By naterisch
04/12/2015
Last week, I discovered that the cause of the Turkey’s lack of functional clutching and braking—the Turkey is a derelict 2002 that has taken up residence in my driveway—was that its brake reservoir was empty. I filled it and bled the clutch to functionality, and tried to bleed the right rear wheel (the one whose wheel cylinder was seized), but didn’t get any fluid out.
By naterisch
04/06/2015
Surely, after all these years, there must be something to my life, something more significant than the allure of the internal-combustion engine, but there are days I find myself asking, like Melvin Udall, what if this is as good as it gets? And I know that it’s time to get back on the road.
By naterisch
04/06/2015
Last week, I’d freed the stuck rear wheel of the Turkey—the not-quite-a-parts-car 2002 I bought for $250—and then had the glorious moment when I twisted the key and bore witness to a quick and easy engine start. All of a sudden, the car was transformed in my mind from dead, and I really have no idea how dead it is, because—well, it's DEAD, to This thing can actually be started and driven onto a U-Haul for the next owner.
By naterisch
03/31/2015
For some bizarre reason yet to be explained to the universe, Satch and Roundel motorsports editor Brian Morgan decided to send me and my wife, Valerie, to the 63rd Twelve Hours of Sebring (article coming soon to a Roundel near you!). Despite shifting from the twenty-degree Cleveland winter to a ninety-plus-degree Florida swamp, we thoroughly enjoyed the experience. And aside from the awesomeness that is BMW racing, the conversations with Matt Russell and Tom Plucinsky were especially, well, special.
By naterisch
03/31/2015
When last we saw the Turkey, a moribund 2002, it had just been rudely roused from its six-year slumber, yanked from the seller’s garage by a ramp truck, and unceremoniously dumped in my driveway. The ramp-truck driver reported that the car appeared to have a seized right rear wheel, so it was likely to stay where it was dropped unless I did something to enable motion. Fortunately, it wasn’t blocking my garage. It was, however, blocking the Suburban, but a nine-foot mound of snow was also blocking the Suburban, so this was hardly an issue.

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