name brand manufacturer. My stomach is in knots, and I just want to start screaming at the guy, but I’m cool, I say nothing. The tech guy says “this engine looks awfully clean?” I tell him you can’t buy a 50 year old used bug engine anymore. They don’t like the bumper/nerf bars thing I built for the front. I explain that without it, a 3 mph impact will push the nose all the way into the fuel cell. Does it seem likely the lightest car in the field is going to push other cars?

We finally get through tech, and I kid you not, they wrote in the logbook that my car is “Vintage Scrap”.

So that’s done, and now we are officially in the race for Saturday.

Sunrise over the Mothership

We arrive early Saturday morning and do some last minute stuff, it’s freezing ass cold and it looks like it could rain any minute. Troy insisted we get windshield wipers installed and working, and right now that seems like a genius idea. There is a Squirrel drivers meeting, and then an overall Chumpcar drivers meeting, and it’s time to get in the car.

I’ve never worn a HANS device before so there is some struggle with getting that on, and once in the car it’s freaking me out that I can’t seem to move my head or even find a place for my head to be. I am 6’ 4”, and 250 lbs, so a Ghia has about as much room as coffin for me. I try not to think about that mental image. 

I am sitting in line waiting to go out, and I’m so nervous I just want to get out and run away. We finally get going, full course yellow, and everything is good. The only way to know when the race is on is when there are no yellows, so I’m watching the flags. I warm up the tires a little, and the brakes, and we’re off.

Within 3-4 laps, I am completely comfortable. I struggle a little to see hard left, but the double Volvo mirrors work great. Out of nowhere, the Formula Roadster shoots by me. Scares the crap out of me, I realize I need to watch the mirrors better. The car is excellent in the corners, the brakes are amazing, and I’m really not giving up much on the straights. There are 4 or 5 cars so much faster that I just point them by when I see them coming, and a handful that I am passing like the fast ones do me. But the fun part is the cars that are barely slower than me. I catch up to them, watch them like a predator with prey, and then I find a good place to get by. I made several classic out braking, stealing the inside line passes. Awesome. 

The highlight of my drive is when my buddies’ car, a 240z, comes out of the pits and onto the straight right next to me. He is faster down the straight, as you would expect, but not by a lot. We go through turn 1 side by side at about 90-100, we are approaching turn 2, which is about 40-50 mph. I watch his brake lights, and I do not lift off the throttle until after I see them. I shoot past, go into turn 2, and do my best to make sure he has no good chance to pass me back. He is not amused, and is right on my ass all the way around the back half of the track. Once we get back the main straight, I wave him by and slow down a hair. Awesome. 

Karmann on Track

I learn a lesson a little later, fortunately without disaster. Going down the straight, I see some friends of mine coming up. I wave them by, but the guy doesn’t go by. I wave again. I keep looking in the mirror, and then I look forward to see that I am way past the braking point for turn 2. I nail the brake pedal and the car is sliding all over. Somehow, I stay on the pavement and I don’t seem to have flat spotted the tires or anything. We have a clock on the dash, so I’m checking that to know when my 2 hour stint is up. The problem is, having never driven the car before, we have no idea when it will run out of gas. I had what I thought was a great idea when I installed the fuel cell. It ended up being tipped a little towards the rear, but instead of putting the pickup at the rear, I put it in the front, the high end. My thinking was that it would run out when you are on the throttle, and when you let off, the fuel would slosh forward and the pump would pick it up. It worked perfectly. There was a little bobble as I came onto the back straight when I still had 10 minutes left in my stint. I put it in fourth and cruise all the way to the pits.

I jump out, the guys put 10-1/2 gallons of gas in the car, and the next driver (Kyle) goes out. My girlfriend has downloaded a live timing app for her phone, and tells me Kyle is faster than me. That’s OK, I came in 3 spots up from where I started, kept the car on the track, and didn’t wear it out. His stint goes by without incident, and he comes in right at about 1:40. Kyle says he loves my little car, and tells me that he can outbrake almost everybody.

Dave goes out, and he is even faster than Kyle! People are coming over and saying how they can’t believe how fast the Ghia is. I am so smug. That will show all the non-believers!

Dave comes in at the end of his stint, and we send Troy out. The engine is jerking up and down and I can tell immediately it’s the front transmission mount.  He makes 1 lap, and comes back in complaining that the throttle sticks. We jack up the car and I see that that I never installed an aftermarket trans strap. What the hell? I am an idiot. 

I announce that we are done because the throttle control will be too compromised to be able to drive the car. Hank says “we’ll just strap it down.” Why do I get the feeling he’s done this before? He grabs a cargo strap, ratchets it around the tranny, and declares the car good to go. While he is working on that, I am trying to get the throttle cable back onto the pedal. Somehow, it’s all bent to hell and unhooked, which is why Troy came in at an idle. Troy gets in again and takes off, we have to push him because the car shakes so bad when he lets out the clutch. Troy is putting in really slow lap times, but he stays out the whole 1:40, we have no communications, so we’re all wondering what’s going on. When he comes in, he announces the car is running on 3 cylinders. It’s my turn to drive again, so those guys fiddle with the car while I get belted in. They tell me I’m good to go, so I take off. The car is still running on 3, the shifter is moving around in my hand. The other cars are going by so fast, I am just a hazard. This is not any fun at all. I go right back to the pits. I tell Troy I have no interest in driving the car anymore, does anyone else want to drive? He says he will drive again since he is the only one suited up. I start helping to diagnose the problem and we finally notice the linkage has fallen off the right Kadron! It wasn’t running on 3, it was running on 2!

Now Troy is running some decent lap times. This might just work out after all! He puts in a full stint, and comes in for gas. We put Jay in the car, jack it up and tighten the cargo strap. We decide that will be standard procedure now. Somewhere around this time we swap the rear tires side to side since the right one is pretty worn. His stint goes without any problems, and things are looking good. Other teams are having fatal problems, and each one gives us a better chance of a decent finish. Kyle gets back in and takes off. We still have to push the car from a dead stop, and we have an arrangement with the guy who checks the timer as you get back on track, he lets the car through without stopping and one of us takes him the timer.

Kyle is only out an hour when he comes back in. The car is making a horrible racket, and smoking oil pretty bad. A big chunk of the exhaust is missing, but worse than that, a pushrod has broken and punched right through the pushrod tube. That’s where the oil was coming from. We are truly done for this time. That’s OK, it’s almost dark, we had a good run. Hank looks at me and says ”you brought a spare engine”, and then just walks away. Son of a bitch! Alright, I’ll change engines. Troy and I get to work, we have it done in 10 or 15 minutes, but it won’t start. We start changing wires around, then put in the distributor from the old motor, finally I think to check for fuel. It has fuel coming to the carb, it’s just a stuck float valve. We smack it a couple times, and it’s good to go. Kyle goes out for another hour or so.

Troy is going to take my turn as the last driver for me because I’m just too tired. The problem is, there is a full 2 hours left in the race, and we know the car can only go 1:40 or so. We wait and watch the cars go around. About 20 til midnight I realize the engine we put in the car gets really good gas mileage, so maybe he can go the distance! The poor little Ghia is so slow now I see it get passed 2 or 3 times every time they come around. But every few laps means we finish ahead of some team who isn’t out making laps. Finally they throw the checkered and we are done. 

16^th out of 24. Not much to brag about, but we finished. The car ran way better than anybody expected, and that was fun. I learned a lot about road racing, and endurance racing in particular.  

I learned that “Idiot Proofing” is even harder than I thought, because everybody becomes an idiot when the race is on. We should have diagnosed our problems in a fraction of the time it took. I learned that the car is neither fast or reliable, but it’s really fun to drive. I confirmed I am more of a race engineer than driver, and that I only like driving in the twisty parts, both things I already knew. The one thing I wanted to determine was whether I wanted to take up road racing, and the sad thing is, I’m still not sure.

100 things to eat before you die.

Here's the list, the items in red are in my book. Green means I have tasted it.

1. Abalone
2. Absinthe

3. Alligator

4. Baba Ghanoush
5. Bagel and Lox

6. Baklava

7. Barbecue Ribs
8. Bellini

9. Bird’s Nest Soup

10. Biscuits and Gravy
11. Black Pudding

12. Black Truffle

13. Borscht
14. Calamari

15. Carp

16. Caviar
17. Cheese Fondue

18. Chicken and Waffles

19. Chicken Tikka Masala
20. Chile Relleno

21. Chitlins

22. Churros

23. Clam Chowder

24. Cognac

25. Crab Cakes

26. Crickets

27. Currywurst

28. Dandelion Wine

29. Dulce De Leche

30. Durian

31. Eel

32. Eggs Benedict

33. Fish Tacos

34. Foie Gras

35. Fresh Spring Rolls

36. Fried Catfish

37. Fried Green Tomatoes

38. Fried Plantain

39. Frito Pie

40. Frogs’ Legs

41. Fugu

42. Funnel Cake

43. Gazpacho

44. Goat

45. Goat’s Milk

46. Goulash

47. Gumbo

48. Haggis

49. Head Cheese

50. Heirloom Tomatoes

51. Honeycomb

52. Hostess Fruit Pie

53. Huevos Rancheros

54. Jerk Chicken

55. Kangaroo

56. Key Lime Pie

57. Kobe Beef

58. Lassi

59. Lobster

60. Mimosa

61. Moon Pie

62. Morel Mushrooms

63. Nettle Tea

64. Octopus

65. Oxtail Soup

66. Paella

67. Paneer

68. Pastrami on Rye

69. Pavlova

70. Phaal

71. Philly Cheesesteak

72. Pho

73. Pineapple and Cottage Cheese

74. Pistachio Ice Cream

75. Po’ Boy

76. Pocky

77. Polenta

78. Prickly Pear

79. Rabbit Stew

80. Raw Oysters

81. Root Beer Float

82. S’mores

83. Sauerkraut

84. Sea Urchin

85. Shark

86. Snail

87. Snake

88. Soft Shell Crab

89. Som Tam

90. Spaetzle

91. Spam

92. Squirrel

93. Steak Tartare

94. Sweet Potato Fries

95. Sweetbreads

96. Tom Yum

97. Umeboshi

98. Venison

99. Wasabi Peas

100. Zucchini Flowers

I better get busy.

This gives me a pain in my chest!

And now for the good news

The original key is still there.

Look at this cool little screen inside the gas filler. 

All the electrical stuff under the tank looks good.

The battery box is the only place that's not rusty.

Check out the cool VIN plate.

Bridgestone 350 GTR Buyers Remorse

So, I guess I didn't have enough projects while having too much money and time, so I went and bought a cool old classic motorcycle. The only problem is, it's a total piece of crap. I am not optimistic this thing will ever run down the road again. The really interesting part of this adventure is trying to figure out WTF happened to this machine for it to end up in this condition.
The guy I bought it from was cool, and he has a little motorcycle museum, I will make a separate post about that.


But whoever the owner before was... there is quite a mystery going on.



2300 miles, this bike should be just like new, right?





So why does it have this big crease in the front fender? It looks like it was bent over double, but the fender stays are perfect.

 Once we got it home, I told Randy that
I wanted to spray all the bolts with PB Blaster and let it sit for a while before even trying to remove any fasteners. But... we both started trying to figure out why things were already loose or missing, and the next thing you know:










Now, in our defense, it turned out that the damned cylinder head was not even bolted on, the nuts were all finger tight. There is just a lot of stuff that doesn't make sense, and we couldn't help ourselves.
The front brake connector bar is broken, how can that happen?
All of the parts for the rear brake are gone, the pedal, the cable, the torque rod, and the wheel is installed upside down. WTF?

Outa here

I'm so annoyed with the whole "Chumpcar that no one wants to drive", I thought about smashing it with a hammer the other day. So I figured I better let Troy keep it at his place. My last Karmann Ghia, I tried to sell at the Bugfair, and I told everyone if it wasn't sold by noon, I would let people smash it with a hammer for $1 a whack. Some of the folks there were really pissed at me about it. Not so much that they simply bought the car from me to prevent it, though. I made $57 letting people smash it, if I remember right.

  We have decided we will take it to Bonneville this September with a turbo motor. I have most of the parts to do that laying around, so that will be fun.

Rejection

I noticed I haven't posted for a while, and noticed I haven't posted about the book for quite a while.

I decided to try going mainstream by sending letters off to literary agents. I am happy to report that I got some rejections in the mail today. Let me explain that statement. I sent some query letters by e-mail, and some by snail mail. The people who wanted snail mail said to include a SASE, so I did. But, because I never got any back, I was starting to wonder if I didn't understand the whole thing. It's all good, I got several today, as well as an e-mail from someone who was interested.

The whole rejection thing is very interesting, most of the letters/e-mails are polite, but some of them are really very well written. I would like the good writers to be my agent, because I look for an extraordinary response just like they look for an extraordinary query letter.
About 1/3 of the agents from "Big Book of Agents" did not meet MY minimum qualifications, such as a functional website, or a proper e-mail address. Look Mr. Agent, I own my own domain name, why do you get your mail at Hotmail? I think not. Some of them had websites that were expired. Seriously? Why would I trust you, then.

It's too soon to tell what the future holds, what's awesome is that I have nothing to lose, I can always continue to sell my book myself.

Wheels and more wheels

I am excited to have my first thing built on a water jet cutter. I needed a special trigger wheel for my Subaru/DTA combination and couldn't find what I needed. I went to see my friend Eric, and he made me a whole pile of them.

Aint they pretty?

More Buggy Stuff

The basic layout of the intake and exhaust
system is done.









I still need to build a balance tube between the two sides, and my plan is to plumb all the sensors into that. Boost gauge, MAP sensor, and a blow off valve.

 I am probably going to have to change the exhaust (after turbo) to go to the outside of the before turbo pipes. I wanted it compact, but it's too close to the valve cover and timing belt cover. You see that black tube on the left that goes from the transmission mount up to the cage? It took me 4 hours to redesign those 2 tubes to clear the new engine, and associated plumbing.

Not easy to see in the photo, but the oil pan has been shortened to where it is just above the bumper tubes.

The welding on the bottom is a sump for the pickup tube, which also had to be shortened. I borrowed some play dough from a mom at work and checked the clearance between the 2, just right! I still have some square tube to weld to both sides yet, to add capacity.

To give you an idea of how small those turbos are, the flange adapter I made is the size of a standard bug intake manifold.








This picture doesn't do it justice, but the TIG welding my buddy Joe did on the stainless exhaust is really nice. The way the 2 primaries merge together is a thing of beauty.

Pay no attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

In a discussion involving Internet Presence, I realized I had more than one identity. I have never cared much whether people could find me, know who I was, or for that matter what they thought of me. So now you all know, here's my picture, whether you know me as "onebadbug", Steve Ward, E. Normus Johnson, or just the author of The Gearheads Cookbook.

Devil Dog

This stuff is hard core. It is to normal beer what Salma Hayek is to Roseanne Barr.
I don't now how to describe it, major hop flavor, there are 4 different kinds! It's only flaw might be that it needs to saved for special occasions, it's just too much ... everything. I love it, I give it a 9.

Then I got some Rocket Dog, also from Laughing Dog Brewery. It's made out of Rye. What the hell is Rye anyway? In old time westerns they say "give me a shot of Rye." I love Rye bread, but I am sorry to say I don't like Rye beer. I can only give this a 5, but I feel bad about it. Not for me, but give it a try. I want L.D. to stay in business for a long time.

 for a

Buggy Progress

Not much to show for all the time I've spent. There's a lot of little parts to make, like these turbo water supply lines. Now they need to be beadblasted and painted.











These turbo drain fittings took a while, I spot faced a recess into the center to prevent oil from pooling up in there. Those kind of details won't really be noticed but anyone but me, but it's part of my mental health therapy.

It's been very time consuming collecting parts since parts people no longer know anything about cars. If you can't tell them make, model, year you are screwed. Big shout to my buddy Randy, who is about my only resource smart enough to understand why I would want a turbo Camaro MAP sensor for a Subaru.







Here's an example. I got so tired of trying to find the turbo outlet gaskets, I just made my own out of solid copper sheet.

Back to the Future Buggy

The lack of recent posts is because all my effort lately has been going into my dune buggy project. Here's a pic from the old days.

 I've had this car some 20 years, and it's why I got started autocrossing. I just wanted a place to drive it, and it was not yet street legal. However, once I started racing it, my priorities changed, and all I did was make it faster on course. At one point, I was the fastest car of the day, but then it was time to build the A-Mod. That's another story. About 5 years ago, some dumbass backed into the buggy and that put it into the back of the shop. I started to rebuild it a year or so later, but then got busy with other things. It has taken me quite a while to even remember where I left off.

By the way, that spoiler looking thing on the front was only partially for aerodynamic purposes, mostly it hid a 40 pound chunk of steel cantilevered as far forward as possible. The buggy had enough power that turning and accelerating could not be done at the same time!

I aquired a Subaru EJ22 from a friend, and decided that's what would power the buggy. But then, after I ran Bonneville, I had this little turbo left over, so I figured I would just buy another one, and make it twin turbo.

Isn't it cute?

This little turbo can only make 90 to 100 HP, but there's 2. The engine stock is 140. Obviously, I am not trying for max power, I just think it's cool. That philosophy is being applied to the whole project, and I am fabricating things just because I can, or just for the hell of it. Here's a little mount I made to support the front fenders, it uses a Rabbit radiator mount for flexibility.

The engine has so few miles that this paper label never came off the cylinder head.











Everything is solid mounted, so I made engine mounts that attach to the rear bumper. A double bolted connection is not the best way to do it, but was neccesary to allow the bumper to go on and off. The oil filter just touches the cage, so I will have to find something smaller.

Here's the bracket to mount the Geo Metro alternator.

I wanted a ball joint front end and the chassis is a 58, so I welded the entire fram head from a later car on. I was missing one of the brake hose brackets after that, so Here's one from square tube. That stuff is easy to make things from. The aluminum thing you see behind it is a square box with a cover plate where I ran SS fuel lines, and the main battery cable through the tunnel.

Here's the last picture for this post. You are wondering how there can be any way that huge radiator can go into that little car? You will have to wait and see!