Whats your other Performance Ride
02-15-2008, 02:46 PM
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Thanks for the compliment Charley. I'm quite excited about it. Sorry about throwing out the bait there, I was having a glass of absinthe and feeling rather saucy. Wasn't trying to offend anyone but probably came off prickish... Wouldn't be the first time.
02-15-2008, 03:24 PM
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Primary: Guards Red 1986.5 928S 5sp with stock 2.20 gears. Bil/Eib suspension, Ott Drop-links, H4 headlights, electric fans, AA chips, Ott pipe, RMB, Aero Mirrors, 930 S steering wheel.
Secondary: Meteor Metallic 1986.5 928S 5sp US box with Euro 2.72 gears. AA chips Ott Drop-links, H4 Headlights, electric fans, AA chips, Ott pipe, RMB, 930 S steering wheel.
Thirdly: Garnet Red Metallic 1986.5 928S Auto, currently getting some fixes and upgrades to be announced later.
Fourthly: Crispy 1986 Garnet Red 928S with slightly used whipple twinscrew/intercooled, was a beast now is a parts warehouse for the other three...
I have all kinds of other crap but nothing that has any passion to them.
Secondary: Meteor Metallic 1986.5 928S 5sp US box with Euro 2.72 gears. AA chips Ott Drop-links, H4 Headlights, electric fans, AA chips, Ott pipe, RMB, 930 S steering wheel.
Thirdly: Garnet Red Metallic 1986.5 928S Auto, currently getting some fixes and upgrades to be announced later.
Fourthly: Crispy 1986 Garnet Red 928S with slightly used whipple twinscrew/intercooled, was a beast now is a parts warehouse for the other three...
I have all kinds of other crap but nothing that has any passion to them.
02-15-2008, 03:25 PM
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The Norton was bought new for $2850 total out the door on 6/14/75. It is unrestored. The 91 F2 was bought new for actually a bit more than $3K. The CBXs were $2200 and $2800, bought used many years ago before the value of these ran up. The GL1000 was $1000 last October but came with over $1000 in spare parts, so the bike was free after I sold the parts on eBay.
02-15-2008, 04:59 PM
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Sorry, don't have a picture of the Geozuki but I do have a good description of its stock capabilities -
"One liter of raw power, 3 cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch American Racing rims. It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 1275 pounds Geo Metro Machine around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching bicycles, mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise...
I was headed back from Starbucks with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth off my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane.
I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva - a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure.
The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *darn* cool, hence...) the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders...
Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke poured from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth...
He was running a custom -- probably a dual – exhaust, maybe even cutouts! Darn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us in the crosswalk looked back and cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction...
Yet I still persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep it from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist flew past us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye.
He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot radius. He nosed ahead as we passed 20 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner.
I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in the carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva.
The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my car eased past him on the outside, my P205/50R-13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right.
I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets... perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a Volkswagen Thing!"
I was headed back from Starbucks with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth off my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane.
I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva - a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure.
The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *darn* cool, hence...) the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders...
Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke poured from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth...
He was running a custom -- probably a dual – exhaust, maybe even cutouts! Darn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us in the crosswalk looked back and cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction...
Yet I still persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep it from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist flew past us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye.
He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot radius. He nosed ahead as we passed 20 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner.
I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in the carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva.
The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my car eased past him on the outside, my P205/50R-13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right.
I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets... perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a Volkswagen Thing!"
02-15-2008, 05:17 PM
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Thanks Bill, I'm sure you can imagine how jazzed I am about it right now. I know a lot of people are having a real hard time right now because of the real-estate sham (my sister was a multimillionaire 2 years ago and now she has just declared bankruptcy) and the economy in general. I know I have flaunted my new found financial freedom in a way that came across badly to some, but from my view it has only come from my enthusiasm and my cheeky sense of humor. Despite how many cars I have been buying recently the fact is I am nowhere near being a millionaire. It is just an incredible coincidence that both of my childhood "dream cars" just happened to depreciate so drastically over the years that now I can afford to buy them now outright. If my childhood dream car was a Lamborghini I'd be ****-out-of-luck...
I am 31 now and I can tell you that I wouldn't go back and live life as the person I was 5 years ago for all the money in the world. I won't go into that I'll just say that I am so happy to be able to live out my dreams and I'm having such a good time. I think when all of you finally meet me you will find that "Candleman" in person is not at all like the person you thought he'd be.
I am 31 now and I can tell you that I wouldn't go back and live life as the person I was 5 years ago for all the money in the world. I won't go into that I'll just say that I am so happy to be able to live out my dreams and I'm having such a good time. I think when all of you finally meet me you will find that "Candleman" in person is not at all like the person you thought he'd be.
02-15-2008, 07:21 PM
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"One liter of raw power, 3 cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch American Racing rims. It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 1275 pounds Geo Metro Machine around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching bicycles, mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise...
[/QUOTE]Dadgumit! I got coke all over my keyboard when it squirted out my nose!
That's the funniest thing I've read all month
02-15-2008, 10:56 PM
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Anthony, your 3.6 reminds me of why I've always considered that particular vintage/model to be among the most provocative & timeless automotive designs on the road - ever. Beautiful car.
BTW...nice 'alternative' to the GTS
BTW...nice 'alternative' to the GTS
02-15-2008, 11:02 PM
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Bikes and boats are nice, but I live to carve up your pools with these cues:
Deathbox Dave Hackett Purple Heart ----- American Nomad Bill Danforth Skull
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You should not race on the street like that. What if you fell asleep? Huh?
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Love the Esprit, Candleman! Got the best color combo too, very nice.
Deathbox Dave Hackett Purple Heart ----- American Nomad Bill Danforth Skull
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You should not race on the street like that. What if you fell asleep? Huh?
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Love the Esprit, Candleman! Got the best color combo too, very nice.
02-15-2008, 11:14 PM
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Jec... Man I couldn't not buy it. It's my favorite color combo in the world and I've dreamt of having an Esprit since I was 13 playing "Test Drive: Supercars" on my Amiga computer in 1989... Of course I've been doing LOADS of reading and researching the Lotus community and making sure I know how to avoid buying a lemon. Everything checks out so far so I'm looking forward to driving it home. I've said it once I've said it (at least) 7 times: What a time to be alive!
02-16-2008, 12:14 AM
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Performance ride????
How about 627 hp and 2050 ftlbs torque on the ground, 18 forward gears, 14 tires/wheels (truck only), and eats fuel at 3.5 mpg while pulling 300,000 gross pounds.....?
Yeah, performance like no other-----
Mmmm......I love the smell of diesel fuel in the morning.....
--Russ
How about 627 hp and 2050 ftlbs torque on the ground, 18 forward gears, 14 tires/wheels (truck only), and eats fuel at 3.5 mpg while pulling 300,000 gross pounds.....?
Yeah, performance like no other-----
Mmmm......I love the smell of diesel fuel in the morning.....
--Russ
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