Life begins at 20.5 psi and 10 degrees timing advance.
I have know idea how I drove the car before. It seriously sucked ballsack. I'm now adicted to 100 octane. It's my new minimum standard. 87 octane was pee water before... now it's 94 octane. That stuff is crap that was never meant to be in an engine.
I went to mt horeb to deliver axle shafts and *deleted*, and brought my ten gallons of 100 octane with me. after about 45 minutes of struggling to get it into the car we were finally on our way.
Emanage hooked to laptop, logger, boost controller, and driving is a difficult task to keep 2 sets of eyes on, so we added a G-tech also. (Just to make it official, and give some numbers we could post on 3si.
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We started out at 3 degrees timing advance acrossed the board. you could actually feel just that little amount of difference.
So then we up from 18.5 to 19.5. still wanted more.
Added timing. 5 degrees advance across the board. She's faster. could be better.
Add another 5 degrees. yes, a straight 10 degree timing advance everywhere.
Wham. Giggle like two school girls. third gear now feels like second. Massive amounts of torque. The kinds of torque that honda owners dream about, and domestic owners claim is the secret to the universe.
We didn't try a launch, cause of my clutch, but I'd imagine first gear is pretty useless now. It goes through second like a fat kid eats a cupcake.
We would have pushed the envelope more, but the battery gave up on the laptop.
So we upped the boost one more time to 20.5 PSI. and gave her another run. Yeah, that was nice. not to be confused with slow. Way sweet. we made another pass, and caught 4~5 counts of knock. probably heat soak. we've been asking alot of the stock intercoolers on a 90+ degree day with a fair amount of humidity.
dial the boost down 1/2 a psi, and give her hell again. sputtering and coughing. and again the next time I get on it. boo.
My $1.36 champion spark plugs have officially given up. I do have to say, for the cheapest spark plugs made by man, they held up to alot of abuse. I'm figuring somewhere's in the neighborhood of 500+ horsepower on a cheap-assed-charlie spark plug isn't anything to squack at.
We went back, had pizza, I stopped shaking like a dog shitting tacks, and then we headed for home.
I still had half a tank of race gas in the tub, so I had to have a bit of fun on the way home. I was pretty good until the long S leaving madison to sun prairie. Greg got on it a bit to go around a semi, and I got on it a bit to get on it a bit, and ended up getting on it a bit more than a bit. 20.5 PSI around that corner, no blow out. beautiful. the way a mean nasty car was meant to be.
then after wards greg caught back up, and revved on me... took me easy. I couldn't build boost past about 5 psi without sputter. booo.
Greg got off, and I continued home. At the exit for 151 I apparently pissed off some old guy in a lincon (sp?) towncar. he started flashing his brights and tail gating me. I put up with it for a while (1 1/2? through the construction on 151) then when the roads cleared, I let him get along side me. He goes to give me the finger, and before he can I was gone. Apparently if I cruise for a while the plugs clean themselves up a bit... hmmm...
A little bit outside of columbus I found a black late body style camaro SS. tinted windows, exhaust. He did not know who he was f***ing with. We started out at about 55. I was in third. he was so far behind by the middle of fourth it's not even worth calling a race.
About five minutes later he caught up. He started yelling out his window that he wanted to go again, but I yelled back he was as much of a waste of gas as a honda. that pissed him off.
He got on it then and there, just like I expected. I was going about 75, downshifted, caught him, passed him, and flipped on the hazards as soon as I passed him, then slowed back down. Dear lord these domestic guys dont know when to quit.
So, I set the cruise once more, and continued on my merry way despite a pissed off camaro reving, tailgatting, and generally messing with my chi. after about 15 minutes he gave up, and took off at about 90.
My next adventure was an eclipse with Altezza taillights.
I have no idea what that kid was thinking. owned. He accepted it, gave me the thumbs up, and cruised behind me for a while.
The next adventure was sort of different. I was coming up 26 to hook up with 41, and I happened to pass a volkswagon. It looked like a litte coupe. It had what looked like VR4 badging on the back. (by this time it's getting dark) Maybe a VR6?? It had freaking bright headlights and fog lights. The blue ones.
He started tailgatting me after a while. now idea. I was stuck behind a cargo van going 55 in one of the many no passing zones... So as soon as it hits double lane I get on it in 5th gear, and the little volkswagon that could is right on my bumper. He swings to the right lane to pass me once he's by the cargo van. I stay in it, and his lane ends before he can finish, but he was coming up pretty good.
Well, I didn't really think to much of it, and continued on, but he started tailgatting me again.
We get up to some traffic, and it's in a passing zone. about 5 or 6 cars. I grab the passing lane and blast by all of them. little sputter. damn pulgs. To my suprise that little volkswagon is right behind me again. he also threw it by all the names econoboxes, farming trucks and tarus's. Well I'll be double dipped. I slow down to let him catch up. by this time we are at the on ramp for 41. I let him catch up on the on ramp, and then give her hell. Sputter. cough. sputter. damn it. He's right there. we get on the highway, and he takes the left lane. we're going about 55. He gets on it, and once I see him pull I get on it. I tried to slowly roll into the boost, and it seemed to go better. I slowly reeled him in until I was on the throttle full. Then I screamed by him. not bad for a little volkswagon. He faired better than the camaro.
So, now, I have NGK coppers ready to giv'er hell at the nationals. I'ma pull the plugs, re-pressure test, and get my laptop rigged up to work. Greg, we broke the USB port while you were tunning.
That's power. So I have to find the little black piece of platic or get my backup laptop ready to rock and roll.
I'll be doing my damned'est to get a trailer for the NG. Then I will be going for the record at the 1/4 mile track. I'ma Break sumpin'.
Adam ~ Certified high octane junky.
I just tried to plug my camera into it last night and it was a no go with the usb... wonder where that little plastic piece that broke off is... can anybody fix a usb port on a laptop motherboard?