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Just putting this out there since you want a bit of an interior upgrade... 944 series 2 interior should fit...
When time comes, desperation will be the answer. Might do that as a result.
Those of you reading and enjoying it, I’m yours.
Those of you reading and ****** it, its ok, we are selfish individuals; we can **** stuff we don’t particularly understand.
INTERIOR COMEBACK
After failing to remove driver’s seat, and refusing to call it a day to make a tool shopping run I turned to other area.
There are many types of car owners, I have not dug into paperwork to count how many times this car changed hands but I am sure that at some point it was owned by:
A – A self-claimed electric expert
B – Someone which was friends with a self-claimed electric expert
C – An Innocent victim of a self-claimed electric expert.
You see a pattern that repeated from the engine repairs of Dr. Frank, maybe he was a mechanic and an electric expert.
Now, I might be biting my own tongue here because I have not found a picture of the connector but I don’t think this is OEM.
The tape is classic, won’t even go there. I understand he wants to fix his power windows, dying of heat stroke is not something everyone want as a life experience. What came next was shocking.
I knew this stuff existed, I have seen the “worst fabrication threads” in many forums, (there is a very special one in Honda-Tech if you are into that type of porn) I always wonder what the fabricator thought when he stepped back and looked at his work.
This is the time where most people would say that his 5 year old son could have done better.
I differ; I think that a 5 year old without supervision and actual knowledge of what he has to do would do more or less the same thing, this isn’t Hollywood.
So that means the car was repaired by an infant or the guy that repaired it didn´t have the proper tools to cut metal so he brought a goat to chew it out.
After being mesmerized and thinking why was God punishing me since I’m the nicest guy ever, I remember that ONE time I stole a drink from a grocery store back in 7th grade, it haunts me, sometimes I go by the shop and think about looking for the owner to tell him how sorry I am.
Rest of the interior went quicker, a lot of hidden bolts that made me scratch rethink my life and why the hell isn’t this coming out. After breaking it to pieces I find that little bolt, still laughing at me.
I had two piles of bolts. The nice bolts that went out easy and the bitch bolts which I am still thinking how to punish.
I don’t know how to call the interior parts that begin from the B pillar to the back but they were glued and inside the window sealer, another mesmerizing moment because they looked in very good condition and they had red paint under so they were removed at some point, maybe those were not the original panels.
I stopped pulling the glued parts, every time I pulled it showered me with pixie dust, It smelled like Ebola so I got scared.
Dash was super easy to remove, after many years of self-proclaimed mechanics and electrics working on it. It had only 2 bolts left from the 500 it appeared to have as a new vehicle.
HVAC was another story, a very hot one, but no so cool to tell it. Get it? Ahew, ahew.
Car harnesses are beautifully engineered; I had a drag car, it was a 2000 Camaro. It ran 12.4 @9600ft DA, put that in a corrector if you think is bad. It did it with a stock internals LS1. It was all done just removing weight from it, including parts of the wiring that I removed like airbags/stereo/abs, etc. One day I had a revelation, what If I make a lighter more compact harness without the mess of the BCM and extra crap, so I cut all the harness out of the car. After sitting for 3 years because I was lacking the commitment to start that GREAT idea, I bought the 2010, so it sat another 2 years till I sold it to buy my now wife a ring. So don’t do it. NEVER.
And here we are again.
I don’t know where I gathered that “it will be easy” attitude again because I didn´t even hesitated if I should keep it; I just went all in with the pliers.
You can see where I YOLOed the fusebox with some fine butchery.
I take many pictures, some of them don’t even make it out of the SD card, and others don’t leave Lightroom. All the rest gets exported and has a 98% of being posted.
The next picture doesn’t add anything, doesn’t tell anything, should not make it out of LR on its best chance but in my mind I found it funny.
I don’t know if I have a retarded mind or something but when I saw it, I looked at the trans tunnel by the firewall and saw an elephant face being covered by its ears (the carpet pieces). If you can’t see it is because you must be seeing the other thing.
A man just out of the shower putting on the shower towel with the hardest of hardons ever, just look at that shaft pointing to the sky, must have been remembering his first blowjob. It happens.
Ehhh.
This is the end of that day, I pulled everything I could that didn’t need special care, you can see the driver seat there, that thing… that thing will deserve its own chapter if I ever remove it.
All the interior pieces that will find new home on the rabbit were taken to New Camaro Owner’s shop to be test fitted.
The rest is trash, covering the mitts and my brother’s vacuum cleaner. I told you it was a big bag.
I don’t know if I have a retarded mind or something but when I saw it, I looked at the trans tunnel by the firewall and saw an elephant face being covered by its ears (the carpet pieces). If you can’t see it is because you must be seeing the other thing.
A man just out of the shower putting on the shower towel with the hardest of hardons ever, just look at that shaft pointing to the sky, must have been remembering his first blowjob. It happens.
Ehhh.
The (2) funniest paragraphs I have ever read on the internet. No. Seriously.
By now I had many parts out of the engine bay like radiator, fans, condenser, etc. Yet the diffuser was still attached with witchcraft because I just could not find where the hell that thing was bolted off.
So I prepared myself.
For days.
It was time.
I have laid and crawled on this floor before, back in 2005 while working on my 2000 Camaro.
The scars on my back tingled as I remembered the pain and psychological trauma that floor left on me the last time our surfaces made contact.
It was time.
It was time to look for a huge piece of cardboard. Of course I didn’t have any.
Then, another revelation, I just became a man buying different brand tools, would that new 5” of dick could help me get over this?
Not at all, dressed up like a piñata and went for it after a little prayer.
Eating many pounds of dirt falling from many other places of the car while I was unbolting everything I finally removed the bumper and the diffuser, I also had to crawl in and out of the car for different size sockets and everything because Dr. F. that’s why, many “custom” brackets.
Yet my piñata costume was a success. I just wish I had thought about a piñata helmet too. You know… power ranger protection. I kept putting my hair in odd places full of spider webs and corn field left overs, this guy must have chased some F5 tornados.
I only have one rule; never put your hand where you can’t see.
I broke it many times while removing the bumper.
But there is one moment, which I still shiver about. Not only I didn’t watch my hand while I was reaching in, I even looked the other way completely, you know… to give you the extra inch your neck can give.
That was the moment when I felt the love of spiderman´s mutant father, not only my brain reacted pulling my hand immediately away from the place but he also made sure I would hit my elbow on the fender while doing so.
After feeling the rush of awkwardness of touching something nasty and a milisec later feeling intense reflective pain I quickly jumped and ran around the garage in circles while holding my hand like it was just chopped off, stomping my feet like a brat.
I welcomed the house of pain with a campfire.
After sobbing for a good 15 minutes while rubbing my elbow I resumed.
Every time I take a piece of the car, my respect for Dr. F. grows, not only he is a certified aluminum welder, a union electrician, and now… Composite specialist.
Sometimes you stand in awe by jobs that were done in a very “fuck it, it’s not mine” type of way, but this car is different; the jobs are bad in terms of finish quality, yet, very complicated to make.
I know I’m very sarcastic, but this is real.
The bumper was held by a bunch of brackets bolted in ways that took me hours to figure out how to just put a tool there. I mean, if you are a bad mechanic, you just half ass everything. This Dr. F. was not only a visionary, but also a very patient and thoughtful man, he just didn’t have the means to do a better looking job. I guess.
That was until I found this.
Hehe… Hehehe… Hexhaust Hanger.
Lifted the rear, removed a wheel, a spacer.
This picture would not have been posted if it wasn’t for the fact that the other side did not have a spacer.
Dr. F. Helper- Should we align the car?
Dr. F. Majesty - Naahhh, put a spacer on it.
Dr. F. Helper - But would not that be more expensive and time consuming.
Dr. F. Majesty - Spacer
Dr. F. Helper - But Dr F. we shou…
Dr. F. Majesty - Spacer Spacer Spacer Spacer Spacer
Dr. F. Helper - But
Dr. F. Majesty - SPACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER
Dr. F. Helper - Spacer it is
Dr. F. Majesty - Excellent idea.
That is one scenario. But now I must check if all the wheels have the same offsets.
Next time on this thread, I actually remove the engine.
Next time i find a piece occupied by a spider i'm taking your advice and burning it.
Also i am thoroughly impressed by Dr. F's use of spacer rather than alignment. Spending more money to do something his own way shows how much of a visionary he actually is.
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