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great, I am specifically looking for a pre 76 (no K on top ) R180 with either 3.9 or 4.11 gearing

Well all are welcome at my house for any trips / visits to Vegas, whether it be business or pleasure, or both.:laugh:

Actually, I have a surpluss of beer from the house warming party I need to get rid of.:devious:

Thanks zbane

Trying to find out if there are any other members here in or around the Las Vegas area.

How bout a pre 76 r-180 with either 3.9 or 4.11 gears

Thats the way I feel. I bought the TEP bars and the rear fit fine, but the front did not fit at all, did not fit on 240ZTT's 240 either, or Daddz's 240 for that matter. Matter of fact out of the three 240's and four 280's between us...it would only fit in one 280. I therfore bought Ron's bars from PDK and have been happy ever since. Just my $0.02

I would drive it everyday if I were not too lazy to move the Jeep out of the driveway first. But I have been driving it pretty consistently since I relocated to a more hospitable climate.

I have a 110mm Nissan LSD and am looking to change my gear ratio. Is there any way to use a 115mm gear set or am I stuck with 110. Also anyone out there have either a 3.7, 3.9, or 4.11 gear set (110mm of course) or a complete diff they are willing to part with (you will be compensated)

Great Stuff from Beta Motorsports. Easiest way to get to where you want to go. Coilovers already mounted on shortened struts with a selection of insert types to choose from, plus it includes SCCA Street Prepared legal Camber Plates.

There is alot of work involved in setting up a set of coilovers, but it is well worth the hassle. I personally recomend Ground Control, but any kit should be just fine. Gotta remember it is nothing more than a threaded sleeve and a collar. Everybody uses the same upper spring perch and you can buy anybodys springs. Do a search on these forums for more detailed info, it has been talked about alot here, and on HybridZ.org

It depends on the pressure plate you are installing. Cannot remember off hand which one is which, but the 240 used a different height pressure plate than the rest of the models.

I meant to say it cost me bout 1000 bucks, not 100

I shipped thru Dependable Auto Shipper www.dasautoshippers.com . It cost me roughly 100bucks.

Just as an FYI... our move to Las Vegas is now complete. The Datsun arrived via Car Carrier last week. I am looking forward to getting involved with the west coast Z crowd, and enjoying thelack of rain for awhile. If anyone of the boards is planning a trip to Vegas..Mi Casa is Su Casa.

I should have clarified South East then huh. I will not be coming to Vancouver, dad now lives in SC, However, Portland may make a nice vacation spot in the near future. I will not be making a dity. We have not decided on the disposition of the Z yet...trailer or ship. I have to report to Salt Lake city prior to taking the assignment in Vegas.

This is only Z related because I am an owner. The family and I will be relocating, courtesy of Uncle Sam, to Las Vegas, NV. I will begin my recuiting duty at Centennial Station in October. The bad news is that we wanted to go south. The good news is I will be able to make it to next years West Coast Nationals. Z yall west coasters soon.

It really depends on the lighting conditions. In bright sunlight, the 110 red has a orange tint, in shade it is more red.

Yes I have seen this car. It is owned by the Prez of The Maryland Z-car Club. It is a very nice example and is the Highmilage one of the twins featured in Z-car mag many years ago. BTW he wants close to 20K for this one

Try Adjusting the lock arm at the striker mech...

11inch in some areas

I cannot remember who sent that to me but it is hilarious

The Carter is another good pump. Top-End performance recomends that one

You will have to provide a ground for the holly pump.

Dear Sandy, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Sandy." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Olivia's and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an arse that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on your couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Sandy? I doubt it. And I've never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Sandy, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Kim, that single mom we met at the Little League field a few years ago? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few beers and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our bedroom. And this chick is a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Sandy ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Lee's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Sandy, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Lee's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you. It's true, Sandy. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the f*cking remote is. Love, Wayne