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1979 Triumph TR7 Convertible
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My first automobile [well, maybe "automobile" is too
strong a word, since it implies self-propulsion] was a dark red 1979 Triumph
TR7 convertible for which I paid $2,000 in 1987.
Within three weeks, I had spent an additional $2,600
on repairs. Two months later, I was twisting two wires together to
turn on the headlights. After six months, I had gotten so good at
replacing broken throttle cables that I could do it at night without a
flashlight. Eight months after I bought the car, I finally got tired
of crawling under it every day to re-attach the muffler/tail-pipe assembly,
so I just threw the whole exhaust system away.
Right around that time, most of the teeth broke off
the flywheel ring-gear, so the process of starting the car worked like
this:
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Turn the key and hear an awful screeching sound.
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Put it in gear, stick a foot out the door and push it
backward a few inches.
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Turn the key again; hear the screeching again.
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Repeat as necessary until the one remaining tooth on the
flywheel is rotated into position next to the starter.
If this had been a real car, of course, I could
have bought replacement parts and just fixed each of these problems as
they came up. Alas, it was a British car. You may not know
this, but the entire British Empire occasionally goes on strike for months
at a time... During those strikes, no auto parts are shipped out of the
country. Even when they're not on strike, replacement parts
are kinda hit-and-miss... I had a whole book of wiring diagrams
for the TR7s, for instance; apparently, the Triumph "craftsmen" wired each
car with whatever color wire just happened to be lying around that day.
Anyway, the car finally died... The "clunk-clunk-clunk"
rod noise that I'd been hearing for a couple weeks became a "BANG-BANG-BANG".
I managed to limp back to my garage and park it... It stayed there for
about 5 months.
When I moved out of my apartment in San Clemente, I
figured I'd move the car to my girlfriend's house in Carlsbad and store
it in her garage while I attempted to sell it for its body panels... They
were the one portion of the car that still worked.
Since the car wouldn't run, I rented a U-Haul truck
and an auto dolly (you know... one of those two-wheeled things).
It took two hours for me and my girlfriend to push the front wheels of
the car up onto the dolly... Of course, I'd waited until my moving-out
day to transport the car, and it was pouring rain.
I made sure the car was out of gear and the handbrake
was off (since the dolly only supported the TR7's front wheels, leaving
the rear wheels on the ground), then we began our 30-mile drive.
Halfway through Camp Pendleton, the truck seemed to
be losing power -- I couldn't go faster than 45 MPH -- and the dolly started
fishtailing a bit. We pulled off the highway at a rest-stop and I
checked to make sure that the car was still secure. It was, so we
continued on.
When we got to her condo, I tried to back the dolly
into her garage... We'd done enough pushing for the day, so I didn't want
to just unload the car and push it in by hand. I put the truck in
reverse, and the thing wouldn't back up! The dolly actually lifted
up into the air... It was as though the TR7's rear brakes were on.
So... I took another look at the car and discovered
that both rear tires were completely shredded and the rear wheels had been
ground flat. Apparently, the car's differential had frozen up during
the trip, locking the rear wheels. If the roads hadn't been so wet,
I wouldn't have been able to tow the car at all.
Sigh...
I parked the truck and dolly, advertised the car in
the local paper, explained the twin grooves in the parking-lot asphalt
to the maintenance people, and sold the car a week later for $300
to a guy who'd wrapped his TR8 around a tree and needed the body panels.
I figure I made out like a bandit on the deal. |
1973 Dodge Dart
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After the demise of the TR7, I bought a red, auto-tranny
Dodge Dart.
The thing was great... It had anti-lock brakes
(couldn't lock the wheels no matter how hard you pressed on the pedal),
really agile handling (on the freeway, it would suddenly change lanes even
before the thought of turning the wheel crossed your mind), and a self-flushing
cooling system. It sounded great, too... Who needs Supertrapps when
you can get the same effect by just allowing the muffler to rust through?
And... Unlike nearly all so-called "high-end"
cars, it actually appreciated in value: I bought it for $200
and sold it a year and a half later for $250.
All in all, it was a remarkable car. |
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1994 Acura NSX
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My Acura NSX (sold as a Honda NSX outside North America)
is a '94 model, Brooklands Green with tan interior. It's bone stock,
so I don't have much to say about it (or pictures of it)... If you want
to see what it looks like, check out Bob
Larson's web page; his car's identical to mine.
For general info on the NSX, visit David Hwang's NSXchange,
at http://www.stellatetechnologies.com/nsx/nsx.html...
It's a great site, even if its name does sound like "NS Sex-Change".
There's a whole hierarchy of NSX mailing lists run
by David Hwang; to subscribe, see the instructions on his web site.
Personally, I couldn't deal with the endless, pointless chatter on the
"main" NSX list, so I unsubscribed last year; currently, I'm subscribed
only to the "NSX-SoCal" list and the "NSX-Tech" list. |
1973 Porsche 914-6 Conversion
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My 914 started life in 1973 with a 4-cylinder engine
that made about 90 horsepower. It now has a 6-cylinder 911 motor
-- specifically, a 250-horsepower 2.7-liter Euro Carrera RS with, um, everything
-- and the suspension, brakes, interior, and body to match.
It's for sale -- cheap. For information and a
picture, click on the "for sale" link at the top of this page.
The best online source for Porsche-specific information
and conversation is the PorscheList mailing list... The list is split into
a number of sub-lists (one for each model, plus general-interest and racing-specific
lists); to subscribe, visit the PorscheList home page at http://www.porschelist.org. |
1996 Dodge Ram 1500 Sport
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The wife's vehicle. I'm not really a truck guy,
but even I think this one's pretty cool.
It's a black short-bed with tinted windows and a decent
stereo... Except for the fact that it can tow a horse trailer, driving
it is nothing like what I'd imagined driving a truck would be.
There's a very active ram-truck mailing list; to subscribe,
send a message to ramtruck-d-request@vcs.org,
with the single word "subscribe" in the body of the message (the
message subject is unimportant). |
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future |
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Ferrari F355 Spider
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I don't care that they're less reliable than the NSX,
I don't care that they're temperamental and fatiguing to drive, I don't
even care that the nearest decent Ferrari mechanic is a hundred miles away
or that owning one of them will mark me as one of the gold-chain crowd...
The cars are fast, they're gorgeous, and no one has ever
said, "It's a Ferrari F355... You know, kinda like the Italian version
of an Acura."
As soon as the prices for these things drop to a reasonable
level, I'm getting me one. |
Dodge Durango
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My wife really likes her Ram pickup, but the open
bed and limited seating -- especially since both of my cars are
two-seaters -- is sometimes problematic. The Durango has the same
basic look as the Ram, but with a row or two of rear seats and lots of
enclosed space.
One of these days, she'll find a used Durango that's
priced right, and she'll trade the Ram for it. |
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