2400 Miles in an FC
It's actually "CARB," as in the acronym for California Air Resources Board. Basically, they take their emissions very seriously in that state. I guess he pulled you over not out of concern for your speed but out of consideration for global warming!
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Haha yeah me and my brother took it as carburetor or something.
I like the shot of you guys in the car with 3 heads, and I like the shot of you guys sitting on the truck.
Did you guys ask the truck to stop and let you take the pic? Or just hope that he wouldn't move?
Did you guys ask the truck to stop and let you take the pic? Or just hope that he wouldn't move?
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Thanks man
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We were dying to go to Alcatraz but the day we had set up for it, the boats weren't running.
Here's a few new pics:
Yours truly performing a cooling mod on top of a California mountain. I'm using a huge 6in folding blade, Cold Steel FTW. It's funny how much cutting up an s4 front bumper relieves frustration.
It was really beautiful on that Mountain-top
I should have taken one of these every time we stopped. Owell. Needles, CA:
Clutch fans with no shroud do **** for cooling.
Cop walks up to the passenger side window
-Cop: Please turn off the car.
-Me: Uhh we'd rather not, we have to push start it back on. (Blown fuse which we later fixed you don't drive 2400 miles and not break something)
-Cop: Alright nevermind then. Where you guys headed?
-Me: We came from Dayton, Ohio sir and we are heading to Monterey. (Very large rear hatch sticker that says just that)
-Cop:Is this car modified? Does it have the stock motor?
-Me: Uhh I think so, I have no idea officer I don't know anything about cars. This is my friends car we are delivering. (Total lie)
-Cop: Want to get out and show me the engine bay? Pop the hood please.
Now's when I get kind of nervous, I know the motor is by no means stock and am not sure how I will play dumb once the hood is popped. I also know that California cops are not keen on modified cars and really don't want my friends car towed and me and my brother stranded on the highway 2000 miles from home. I get out open the hood and stand there looking at the engine bay with the cop.
-Cop: So this is the stock motor? This comes in Rx7's? (See picture)
-Me: Yeah it's a stock 13BT. Turboed rotary engine. (5 minutes ago I knew nothing about cars)
Cop points to the Greddy Type S.
-Cop: That blow off valve isn't stock.
-Me: No sir I guess not.
This conversation goes on all the while the cop scrutinizes the engine bay.
-Cop: This motor purged for nitrous?
-Me: No sir (who needs that, I thought to myself, look at that turbo)
-Cop: So if I look in the back I wont see a bottle?
-Me: You can go look if you want all you'll see is boxes and a lot of oil. (It's a huge glass hatch he walked past, who's trying to keep secrets?)
-Cop: Ok, that answer usually means there isn't one. Man this thing is loud as hell! Is the exhaust even hooked up, or is it coming from the headers?! It stinks like ****!
-Me: No it's coming out the back go look. (Still worried, but I really couldn't stop myself from smiling)
At this point the cop goes back to his bike to check the insurance and my brothers license. While he stands by the back end the car decides it's a prefect time to start emitting a nice cloud of white premix smoke. My heart drops, but at the same time my pride for rotaries glows. Cop finally notices the smoke surrounding him. To say the least he doesn't see it in the same light as I do.
-Cop: Look at all this smoke!! What the hell is wrong with this thing!!
Cop now thoroughly perturbed at this abomination of a car, quickly whips out his digital point and shoot camera. Back at the engine bay:
-Cop: I am taking some pictures of this. You really don't see these done up like this.
-Me: Uhhhhh...... ok? (I, not knowing the law of California or the difference between anger and excitement in his voice, just keep playing it cool)
After he is satisfied with his photographic adventure he lets me close the hood and get back into the car. He goes back to his motorcycle and appears to be writing a ticket of some sort. When he comes back to the car window he says:
-Cop: So is this thing retarded?! (Yelling over the exhaust and I hope referencing timing)
-Me (doing my best stifling the laughter I have in my throat): I have no clue sir. (not everyday does a cop ask if your car is retarded)
-Cop: Ok well your friend (Names the owner of the car) has a ticket in the mail for his exhaust and his non-carb approved intake. You guys be on your way.
And the cop just walks back to his motorcycle. My brother and I exchange glances with a myriad of thoughts floating between us: did he really not mention speeding at all? Did that cop just say retarded? What the hell is a carb approved intake? Is he really letting us go? No mention of the stickers?
-Cop: Please turn off the car.
-Me: Uhh we'd rather not, we have to push start it back on. (Blown fuse which we later fixed you don't drive 2400 miles and not break something)
-Cop: Alright nevermind then. Where you guys headed?
-Me: We came from Dayton, Ohio sir and we are heading to Monterey. (Very large rear hatch sticker that says just that)
-Cop:Is this car modified? Does it have the stock motor?
-Me: Uhh I think so, I have no idea officer I don't know anything about cars. This is my friends car we are delivering. (Total lie)
-Cop: Want to get out and show me the engine bay? Pop the hood please.
Now's when I get kind of nervous, I know the motor is by no means stock and am not sure how I will play dumb once the hood is popped. I also know that California cops are not keen on modified cars and really don't want my friends car towed and me and my brother stranded on the highway 2000 miles from home. I get out open the hood and stand there looking at the engine bay with the cop.
-Cop: So this is the stock motor? This comes in Rx7's? (See picture)
-Me: Yeah it's a stock 13BT. Turboed rotary engine. (5 minutes ago I knew nothing about cars)
Cop points to the Greddy Type S.
-Cop: That blow off valve isn't stock.
-Me: No sir I guess not.
This conversation goes on all the while the cop scrutinizes the engine bay.
-Cop: This motor purged for nitrous?
-Me: No sir (who needs that, I thought to myself, look at that turbo)
-Cop: So if I look in the back I wont see a bottle?
-Me: You can go look if you want all you'll see is boxes and a lot of oil. (It's a huge glass hatch he walked past, who's trying to keep secrets?)
-Cop: Ok, that answer usually means there isn't one. Man this thing is loud as hell! Is the exhaust even hooked up, or is it coming from the headers?! It stinks like ****!
-Me: No it's coming out the back go look. (Still worried, but I really couldn't stop myself from smiling)
At this point the cop goes back to his bike to check the insurance and my brothers license. While he stands by the back end the car decides it's a prefect time to start emitting a nice cloud of white premix smoke. My heart drops, but at the same time my pride for rotaries glows. Cop finally notices the smoke surrounding him. To say the least he doesn't see it in the same light as I do.
-Cop: Look at all this smoke!! What the hell is wrong with this thing!!
Cop now thoroughly perturbed at this abomination of a car, quickly whips out his digital point and shoot camera. Back at the engine bay:
-Cop: I am taking some pictures of this. You really don't see these done up like this.
-Me: Uhhhhh...... ok? (I, not knowing the law of California or the difference between anger and excitement in his voice, just keep playing it cool)
After he is satisfied with his photographic adventure he lets me close the hood and get back into the car. He goes back to his motorcycle and appears to be writing a ticket of some sort. When he comes back to the car window he says:
-Cop: So is this thing retarded?! (Yelling over the exhaust and I hope referencing timing)
-Me (doing my best stifling the laughter I have in my throat): I have no clue sir. (not everyday does a cop ask if your car is retarded)
-Cop: Ok well your friend (Names the owner of the car) has a ticket in the mail for his exhaust and his non-carb approved intake. You guys be on your way.
And the cop just walks back to his motorcycle. My brother and I exchange glances with a myriad of thoughts floating between us: did he really not mention speeding at all? Did that cop just say retarded? What the hell is a carb approved intake? Is he really letting us go? No mention of the stickers?
lol its funny that he said "is this the stock motor" I wish a cop said that to me so I could say "which motor are you referring to sir, there are a lot of motors in this car" just to be a dick. The nitrous thing was funny too, apparently cops can't tell the difference b/w "hot rods" and Jap cars.
So you really didn't have a fan shroud the entire trip? What about the undertray and the plastic panels b/w the radiator and front bumper? What were the water/oil temps?
So you really didn't have a fan shroud the entire trip? What about the undertray and the plastic panels b/w the radiator and front bumper? What were the water/oil temps?
I understand the feeling you felt with that daunting task.
I took a 450 mile trip from Candia New Hampshire, to Rochester New York to pick up my FC.
Never saw the car in person before i bought it, blindly bought it.
But man that car did not miss a beat. Ran perfect for 500 miles, no problems what so ever, averaging 25mpg in a GTUs.
I took a 450 mile trip from Candia New Hampshire, to Rochester New York to pick up my FC.
Never saw the car in person before i bought it, blindly bought it.
But man that car did not miss a beat. Ran perfect for 500 miles, no problems what so ever, averaging 25mpg in a GTUs.
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I should have posted our route before we left. I posted in the Oklahoma and California sections on here when we stayed in Tulsa and Bakersfield. I wanted local Rx7 guys to come cruise the highway with us for a few miles and do some rolling shots and stuff. Nobody was game.
We stayed in Gallup, NM but I didn't bother to post because the lack of anything out there let alone a 7. I really should have said what time we were going through Albuquerque.
Thanks for all the compliments guys.