It's that time again. Cleaning all the car-blood off the front of the grape for another lemons race this coming weekend. This time, we are back at Autobahn C.C., but running the south section with over 100 other pieces of volatile machinery. It's gonna be a bloodbath. This is a fast, tricky course.
Our tire situation was a fiasco. The high-treadwear, reverse-stretched 215/40/16 Maxxis MA-Z1's on the 16x6 slicer wheels feel like driving on melting chocolate. If you own a Taurus and want to upgrade your wheels and tires to anything good, just kill yourself now. The best I could work with were these China 17x7.5's, now wearing 235/40 Nitto NT-05's to fully exploit the 190 minimum treadwear rule.

They increase track and ride height by an inch. The car now no longer drags it's mufflers all over the place and feels pretty damn good.

Speaking of mufflers, they exploded and fell apart. Lemons can destroy anything.

Can't believe I'm repairing mufflers, but it's easier than redoing all this bullshit. Took some baffles out cause the team thought the car was too quiet.

Patched them back together with some pelts from a Deere I slayed...

Closeup shot of the fender vents, which are actually functional.

Bleeding the air from the cooling system on this thing is a real bitch. A new addition to the car is a swirl tank setup. Found these at the yard. The one on the right comes from an early 90's Crown Vic, but we couldn't pass up the Econoline one. They come with 16psi caps, but an 18psi one from a GM 3300-powered car screws on. Using the 18psi cap on this thing with 300 different locations for a possible leak made me reconsider using it though.

Watch the rusty water circulate! Can't beat it for $10.

Our battery is shot, and our cam or crank sensor is dead. Fortunately, we got some residual value and another Metro convertible maniac (yes, they are out there) bought some nasty crap from our car. We snapped our front motor mount too, so that has been beefed up. I think with 10 more races, we might have this car figured out to the point where we have a chance.