IAC Greetings From BeautifulDowntownBurbank
Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 9:52 pm
Burbank! Old stomping grounds. Just a few miles from where I rebuilt the Road Warrior's 100,000 mile engine in a parking lot cuz I thought it would be a good idea.
Second visit to tommu and his gorgeous yellow Karmann Ghia:
Although Itinerant Time may seem like .. .. .. :
.. .. .. I was but ten minutes late, in good ol' LA monday morning commuter traffic, no less.
Today's project was to, well, I will let the pictures tell the tale:
What you didn't see was the lightened flywheel we removed, the hideously imbalanced lightened flywheel. We reduced the endplay by a .001" or so, and installed a good solid serious proper inertial mass stock 13 lb flywheel and pressure plate, balanced at Rimco was it? and we installed a new front seal and graphite o-ring. Engine is much smoother now. As it should be. As it once was. As always, a pleasure to chat with tommu and enjoy his outstanding coffee.
Drove to a McDonalds with electrical outlets and was prepared to be a properly pissed-off old poot at the damn noise spewing out of the ceiling speakers, but it was actually a brilliant playlist of favorite 80's that I remember from when I lived in LA during the 80s. Camped at a park. Me? I didn't even know it existed, off Woodley and Burbank Boulevards, utilizing the flood control engineering by promising to wash us park denizens away whilst saving the ugly apartment complexes surrounding it. No rain, good crickets, utter peace and quiet, no lights! perfect. Was shaving in my shockingly indifferent attire in the morning, happily enjoying the privacy of this oasis in San Fernando Valley when I saw heads, four of them, glide up behind the car and stop. Oh. A golf course. I was the shocking scene just over the fence at the fourth hole.
Drove to Tarzana, my biennial pilgrimmage to the fancy neighborhood of the country. Worked on lovine's '79 with lovine. His beloved did not help us under the car this year. She had created other commitments since my last visit:
It was a day of taming an errant AFM, adjusting a stop plate, making an engine/transaxle position adjustment, forcing lovine to zero in and focus intently on the seating of heater pipes and valves, and driving around the neighborhood and the famous Hollywood Freeway whilst checking air/fuel ratios and CHTs. I like these guys:
Back at the Agua Dulce campsite, so peaceful and quiet and no golf course. Checking rear brakes in the morning and diving into the LA scrum for a visit to Wolfsburg West and maybe Satchmo>
Colin
Second visit to tommu and his gorgeous yellow Karmann Ghia:
Although Itinerant Time may seem like .. .. .. :
.. .. .. I was but ten minutes late, in good ol' LA monday morning commuter traffic, no less.
Today's project was to, well, I will let the pictures tell the tale:
What you didn't see was the lightened flywheel we removed, the hideously imbalanced lightened flywheel. We reduced the endplay by a .001" or so, and installed a good solid serious proper inertial mass stock 13 lb flywheel and pressure plate, balanced at Rimco was it? and we installed a new front seal and graphite o-ring. Engine is much smoother now. As it should be. As it once was. As always, a pleasure to chat with tommu and enjoy his outstanding coffee.
Drove to a McDonalds with electrical outlets and was prepared to be a properly pissed-off old poot at the damn noise spewing out of the ceiling speakers, but it was actually a brilliant playlist of favorite 80's that I remember from when I lived in LA during the 80s. Camped at a park. Me? I didn't even know it existed, off Woodley and Burbank Boulevards, utilizing the flood control engineering by promising to wash us park denizens away whilst saving the ugly apartment complexes surrounding it. No rain, good crickets, utter peace and quiet, no lights! perfect. Was shaving in my shockingly indifferent attire in the morning, happily enjoying the privacy of this oasis in San Fernando Valley when I saw heads, four of them, glide up behind the car and stop. Oh. A golf course. I was the shocking scene just over the fence at the fourth hole.
Drove to Tarzana, my biennial pilgrimmage to the fancy neighborhood of the country. Worked on lovine's '79 with lovine. His beloved did not help us under the car this year. She had created other commitments since my last visit:
It was a day of taming an errant AFM, adjusting a stop plate, making an engine/transaxle position adjustment, forcing lovine to zero in and focus intently on the seating of heater pipes and valves, and driving around the neighborhood and the famous Hollywood Freeway whilst checking air/fuel ratios and CHTs. I like these guys:
Back at the Agua Dulce campsite, so peaceful and quiet and no golf course. Checking rear brakes in the morning and diving into the LA scrum for a visit to Wolfsburg West and maybe Satchmo>
Colin