SO as many of you have read I stole Jeff Scotts daily driver Syclone this weekend, and have taken it hostage for a few days. Well, I've got some more stories to share with everyone.
Last night about 11pm or so, the GF decides she wants to go out for Ice Cream. No problem, it's a nice night and all, sounds like a great idea. SO we head out the door, and I convince her to ride in the Syclone (despite what it looks like), and we'll go get some ice cream. We hop in, and take off. Keep in mind she has a year old Shitzhu puppy that goes everywhere with her, so the dog is riding along as well. Following the advice of Jeff, I drive like a grandpa to get the ice cream, and we hang out there for a few. Time to head home, and we hop in the truck and head that way. I have to pull into traffic, so I get on it a little bit, maybe a pound or two of boost , but nothing strong. She says " wow it does feel pretty fast", I reply with a "yea it does OK"......So we cruise along for a few miles, and we manage to catch a red light. First in line even. I do a nice 2-3lb boost launch for her. As we leave the line, the dog YELPS. Not jsut a little wimper, but a full on, sounds like it's been kicked yelp. Scares the hell out of both of us. I let off about 75 as I don't want to scare her any more than I already have. She's silent. I mean not even looking at me silent. I'm thinking, great, I've blown it now.....We get parked, out of the truck, and walk inside, and still no words from her. Not sure whats going on I walk in anyway, and as she sets the dog down (which promptly runs and hides from me for some reason), she turns to me and says "That was pretty cool, you should buy one of these trucks for yourself, you don't need that $30k sports car you were looking at the other day"............I think this one might be a keeper.
So I come into work this morning, and tell Jeff about it, and how I feel bad that I keep posting about beating on his truck, and promise that I don't drive it that way all the time, and that he;s only getting the highlights.....He says to me "Don't worry, you can't break it"...I feel a bit reassured, and thank him again for the extended test drive.
Fast forward to lunch. I'm headed home to get my new coils for the Xtreme so hopefully I can start driving it again some. They were fedex'd in and were supposedly sitting on my porch. I'm driving along, do my usual 20 second scan of the gauges, and HOLY CRAP!!! the temps are at like 210!!!.....I immediately slow down (from 65 to 55 or so), and continue to watch. They're getting higher and higher....DAMMIT....Luckily the house is just over the next hill, so I top the hill, and turn the engine off, and coast into the driveway. All teh way to the garage even. Get out pop the hood just in time to have HOT, and I mean hot, coolant spray from the turbo feed line. Luckily it missed most of my body, as well as my cousin that came out to see what was going on. However it did cover a good portion of everything else.....Dammit, and Jeff said I couldn't break it
So now I've driven back to work in my Cousins carb'd 454 '78 C1500 pickup. Oh yea, it's got ~12" of lift, and 36's on it as well.....Talk about culture shock from changing from a Syclone to that!!!
In conclusion I think once I get the rat back to Jeff tonight, I'm going to stay the hell away from these trucks. Seems whenever I'm near one they break, I must be bad karma or something
Last night about 11pm or so, the GF decides she wants to go out for Ice Cream. No problem, it's a nice night and all, sounds like a great idea. SO we head out the door, and I convince her to ride in the Syclone (despite what it looks like), and we'll go get some ice cream. We hop in, and take off. Keep in mind she has a year old Shitzhu puppy that goes everywhere with her, so the dog is riding along as well. Following the advice of Jeff, I drive like a grandpa to get the ice cream, and we hang out there for a few. Time to head home, and we hop in the truck and head that way. I have to pull into traffic, so I get on it a little bit, maybe a pound or two of boost , but nothing strong. She says " wow it does feel pretty fast", I reply with a "yea it does OK"......So we cruise along for a few miles, and we manage to catch a red light. First in line even. I do a nice 2-3lb boost launch for her. As we leave the line, the dog YELPS. Not jsut a little wimper, but a full on, sounds like it's been kicked yelp. Scares the hell out of both of us. I let off about 75 as I don't want to scare her any more than I already have. She's silent. I mean not even looking at me silent. I'm thinking, great, I've blown it now.....We get parked, out of the truck, and walk inside, and still no words from her. Not sure whats going on I walk in anyway, and as she sets the dog down (which promptly runs and hides from me for some reason), she turns to me and says "That was pretty cool, you should buy one of these trucks for yourself, you don't need that $30k sports car you were looking at the other day"............I think this one might be a keeper.
So I come into work this morning, and tell Jeff about it, and how I feel bad that I keep posting about beating on his truck, and promise that I don't drive it that way all the time, and that he;s only getting the highlights.....He says to me "Don't worry, you can't break it"...I feel a bit reassured, and thank him again for the extended test drive.
Fast forward to lunch. I'm headed home to get my new coils for the Xtreme so hopefully I can start driving it again some. They were fedex'd in and were supposedly sitting on my porch. I'm driving along, do my usual 20 second scan of the gauges, and HOLY CRAP!!! the temps are at like 210!!!.....I immediately slow down (from 65 to 55 or so), and continue to watch. They're getting higher and higher....DAMMIT....Luckily the house is just over the next hill, so I top the hill, and turn the engine off, and coast into the driveway. All teh way to the garage even. Get out pop the hood just in time to have HOT, and I mean hot, coolant spray from the turbo feed line. Luckily it missed most of my body, as well as my cousin that came out to see what was going on. However it did cover a good portion of everything else.....Dammit, and Jeff said I couldn't break it
So now I've driven back to work in my Cousins carb'd 454 '78 C1500 pickup. Oh yea, it's got ~12" of lift, and 36's on it as well.....Talk about culture shock from changing from a Syclone to that!!!
In conclusion I think once I get the rat back to Jeff tonight, I'm going to stay the hell away from these trucks. Seems whenever I'm near one they break, I must be bad karma or something
