By naterisch
07/27/2015
Last Wednesday, I turned 57. Of course, you think I probably bought myself a car. In fact, I did—but that’ll have to wait until next week. This is about the present my wife, Maire Anne, gave me. It came wrapped in two packages. The first vaguely resembled an arm bone. The second shook like a box of wrenches. I unwrapped it.
By naterisch
07/21/2015
Okay, I have a new favorite event. Who knew Pittsburgh could be so inviting? I mean, I will admit that the races in Pittsburgh had hardly crossed my mind, even though they have been staging vintage races in Schenley Park now for 33 years, and I knew that the Allegheny Chapter had a terrific corral there every year.
By naterisch
07/21/2015
Let me begin by saying that I am stunned and flattered beyond words—well, almost beyond words—by all the e-mail I received about the “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Vintage” series (fixing Brian Ach’s car that died on the way to The Vintage in Winston-Salem). 
By chennecy
07/14/2015
It is summer—I think. It’s been cooler and rainier than I can recall, but the calendar says that it’s summer. And the Doersen family has a vacation, complete with road trip planned, so it must be summer, right?! This year we’re staying within the U.S. borders, but at least we are headed to a beach!
By chennecy
07/14/2015
Last week, while working on Brian Ach’s ’73 2002tii—the car that died on the way to the Vintage—I stumbled into Rust Central. I found rust in the car’s fuel pump, gas tank, and fuel lines. I cleaned it all out and installed a new fuel pump, yet the problem persisted. I chased it into that chamber of nightmares that is the fuel-injection system itself, following the troubleshooting procedure detailed in BMW’s 2002tii fuel-injection manual.

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