Stinky's Stick Stories - Stage II
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Stinky's Stick Stories - Stage II
For those of you just joining what has been dubbed “The Adventures Of Stinky” (PS SD upgrades), I installed re-manufactured Stage II injectors five months ago and I've had a series of bad luck, bad wrench-turning, and bad parts since then. Five months under the hood... pleh. I was almost done installing plumbing and making a sign for under the hood (Hotel Stinkafornia), when it all finally came together.
After firing Stinky up for the first time with the latest repairs (brand new cups and injectors), all I had left to do was to install the valve covers and air system. It usually takes me about an hour to do this, but I was battle-weary. I had emerged victorious from the protracted war... but not without sacrificing meat, mentality, and 'munition (for the Buck$Zooka). I felt like Genghis Khan... wiping the blood from my knuckles, surveying the carcasses of my fallen enemies (remans) - their life blood still oozing out, Buck$Zooka at my side – still smoldering, and a plethora of weapons of war (tools) littering the battlefield (workbench). Even he must have needed a moment of rest before the plundering process. I took three days to button Stinky up.
I finally started Stinky a second time, to back him out of the garage. No Frankenstinky, no Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on steroids, no smoke signals to the neighboring planets... just a metronomic idle with hair on its chest. Ah... now I can hear my money under the hood: It never left me, it just took a new form that I can enjoy for years to come. It's difficult to express how nice it was to see my old friend Stinky again. It was like he was just sitting there on the porch, whistling his favorite tune. What I heard was “Hey bud, long time no see. Wanna go for a ride?” Smile and a sigh. I thought you'd never ask... again.
My first drive to work with the completed repairs had me listening to every nuance under the hood... anticipating a hiccup, belch, fart, bang, or some other reason to pop those cursed valve covers yet again. Nothing but an authoritative drone met my ears and silky shifts met my back for 20 miles. Stinky was murmuring “Nothing to see here, move along.” I complied. I cranked up the tunes... for the first time in five months: “Steve McQueen” by Cheryl Crow.
Just chillin', and charging my Chi.
After firing Stinky up for the first time with the latest repairs (brand new cups and injectors), all I had left to do was to install the valve covers and air system. It usually takes me about an hour to do this, but I was battle-weary. I had emerged victorious from the protracted war... but not without sacrificing meat, mentality, and 'munition (for the Buck$Zooka). I felt like Genghis Khan... wiping the blood from my knuckles, surveying the carcasses of my fallen enemies (remans) - their life blood still oozing out, Buck$Zooka at my side – still smoldering, and a plethora of weapons of war (tools) littering the battlefield (workbench). Even he must have needed a moment of rest before the plundering process. I took three days to button Stinky up.
I finally started Stinky a second time, to back him out of the garage. No Frankenstinky, no Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on steroids, no smoke signals to the neighboring planets... just a metronomic idle with hair on its chest. Ah... now I can hear my money under the hood: It never left me, it just took a new form that I can enjoy for years to come. It's difficult to express how nice it was to see my old friend Stinky again. It was like he was just sitting there on the porch, whistling his favorite tune. What I heard was “Hey bud, long time no see. Wanna go for a ride?” Smile and a sigh. I thought you'd never ask... again.
My first drive to work with the completed repairs had me listening to every nuance under the hood... anticipating a hiccup, belch, fart, bang, or some other reason to pop those cursed valve covers yet again. Nothing but an authoritative drone met my ears and silky shifts met my back for 20 miles. Stinky was murmuring “Nothing to see here, move along.” I complied. I cranked up the tunes... for the first time in five months: “Steve McQueen” by Cheryl Crow.
Just chillin', and charging my Chi.
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Stinky Wins
Nice to hear.
My turn is coming.
I will follow your example. Forget everything done in the past and start with the basic trouble shooting.
Like I said, compression check, fuel pressure check, coolant system pressure check. etc.
Will be home in two weeks to start the search.
Will post results.
Good for you that you stayed in there to find the answer.
My turn is coming.
I will follow your example. Forget everything done in the past and start with the basic trouble shooting.
Like I said, compression check, fuel pressure check, coolant system pressure check. etc.
Will be home in two weeks to start the search.
Will post results.
Good for you that you stayed in there to find the answer.
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Crank that chip all the way up and burn some rubber already!
PS. Congrats buddy. You got yours up and running, and I tore down my spare...now just to find a machine shop that I trust to clean it up and hone the block a bit, seriously needs it. Oh well, a spare engine for next to nothing, and I think all it needs to be a runner is a o ring.
PS. Congrats buddy. You got yours up and running, and I tore down my spare...now just to find a machine shop that I trust to clean it up and hone the block a bit, seriously needs it. Oh well, a spare engine for next to nothing, and I think all it needs to be a runner is a o ring.
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Thanks guys! My grand master scheme was to report the results of sticking up here, but I couldn't go on without at least letting you know it's fixed because of all the helpful input, wrench-turning, well-wishing and good Karma sent my way.
I "snuck" into the driveway when I came home yesterday. My wife came out to investigate a low rumble she heard and was shocked to see it was Stinky making that quiet power. She had a huge grin and said "WOW! You did good. Stinky sounds wonderful!" Now she understands why I've been fighting this for so long... she really likes the results. We are in total agreement about what comes next: Road trip! It will be a while, though... our work schedules are all messed up. I may have time to replace my cracked windshield before the trip (winters do that here).
2000ca250 - I escaped Hotel Stinkafornia... you're next. Let me know when you're ready for a hand.
I "snuck" into the driveway when I came home yesterday. My wife came out to investigate a low rumble she heard and was shocked to see it was Stinky making that quiet power. She had a huge grin and said "WOW! You did good. Stinky sounds wonderful!" Now she understands why I've been fighting this for so long... she really likes the results. We are in total agreement about what comes next: Road trip! It will be a while, though... our work schedules are all messed up. I may have time to replace my cracked windshield before the trip (winters do that here).
2000ca250 - I escaped Hotel Stinkafornia... you're next. Let me know when you're ready for a hand.