after 3 weeks of on and off rebuilding of my engine, last night at about 7pm the last rubber hose was connected and it was DDAY for my engine....
so i popped the key in.... and after a short moment of the engine trying to get fuel into the bastard... NER-NER-NER-NER-NER-NER...
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM




she kicked over and with a great roar of power the Lemon-Toe was reborn... no leaks... BRILLIANT!
so i took it for a quick spin to put some more gas in it and burn off all the grease and sh*t off the exhaust manifold and returned to my olds house to say goodbye and begin my 3 hour drive back to my home...
so i left at about 8pm.... crossed through town... hit the drive through (because i could

power......
power????
im losing performance.....

hour and a half into the drive and above 4000 revs theres a clattering going on in my engine bay...... OH sh*t
i slowly reduced my speed down to 50kph over a half hour period and pulled into geraldine at about 10 clattering like a motherfuck... and as i went round a turn off at about 30kph it died.... PAS and PAB were lost and it just switched off.... so i pulled up on the side of the road and tried to restart.... CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER.... sh*t not a good idea.... temp gauge was 3/4 of the way up.... so i had to ring dad to come get me....
at midnight he arrived and checked everything in the engine bay, no lose hoses, radiator was full.... but the engine was f**king hot... so i restarted the engine and it purred under idle... but once i brought the revs back up the clatter came back... sounds like its in the top half of the engine... cams or something...
so im back to square 3 basically..... i think i should have invested in that second hand engine.... oh well
so yes, i abandoned the fto in geraldine for the night and dad brought e home... got home at 1am.... slept for a bit then dad left at 6am to make the 3 hour journy back to chch to pick up a trailor to make the 2 hour journy back to my car and then back to christchurch again to begin stripping it down...... AGAIN...
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo not funny.... not happy.... i am so f**king ropeable, and thanks to whoever the f**k that little :edit: (Kazbah

so yeah...
not happy...
Big shout out to my dad, hes worked some bloddy long hours on the fecker helping me out and chasing me around the south island saving my arse.... yet again...
BTW i took heaps of picas of the rebuild but i left my bloody camera in the garage at dads place.... clever






















