I was hoping for a sexier title but it's midnight, I've had some whiskey and I just got done driving 12 hours...
So let tell you all about what I'm up to;
Recently, our resident Portlandian, Ryan Johnsen, has had the Porsche bug fuckin bad. So he bought one, in fuckin Hudson, WI. I didn't realize this until he asked me if I would want to drive it out to Portland to him. Well, I shat myself and concocted a scheme to pull it off, involving a little pleading with my boss, kicking a little ass at work and giving Chloe the "doe eyes" (which I did the even have to do because she is just God's gift to moi).
Well it all got planned out, and I fuckin pulled it off at work. I arrived in Hudson this morning at about 10am and we went to fire the 911 up.... she let out a massive backfire then decided to run like death. Andy was awestruck and super frustrated because this is his baby, he has maintained it meticulously and done upgrades simply for the sake of making improvements. So it's running like total ass and definitely down a cylinder. We begin rummaging around and trying to hunt the issue down. After a lot of burnt oil smoke and poor running, it dawns on us that the backfire could have dislodged the aftermarket pressure valve (one for backfire pressure release). I explain my thought on how CIS metering works, he gives me a grin then lightly pulls on the valve and POP, fucker comes right off. Well there ya go, it's a massive vacuum leak essentially which is sucking air in from the dry sump breather... derp. So we wrap some Teflon tape around it after a cleaning then start it up and it sings.
We decided that the best plan of action was for me to take a cruise in the right direction and if problems arose then we would scrap the mission and he would retrieve me and the 911. Well... I'm in Glendive, MT. So it's gone well, despite dodging the bullet that is Dickinson, ND which is basically the worst fucking place on earth that I nearly stayed the night at. Hoofdah, thanks to some quick calls by Chloe to get me a room in Glendive.
Within being at Dickinson for 2 minutes I had some scratched out looking fucker asking me for a ride to Hardeez, then when I stopped at Walmart it looked like a lawless post apocalyptic society of unwashed 20yr old kids and 50 year old pedophiles. Fuck that place, with a rake!
I will post more about the automotive brilliance that is the early 911's later but for now, I have a bottle of Crown cracked and a copy of How To Paddle Your Own Canoe to finish. Enjoy the pics gentleman