By naterisch
11/23/2015
The week before last, I was driving Old Blue around the block, under cover of darkness, in ever-widening, ever-quickening circles, trying to see if I had wrenched it across the line from Stage 4 (drivable) to Stage 5 (roadworthy), when the driveline began making a pretty good thunking and thrumming sound anywhere above a certain speed. 
By naterisch
11/16/2015
When we members decide to engage in modifying our cars, it means that the factory work product isn’t quite sufficient to meet our standards; some of us simply demand more—or at least something different—out of the machine. Whether for aesthetic or performance reasons, modifications exhibit the owner’s personal priorities of what a car should do, how it should look or feel, or even explore the maximum limits of what it can be.
By naterisch
11/16/2015
“I could fill every waking hour by working on the cars I own and writing about it.” No, wait: It’s more specific than that. Let’s just look at the three tii’s: “I could make a career out of simply fixing tii’s and writing about it.”
By naterisch
11/09/2015
No one ever accused me of being a car-detailing fanatic. You know the type: washing the car every week, polishing and waxing until it looks new, spending hours scrubbing every crevice of an alloy wheel designed by BMW or BBS to make the task impossible. I respect these people for their devotion to pristine paint, but that wasn’t me.
By naterisch
11/09/2015
Last week I replaced Old Blue’s strut-tower bushings. They were so bad that they were interfering with steering; one was bound up pretty tight, the other internally broken and causing a bunch of front-end banging. But during the process of disconnecting the right  caliper from the strut in order to swing the strut out to change the bushings, the right front metal brake lines went leaky. 

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