Prelude
WARNING: This first post is story time. It is long. Skip this if you wish. I only included this to chronicle my journey in acquiring a project vehicle.
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When I started looking for a project vehicle, I was looking for something under $2000. I looked around a bit on eBay, Autotrader, local ads, and Craigslist. I wasn’t looking for a particular car. As a matter of fact, at first I was considering undertaking a restoration project, so I ended up eyeing cars like a 65 Falcon, a 70 Mustang, and a 79 10th Anniversary Trans Am. But then I had an epiphany while I was at work one day. My conscience started talking to me:
“Self, do you realize what you’d be getting yourself into buying an old car? You have no welding experience, no body work experience, you have never worked on a carbureted engine in your entire life, and you want to buy a 45+ year-old car to get your feet wet?
“Why don’t you get something that you are more familiar with? Get a car that you won’t be afraid to break or mess something up on. Get a car with parts that are dirt cheap to track down. Plus, you’ve always wanted to go faster. Sure you could put a big engine in one of these old cars, but you wouldn’t want to take your nice restored car down to the quarter-mile strip too often would you? And have you seen an old-school muscle car try to autocross? It’s not pretty.”
My conscience was right. Jumping head-first into such a massive restoration project was not at all practical, not just in terms of my lack of experience in such matters but also from a fiscal point of view. I needed something that I could beat on regularly. Something that didn’t need a lot of body work. Something that I could sand down, throw a decent coat of paint on, wrench on the engine a little, and have it running in no time. So I started looking at a different breed of vehicle. I browsed around for a couple of weeks for vehicles that needed a little work for around the same $2000 budget, and I found a couple of 300ZX TTs, a few Mustangs, a C4 Vette, etc. These cars interested me, but nothing really popped out at me as being the ONE. Then, I stumbled upon two ads in the same day: 1G DSMs. Cheap, ugly, huge aftermarket, highly advanced platform, and can turn in ridiculous acceleration numbers with very few mods.
Brilliant.
Both were turbo models, but one was a FWD.
“FWD?!?! More like wrong wheel drive! My 3000GT was FWD, but now that I have experienced the fun of not-FWD in my 350Z I’m never going back down that road!”
So I took a look at the AWD model. It was a 91, had an extensive report from what seemed to be a pretty knowledgeable owner, and appeared to be in decent shape from the pictures. He said he’d throw in some extra parts as well. Based on the knowledge in his ad, I could tell he was familiar with the DSM platform, so I thought I might be able to track down this car. I used the links of the photos to track his forum posts, and they were consistent with what he was saying. He had rebuild the motor and done a few modifications but was having trouble tracking down a rough idle issue. Eventually he lost interest due to buying another DSM project and decided he wanted to get rid of his 1G. I called him up and asked to meet him the very next day. He gave me his address which was about 40 minutes south of where I lived and his house number in case I needed to reach him. He said that his cell phone service in the area was spotty and that many GPS devices have a hard time finding his residence, so he said I should call him when I get to the county road. Given that information, I should have known what to expect when driving my 350Z down to see this car, but I had no idea just how bad it’d be.
I get to within one mile of his place and make a turn on the county road and give him a call. He gives me basic directions and I begin my trek. The road I was going down was pleasantly paved, so I figured I’d be in the clear.
I could not have been more wrong.
About a quarter-mile into my journey, the paving ends. It’s dirt. I see a red barn he was talking though, so maybe I had already reached my destination. I drive down to the barn and I’m met with a dead end, so I park the Z in the dirt. I see a couple of men standing outside the barn and figure they might be related. They’re both wearing overalls and boots and have about 30 teeth between the two of them. Basically, they looked like Alabama fans. They are looking at me quite puzzled, a look I would expect driving a 350Z down a dirt road to a barn in the middle-of-freakin-nowhere. I walk up to them and ask for the guy, and they have no clue who I’m talking about.
“Guess I was supposed to take that turn 100 feet back,” I say to myself. “But wait, there wasn’t dirt back there. That was gravel.
“…crap.”
I call the guy to make sure I’m around where I need to be. He says he knows where I am and tells me to go down the gravel road and it will take me to his house.
So here I am in this 350Z, driving down this gravel road. There are no inclines for the first 200 yards, and all of a sudden I see a 90s Saturn sedan behind me. He’s going quite a bit faster than I am, and I’m thinking to myself “I hope you don’t expect me to go as fast in this 350Z that’s driving 2 inches off the ground!” Then, disaster strikes.
Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape. A damn bump in the gravel road rubs up against my undercarriage, making a quite unpleasant sound. I keep an eye out for more bumps and find plenty of them, taking them as slowly as humanly possible but still managing to catch a scrape or two, praying the sound I’m hearing is not my exhaust being totally destroyed. The road begins to twist and decline and I'm cringing as I go down the road, reminding myself that I have to take the same path home. After avoiding all those landmines, I finally get to the guy’s house. There’s a barn straight ahead so I pull in front of it. The guy behind me pulls ahead of me to park. It’s him.
We get to talking for awhile. I ask him all the basic questions, and then I ask him some more advanced questions related to his posts on the forums that he doesn’t know I’ve read. Everything he tells me is consistent with his posts, which reassures me he is legit. I take a look around the car, in the interior, and under the hood. The body is in good shape, the engine is all together, and the interior looks great for being 20 years old.
“This is the car.”
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