I need to apologize for not updating this sooner. I guess I got a bit disheartened when we lost the shop in the Bronx and didn't want to write about it. Now, however, the next space is in the works (likely in Brooklyn) so I'm in a good mood again. I'll write about the new space when some of the details are ironed out, but in the meantime I need to catch up on the past few months.
When I last posted, I was finishing up some details on the car to get it road-worthy by the time the shop was to close. Coincidentally, I was signed up for a track day at Lime Rock around the same time. There were numerous little things that had to be done on the car to get it to pass the tech inspection at the track, namely I had to button up my fuel system, properly mount my battery, and figure out my seat belt situation.
T-2 days till Lime Rock:
The fuel system was easy enough, I borrowed a gas cap from CB and reused the gas cap base from my car. I just needed to block off some vent hoses and tighten some hose clamps. On a run to the parts store, however I realized that the sound I thought was my alternator belt being loose was actually the water pump bearing failing. Luckily, I had just bought a spare engine (it was an L24, that the owner thought was an L28, but I took it anyway because it was just rebuilt). I hopped in the Miata and scavenged the pump from that motor and started installing it on my car. Around the same time CB came over with a buddy and they installed my gas cap/base.
I also needed to install my seat belts. The car came with seatbelts, but I didn't have a complete set. The ones from my old car were junk, and I couldn't use the racing harness I bought from CB because the track had a rule that the driver and passenger have to use the same equipment. I picked up a set of rear belts from a 240sx very cheap, and wrestled with my car for an hour or so to get them in.
T-1 day till Lime Rock:
CB had been struggling with clutch issues with his car for the past couple of weeks, and with one day left he was still having issues. I went to his house late and helped him put the trans back in his car for what we hoped would be the last time.
Lime Rock travel day:
We decided to drive up to Lime Rock the on Sunday for our Monday trackday. We had a connection with a local B&B and it was certainly the better way to do the trip.
That morning we had an early wrenching session to check the last issues that might pop up with the cars. I was tightening a hose clamp on my gas tank when the fuel return spout broke from its weld. This resulted in a slow but noticeable fuel leak when stationary, and a substantial one when the engine was running. Panicking, we drained the tank and I drove to an auto parts store with CB. Twenty minutes and a tube of JB weld later we were in business.
JR also showed up with a proper battery tie down for me that he stole from his turbo car. About as long as I remember I had been using bungees and ratchet straps to hold my battery, and that would apparently not pass tech...
My left rear wheel bearing was still making a slight noise, but I checked the tightness of the stub axle nut and all seemed well so I just tried to ignore it.
It was a rainy drive up to CT. With the exception of an actual squealing alternator belt when the lights and wipers were on, the car performed perfectly on the drive. This was shocking to me considering that the car had driven about 20 miles in the past 35 years.
In the morning, it was frosty cold. The chokeless 240z started hard, but did start. We made a quick fuel run then got to the track just as the safety meeting was ending, in true Top Gear style. My car flew through tech and I was soon waiting for my instructed session to start.
After I had borrowed a helmet from JR, my instructor and I set up our helmet-talkies and headed out to the track. I have to admit I was a bit nervous, but it definitely helped to have an instructor in the car. I don't think there was any way I could have figured out the line on my own, but he did a good job of showing me when to turn in, where to aim and when to get on the gas. After a few laps I was starting to feel comfortable and getting on the car a bit harder. To my surprise, it performed shockingly well. Somehow, despite my eyeball alignment, it handled easily and controllably as as you approached the limit of grip. Once I stiffened up the illuminas, it even transitioned from corner to corner very flat and stably.
In my third session out, my instructor was pushing me to go faster and faster. I was actually passing the other cars on the track (mostly Porsche's as it was a PCA event), though many would retake me on the long front straight as I don't have very much power. Just as I was doing really well and going pretty quickly...I spun.
My instructor didn't see anything I had done wrong and seemed to be as surprised as I was about the spin. After a quick drive through of the pit lane to talk with the controllers about it, I was back on track. It took a couple of laps to get the confidence to go hard through that particular turn, but eventually it came back. The only damage to the car was a lost center cap to one of my wheels.
Unfortunately my spin did direct the attention of the corner workers to my car, and I was black flagged for some reason. It turns out my brake lights hadn't been working (this was probably true the whole weekend, but no one noticed until after I spun). In between sessions I did some electrical detective work to determine the cause of the fault and was ready in time for my last session, which went well and without incident.
In addition to Porsches, there was our club and some other serious iron. All in all, I really enjoyed the day and I definitely have the track bug. I also have the bug for more power, as doing all the work to pass a car in the bends, just to have him walk by me on the straights was frustrating to say the least. I think there is a 1JZ-GTE in my future...
Pretty much immediately after this event, the boys and I moved out of the shop. JB got a PODS storage unit and we loaded whatever we could in there. The rest of it went to my mom's house in Newark, including the 240z. It was a sad day indeed.
As a result, all work that I needed to do on my motorcycle has taken place in AY's building with the help of KY. I had been having an intermittent stumbling issue with the bike that I couldn't track down. It seemed to break up at higher speeds and when turning, so I assumed it was a fuel issue. In fact, I thought was was the same water-in-the-tank issue that I had before. One afternoon, I hopped on the bike to go fix it. Once I got there, I drained the tank, cleaned the tank and front plug drain tubes, and drained the float bowls. This did nothing. A later day, rode over again so I could swap the spark plugs. One the ride over it was running great. I figured I should do the plugs anyway because they were past due. Did all the work and....it started stumbling again. Frustrated, I ordered new coils for the bike while I was away on vacation. Once I got back, I went to install them when I noticed that the bike stumbled when I turned the handle bars, even when I was stationary. I investigated and saw that the wire I had run to the tachometer of the Vapor gauge had been rubbed raw and was occasionally coming into contact with the frame...when the wind would push it back or when the handle bars were turned. I taped up the wire, re routed it and was back in business. Sometimes it's the simple things...
Around the same time KY was solving an issue with his friend's BMW Z3. This guy had bought 19's for his small car along with a set of lowering springs. As you might expect, it now rubbed it's tires pretty much everywhere. Even after removing the inner fender and massaging the hood (which is also a fender on these cars) it still didn't have enough clearance. The solution was to add a spacer between the upper spring perch and the body. Spacers were cut from 3/8" plastic and inserted, along with longer studs to clear the longer distance. This did the trick and the car can now brave the pothole-ridden streets of NYC without fear.
The only other time I've had my Z on the road since losing the shop was, unfortunately, for a pretty sad reason. One of the members of the New York Z club, Tommy Sullivan,
passed away in early May when his house burned down, claiming the lives of his wife and two daughters as well. Tommy was able to get his son, Tommy Jr., out before going back into the blaze to try to save the rest of his family. In order to remember our friend and try to raise some money for his son, the local Z clubs did a cruise and sold T-shirts and stickers. It was a great day, and a memorial Tommy would have loved.
I know it's been a long time, but a new shop in is in the works so expect more regular updates soon!
- W.W. SBSS
