flintstone geometry

After hours of intense grass fires at my neighbours house and toasting bread with the flames popping from my exhaust, I found the problem, I forgot to install the EGR plug at the back of my FJ20's inlet manifold (somewhere in excess of 1 inch wide).

"Wack it in mate, I'll throw the wheels back on and we'll go for a strap," my off-ya-tree neighbour responded.

Trusting him with the geometry of the toe settings after replacing the steering arm, I threw a plug into the manifold to find that the car dropped it's idle from around 3,000rpm to 850 where it should be.

Fantastic!! My 12 month project was now running and able to drive. How could I resist??

Johnno and I jumped in enthusiastically and hooted up the road in which the car has only looked over for the last year.

What a feeling, the burbling exhaust note (fricking loud, now that I think about it) the smell of those Rocca Bros scented leaves, the 15" sub cranking the beats, my friend with the laptop in one hand to keep a close eye on the engine and a remote for the stezza in the other hand.

From Seacombe Rd to Majors Rd we kept an eye on the engine heat levels and inlet temperature to further sort temperature compensation fuel mixes.

Just to make sure everything was ok, I passed a few cars in the stopping lane.

Yep, she's a beaute mate.

Turning into South Rd, to come back down the hill I realised how heavy the steering really was. I mentioned to Johnno that he's going to need to revise this when we get back.

That bloody car that I passed on the way up the hill was trying to pass me. Couldn't let this happen. My response: drop to a gear where car now sounds like aeroplane. We shot away from the familiar Common-dores bum-ber-bar and launched ourselves into the windy esses at freak speed where even the 16" 225 Yolkohamas would complain at. Cars response: tail happy (I love the gas peddle), from apex to gravel 3 lanes away....

In this moment of sheer bliss and total solitude, I responded by opposite lock which brought the car to a 180 degree spin cliping the dirt on it's way through. Result was a middle lane reverse speed of around 130km/hr.

A quick spin of the wheel to the right and a stab at the brakes to balance the car saw a correction of another 180 degree spin in the same direction to produce a full 360 infront of not only a Common-dore (who hit the brakes as soon as they got a glimpse of us in the dirt) but also the traffic that was keen to see the result of our race down the hill.

The spin left me with around 90km/hr to hit the very top of second gear (you've got to love those FJ's!!). Only one thing to do, use it!

Back at the intersection of South's and Secombe, the Commondore pulled up next to us in disgust and the truckies and other spectators applauded or at the least grinned at the marvel act that we had just performed for them.

Mental note-
Don't let wacked neighbours use theories derived from the Flintstones practically when working on the geometry up front in your Datto.