LMAO. True. But I was sick. Bad stomach. I kept the hand cleaner handy, and
frequently utilized the neighbor's son and his friends to watch my tools as I
ran in the house.
I don't know about you folks, but when I'm utilizing the facilities frequently
during a day, I'd much rather use my own bathroom.
I'm at work now, still sick. 12+ hour work days (almost every day) make for
little sleep and lowered immune system. Living in the City with it's super
clean air doesn't help.
Besides, they don't really care. With these kind of hours, they expect us to
have to take some downtime occationally. Burn out is not uncommon here. And
positions aren't filled easily. We've been trying to fill one for 2 months.
Mike
Wiedemeyer <boxweed@thebest.net> wrote:
> If someone in my office called in sick so that they could spend the day
working on their car, they'd be looking for a new job the next day!
Bob
>
>Woke up feeling sick, so I called into work and took the day off. About
>9ish, couldn't stay in house anymore. Maybe I'll feel better if I work on
>the Midget. That way I get some fresh air. Besides, I need to get it
>ready for inspection as I've been driving it for almost a month without
one.
>
>Now that I think about it, maybe I should put in the differential I wanted
>to put in this week. So I started about 9:30. Took me till 12 to swap out
>the 3.9 for the 3.7. Runs good, no noise, and a slightly noticeable
>difference. I'm very happy with it. Thanks Paul. And thanks to all who
>emailed me, especially Frank's play by play and tech tips. What a bastard
>getting the new one up and into the housing, though. Finally accomplished
>it from the rear facing forward. TO everyone, Frank's tip was to complete
>one side of the car (axle, gasket, drum, and wheel), and lower it to the
>ground so the axle rear axle is on a slant to one side. Then fill the
>diffy from the hole where the other axle should be. Check by removing the
>filler nut and stop when it overflows.
>
>Now came the inspection stuff. My dash lights work now, at least for the
>most part. I ordered the wrong bulbs, so need to reorder. And my
>aftermarket oil gauge light burnt out, so I need to get that. I installed
>my new Hazard light, and changed all the bulbs that go with the switches.
>
>I couldn't get the damn reverse lights to work though. Finally gave up and
>DPO'd it. Hooked them up to a green illuminated toggle switch so that when
>I go in reverse, all I have to do is hit the switch. I know I know, but it
>was getting dark and I only really care b/c it needs to work for
inspection.
>Then I fixed the radio, which was on the blink.
>
>All successful jobs with only 2 annoyances. I spilled the whole bucket of
>old diffy oil on my mother's concrete driveway (spent two hours cleaning it
>up). And kept losing all my stuff. At least until I looked up at the
right
>time and found my grandmother picking up my tools and parts and nuts and
>bolts and whatever else she could pick up and putting them in the garbage.
>She's old, what can I do.
>
>And now for the BEST part of the day. Went for a spin on the highway.
>60MPH at 3,400 RPM. Very acceptable. Got off the highway after two exits
>and decided to take the streets home (Brooklyn streets, btw. Not some
>country roads) About halfway there, I'm the first person at a light (one
>of many) and two kids in their early twenties pull up next to me (one lane
>each way) in their Toyota Camry with a muffler big enough that I could
>probably drive the Midget into it. You all know the type. Light turns
>green and they try and get in front of me, but have to cancel out b/c they
>waited too long and would have hit some parked cars. The next light comes
>up and once again I'm the first car. They pull up next to me, again. Only
>this time, there aren't any parked cars for the first 100 yards of the
next
>block. Do I smell a race? I'm thinking, I really should baby it, new
>engine and all. Then I think, I babied it for 600 miles, and I've taken
all
>I can take. I blip the throttle to let them know they're not getting in
>front of me. Light turns green. Stomp on gas and let up clutch. Tires
>squeal and car takes off. Guys in Camry take off too. Nose to nose. At
5K
>RPM I pop it into second and stomp on gas. Tires squeal again. At 5K
shift
>to third and look over. Camry is two cars behind. Heh heh. Eat that you
>bastards. May you skid out on my oil slick. Get to next light, Camry
>window rolls down; "Wow. That's one fast car. Where can I get one of
>those?" LMAO. I drove the rest of the way home with this BIG STUPID grin
>on my face and I've still got it plastered there. Now I've had my race for
>the year. I'm happy.
>
>Folks, the Midget flies. All those modifications really paid off. If I
>can squeal the tires (longer than just a chirp) in both 1st and 2nd with
the
>3.7, then I know there's a significant difference. I couldn't get even a
>chirp from the old engine with the 3.9. Yes, I tried. Set off countless
>alarms on that street, btw. I've decided I like the Monza.
>
>That was my day. I played hooky, worked on the car, accomplished a hellova
>lot on it, and tought some foolish guidos that they can't make a car fast
by
>installing a free flow muffler and an 8" high tail pipe. Can it
get
>any better than this?
>
>Graz
>(knocking on some wood, just in case)
>'78 Midget
>'97 300ZX
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