Friday, January 20, 2012

Miata Mania - The Sickness Spreads

To paraphrase Lay's potato chips and their "betcha can't eat just one" tagline, it seems that my Miata addiction is not unlike an addiction to junk food - I can't *have* just one. Like a potato chip, Miatas are cheap, plentiful and far-too-easy to buy. Especially when one is grossly-underpriced.

I've been hitting Craigslist for the past few months, looking for odds-and-ends to pick up for my car. Things like wheels, trim bits, hard tops and complete, wrecked cars have piqued my interest and been chased down from time-to-time. Searching both the auto parts classifieds and the cars for sale by owner (with a max price of $2k) have netted some interesting finds. Including this silver '91:

I wasn't at all in the market for another complete and straight Miata, but the listing was too appealing - and the ad had only been posted about an hour prior to me seeing it. Thankfully the car was close to work, so I borrowed the shop truck and drove over to take a look. What I saw I liked; for the most part at least.
This woman approached me during my test drive and asked if I was selling it -
turns out she owns a yellow Miata.

Yes it's another '91, but the car has far more options than the elemental and pure red base model car I already had. Factory-equipped with air conditioning and anti-lock brakes. Plus, as a "B" package, this car also featured power steering, power windows, cruise control, alloy wheels, a leather-wrapped steering wheel, factory headrest speakers and a power antenna (no longer present on this car). Every option except the desirable limited-slip rear differential. None of these options matter much to me. Living in coastal northern San Diego County, I have little use for these comfort and convenience options and prefer the feedback provided by the manual steering in the red car. But all are good to have for future resale, should the time come.

Not only was this a relatively-loaded specimen, but it was also a clean, low-mileage (102k) car that was being sold by the original enthusiast owner. She loved the car, but got spooked after getting grazed by a lifted pickup truck on a local freeway exit ramp in late 2010.

After the incident, she drove home and parked the garage. That would be the last time she drove the car. She now drives a boring Nissan Murano. Not realizing the true market value, she priced the car closer to the blue-book value and hoped for the best.

A brief test drive made my decision to purchase easy. It had fewer squeaks than the red car, a less-faded interior and the top was newer and had been replaced with a unit with a glass rear window. A tonneau cover was also included - all major plusses. However, the tires were cracked and worn down to the wear bears. And the paint, while in a preferred and less-flashy silver, wasn't as nice as on the red car. The oil filter was dated Feb '09, but the oil still looked okay. No matter, it was a major deal at her asking price. So that's what I offered.

I had sold a mountain bike the previous weekend, so I had most of the cash on-hand. A trip to the bank the next morning secured the balance.

Since the registration had expired, and since the seller had a few extra, unused tows from her annual AAA membership, she offered to have the car flat-bedded the five miles to my house, free of charge.

It was home 24 hours after first laying eyes on it.  Then I started making plans.
To be continued...

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

SAAB Story

Sorry for the massively-cliched headline, but it's all I got.
Sadly the collection of the SAAB museum is headed for auction. I've long been a fan of these quirky Swede machines and have owned three examples so far. Anyone care to loan me several hinkar* of krona to keep the museum going? If so, email me.

*Swedish for buckets (according to Google Translate anyway)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Mexico Day Trip

Some pix from a quick trip to Tecate, Baja California to wrench on some bikes at the Rancho Nazaret Hogar de NiƱos oprhanage.
 border crossing at Tecate
 cemetery
 the boy's bikes, ready for some repairs and tuning
 with a gadget
 I've never seen a tire so evenly and thoroughly worn out
 rollin'
 ready to rip down a hill
 Electra bikes last
 Cat
 diesel injectors
 mangy mutts
 mariposa
 discarded desks
 coop
 Jose, future mechanic
 lumber store dog
 street taco stand
 70 min border wait
ads painted on the border fence
 tamale wagon
 street vendor tries his best to peddle religious tchotchkes (we bought churros instead)
border Maria

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Down On The Street

Or, more fittingly, down on the parking lot of a soon-to-be-demolished onetime Carlsbad resort, being scraped away for a Lowes.
I've been pedaling past the former Olympic Resort in Carlsbad for a few years now. About a year ago my "cardar" spotted an interesting shaped vehicle under cover along the south side of the doomed building. It turns out, that parked amongst the construction vehicles and trailers was a shooting brake of genuine English provenance.

In this case, it's a 1976 Jensen GT. And if the Wikipedia entry is to be believed, this is certainly the rarest car I've spotted in the wild, with only 509 having been built during the car's brief eight month production run.
 

I've always loved the shooting brake body style. Then again, I am a sucker for wagons and hatchbacks. Notchbacks are such a waste, give me the long-roof version of any car where it's available.

And vintage tires had such cool tread patterns and minimal graphics on tall sidewalls. Too bad these old Pirellis are no longer road-worthy

Check out the registration on these blue plates - this car has been off the road for at least 27 years:

At least it looks complete and pretty straight and complete. Maybe some masochist will take on a restoration of it and its 2 liter Lotus engine.
 
One more look at that roofline:
Somebody make it run and lash a surfboard to the roof. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Down On The Street

This fantastic, plastic specimen was found at a Carlsbad detail shop's lot late last week.
I don't know much about Corvettes, but I do like the "C2" Sting Ray body style from the 60s. Especially in coupe form. Still, I wouldn't kick this convertible example out of the garage.
Especially since this one is equipped with a four-speed manual transmission.
Still sporting the original black plates, this car has always been registered in the Golden State.
Too bad most all modern cars have computer-generated badging. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of GM there has to be a hand drawing of this Corvette script.

The tacky gingerbread like this cosmetic fender vent indicates that this car is a '63. By '64, they were gone, as was the iconic split rear window on the coupe.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Kiwi Song Of The Day

The Slide by Tall Dwarfs, from the Dogma EP (1987)



(official video here - I couldn't get the embed code from this video to work with Blogger)

Tall Dwarfs were Chris Knox and Alec Bathgate. Known for their lo-fi and four-track recordings, they laid the groundwork for much of New Zealand's Flying Nun Records and the bands that recorded for the storied label.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2011 Ride Stats

WARNING! - excessive gloating ahead, proceed with great caution.

A lot of time was spent pushing the pedals in 2011. 425 hours, 21 minutes and 57 seconds - if I believe the stats from my aging Garmin GPS.
During that time, 17.7 days or 10.62 typical work weeks, 7,715 miles passed beneath the tires of a few different bikes in the fleet (mostly my Moots Vamoots CR road bike). That's like riding from Carlsbad to San Diego then to Halifax, Nova Scotia, back to San Diego and returning to Carlsbad...
...with 185 miles left over. So up to Los Angeles and back as a parade lap.

And over those miles I had an elevation gain of 512,807'. 97.12 miles - or 17.66 Everests. But at least I had the benefit of plenty of oxygen and a near-perfect climate for my climbing.
458,775 calories were burned while on the bike, or converted to a standard that most Americans could relate to - 851 Big Macs®.
Virtually all of the miles were accumulated during my daily commutes to and from work, generally 18.5 miles to work and 12 from work, along with long Saturday and Sunday morning rides. Thanks to my friends Graham and Derek for joining me on many road and mountain bike rides this year.

I'm tired. And hungry. I wonder why...