Just sit right back and you'll read a tale, a tale of a fateful day,
That started as an easy task, so I would get to play.

The job we had was an easy one, we'd done it all before,
It should not have been any worse, than a three hour chore.
A three hour chore.

We started to drop the motor in, the tiny car was set,
Just as we got the mount lined up, we knew we were in deep ****.

The right side mount was binding up, budge it sure would not,
If we could not get that bastard loose, my racing hopes were shot.

That mount broke loose after almost an hour of holy hell, with:

Schmizzel, Bowie too, another Bowie, that's my dad, a shitty car, the curse of Shultz and dirty floors, here on Shultz's isle!

Okay, I can't rhyme any more...but what a pain in the ***! This all came about because Giles mentioned shultz in response to me saying i was putting my **** together this week. Thanks, *******.

An easy motor install on the miata went south and took the better part of 8 hours of solid work. Sometimes I hate cars.

But at least it doesn't run worth a damn.

 

Now that's what I call funny!

 

Bowie shouldn't you be, I dunno, getting ready for the ARRC?

Putting the 1.8L in Travis' 92 Miata was one of the most painful things I've ever been a part of. We actually had to bend the firewall to get that damn crank angle sensor in.

Good luck down there. Roll some CRXs.

 

Good luck Bowie.

And, uh...call me if you want some "brown power"

 

Just last night I was talking to Karl on the phone. I asked why everything I said to him was echoing back in my ear... He proceded to tell me about how he's using an earpiece for his phone because the speaker in the handset is busted. He left the phone on his valve cover while the motor was running and ended up melting the wire to the earpiece/mic. After the repair with electrical tape, it works fine on his end but you hear everything you say to him about 1.5 seconds after you say it. He actually seems to enjoy putting his friends through this and refuses to get the phone properly repaired.

I suggested he start a daily diary on the web called "karlsbustedlife.com." I know for a fact I'd read it daily and it'd be some of the funniest **** on the web.
If you've not seen the web page for the Malt Liquor test, you are truly being cheated.

Sorry Bowie, but I didn't do that. His powers aren't that strong... yet.

 

During the hoopla of the potential for a Red Sox/Cubs World Series, a sports writer was interviewed about the chances of such an occurence. He commented that it wouldn't happen. When asked if it was the _curse_ of the Bambino (Red Sox sports writer) he said no, it was because they (the team) and all around them had willed themselves out of winning owing it all up to this "curse." In the end, there is no "curse" except that which they constantly repeat over and over again to ourselves - ya know, them self-fulfilling prophecy thingies?? So all you guys and especially Karl, unless you somehow enjoy this stuff, end it, as funny as some think it is, as the son of a psychologist, I am thinking you're just assuring an outcome

Bowie, see you at the ARRC - with no excuses, yourn or mine

 

Bowie... dude... you have WAY too much time on your hands! Good luck at the ARRC.

Karl - Bend the firewall??? WTF???

 

Karl actually doesn't bust any more stuff than any of the rest of us and I'm pretty sure he realizes this. What Karl does have is a tendency to turn his busted stuff into comedy and/or even more busted stuff.

An example is the cell phone. Most folks would just get another phone, but not Karl. He keeps on plugging in more accessories and adding tape, glue, and whatever to keep the thing working (depending of course on your definition of "working"). He then discovers that the phone is "working" but has an annoying echo, which he decides is pretty entertaining and chooses to leave it that way. In the end you end up with yet another funny Karlism for dinner conversation and no true harm is really done.

At least thats the way I see it, but my dad is an ex-marine and about as far from being a psychologist as one can be, so I could be very wrong.

 

The other part about Karlisms is that none of them are private. Most of us screw something up and hide it as best we can, Karl's screw-ups/breakages are made into public spectacles, through no fault of his own.

(sorry if this doesnt make any sense, i tried to keep up with my parents tonight....6 bottles of wine later......ugh.)

 

<TABLE WIDTH="90%" CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 ALIGN=CENTER><TR><TD>Quote, originally posted by krshultz &raquo;</TD></TR><TR><TD CLASS="quote">Putting the 1.8L in Travis' 92 Miata was one of the most painful things I've ever been a part of. We actually had to bend the firewall to get that damn crank angle sensor in.</TD></TR></TABLE>

The crank angle sensor goes toward the front of the car, not toward the firewall. That might have something to do with it, no?
Or are the crank position sensor and crank angle sensor 2 different things?
Not sure, but I have spent my share of time under our Miata, and think it's one of the easiest cars to work on. But then again, Karl has never looked at it, so...

 

through no fault of his own.

I dunno about that. I get plenty of calls from him that start out "guess what I just did." and end with both of us laughing uncontrollably.

 

<TABLE WIDTH="90%" CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 ALIGN=CENTER><TR><TD>Quote, originally posted by Catch 22 &raquo;</TD></TR><TR><TD CLASS="quote">... He proceded to tell me about how he's using an earpiece for his phone because the speaker in the handset is busted. </TD></TR></TABLE>

From what I'm able to gather, this makes perfect sense.

 

can anyone explain why it was a pain to install a 1.8 in a 92 miata.
i have a friend with a '91 who wants to swap in a 1.8 M edition somtime soon. explain the harness please.

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