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now that's some funny sh_t

Three Xenon urethane front - air dams: one 240Z/260Z (never used), and two 280Z with one in mint condition, the other is a bit scuffed. The 280Z air dams may be used on 240Zs but you would have to relocate the lower front ambers located on the valance or simply replace them with 280Z "grill" ambers. Sorry, but absolutely no shipping. I tried. I found it to be way too expensive. FedEx ground -shipping was right around $50 and UPS wont even touch it. Not to mention it took me 30 minutes and two rolls of tape to mummy one air dam in hopes to further cut shipping cost. 240Z air dam as new - $75 280Z air dam(s) mint cond.- $65 / scuffed $45 The prices are low cause I'm not here to rip off fellow Zers..."what comes around goes around." I live in San Diego, CA. but the FD affords me a relaxed schedule, so I could meet you guys from LA say in Oceanside.

I wish!

Hey Carl---Truth be told, I find you as one sharp guy. No kidding. Your words convey a certain "raw-edge" and "truth" not easy to obtain by most people. For that matter, by most writers. It's kinda like "you either have it, or you don't." For better or worst, you have that ability, that intensity. Are you familiar with the book "catcher in the rye" written by JD Salinger? A long time favorite amongst young writers. It's still one of my all time favorites. While the subject matter may be classified as "just okay." The writing, the style, the words are unforgettable. In it's release, years and years ago, it turned the, then establishment, on it's ear. JD Salinger and you seem to be cut from the same fabric. Perhaps it is you, Carl, who should be writing. BTW---Thank you for having returned my leg, I need it for surfing. Without it I would have been forced to join the ranks of the boogieboarders. My friends would have stoned me!

Easy there Tiger. I was actually poking fun at myself. Not you, or anyone else for that matter. No, not at all. Just me. I can laugh at myself. However, if I did offend you in anyway, I whole hardily apologize to you sir. As that was not my intention. That would be the last thing I would do to a fellow Z enthusiast. I will do my best in the future to avoid a repeat. Again, I was just trying to spread a little laughter; even at my own expense. Apparently I fell short...sorry guys!:sleepy:

Actually, and contrary to what some have speculated, I'm a just a Z lover like the rest of you who has to work as a Firefighter to keep the lights on. However, to be fair it has been said, by more than a few, that I have a very "fertile" imagination. I have contributed a few editorials, technical and otherwise, to F1 (my other passion) and Surfing publications. Even Fox News Network (though only once for them). Frankly, nothing really note worthy. BTW---Your initial diagnosis concerning my literary influence was very close. I did have some fun in my four years at SDSU. I believe the correct terminology is commonly refereed to as "experimenting." For those of us in deep denial anyway ().

Last week during an online chat, a few members, here at CZCC, asked me to keep an "eye open" for available Z cars in and near my home, here in San Diego, California. Per your request I have compiled a few Z examples offered in this weeks (San Diego edition) AutoTrader. I had some difficulty reproducing these tiny images on cheap news print so keep that in mine when you view the attachment bellow. One ad in particular, a hot 71-240Z, seems suspect at $1,500. I think it has since been sold. But, you never know. More bad news, I discovered a 77 280Z Fairlady fixer-upper, RHD of course with power assisted fender mirrors too. Asking price.....$500 (talk about sticker shock)! Of course my response was too late. It's gone...no surprise either. Anyway, I wish you all good luck with your hunt for that elusive "forgotten Z barn." You can be sure they're still a few out there somewhere. --Jerry

"You don't shake a memory like that overnight." I wrote this little story while waiting at home with a friend for a third party to go surfing. He has a brand new F-250 pickup with the suicide doors, a killer CD player, and best of all, his Father's gas card;the perfect surf mobile. I'll take a gas card over a Hum Vee any day. He was running late, so there we sat, in darkness watching a Body By Jake infomercial while sipping on coffee so strong my stir-stick remained centered in the cup. Another ten minutes goes by without his headlights. I hit the remote in hopes of catching yesterdays Lakers vs. Clipper score. Then it starts, He looks out the window, down the street, nothing but a zig zagging paperboy. I ask him to mellow out. He justifies his anger with "we should leave now, right now"..."forget him"... "the sun will soon rise!" With a horrified look I respond to his last statement with sarcasm "the sun will rise...are you sure?"..."should I alert the news stations or grab the cam camcorder first?"....I know, I know, I got it.....if your prediction comes true we can use it to petition your wrongful flunking back in the third grade"! ..."sound good to you, David Copperfield?" He pours himself the last cup from our second pot of coffee. As a CNN reporter describes the mounting tension from the middle east...I can see my friend shaking his head in disapproval. He's got that look again. Years of friendship tells me to run, but my need to go surfing tells me to ride it out. "Why," I ask myself. "Why now, why me, why on a weekend with good surf?" "Why...... and where the hell is my friend and his perfect truck?" He turns his agitated attention is on the TV, World News to be exact. Oh boy, here we go. He sums up every topic with "it sucks," or "they suck." I hate the thought of being in jail, but can't decide whether or not I hate my friends attitude more. I stand up, to turn and face my kitchen. The kitchen with a frying pan that when used properly by an adult, could deliver a blow to his chattering pin head to correct this situation. Instead I proceed to illustrate to this mental midget for whom I call friend, the idea behind the phrase "be careful what you wish for, it may come true." This was achieved by transplanting the political landscape into Mr. Rogers neighborhood. Why you ask? You have to understand your intended audience. I once observed him arguing over what to do with your old Christmas tree with a stray dog. You don't shake a memory like that overnight. Right in the middle of this insane scenario I stopped. Call it hunch, but when his face started turning red with anger and his fists were clinched so tightly his knuckles were white, I suddenly had the distinct feeling he was going to beat me to that frying pan. "I wish I was David Copperfeild, I would saw you in half right now" he growled. "If I have to stay here and listen to you complain for another minute I'll gladly hand you a saw." I replied Nothing is said for a few seconds, then without hint, or warning we both break out in laughter. Have you ever found yourself laughing at a thought just because it was so stupid? Not funny, just plain and simple stupidity. Well, my brand of humor is dependent on it. We continued laughing. We were both out of control and we knew it. Helpless, we began to laugh even harder, and louder with no end in sight. My girl friend is now awake and screaming from the bedroom at us to shut up. She leaps out of bed and marches into the living room with every intention to bitch me out, but no lie, she stands there with her arms folded and eyes glaring at me, when all of the sudden she started laughing too. Now this may sound strange, but I as I watched her laughing away I could sense her anger still growing at an alarming rate. Now, we're all laughing together and harder than before because.... a). me and my friend are idiots anyway . my girlfriend's face starts to resembles a strobe light as she struggles in vain to gain control over this laughter and start bitching....kinda like that movie Sible, or Mommy Dearest. c). and best of all, we know, that she knows, we know (still with me?) she has no idea why she's laughing. When my other friend finally shows up, we try and explain what happened, but neither one of us can do it without laughing again. So now he's pissed at us and thinks we're purposely keeping a secret from him and he feels left out. The three of us will never convince him that there was no funny story, no joke, no incident. You talk about losing a friendship over nothing...sheeesh!

Wouldn't it just blow your mind to see Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush pull up in their Z cars to Marilyn Mansion's crib to help drop a fresh Q45 engine into his slammed Fairlady? The following day all three of them would be wearing "I'm with stupid" tee-shirts, licking ice-cream cones while rollerbladding down the boardwalk. Huh, huh? You turn the TV on in time to see Rush Limbaugh and Phil Donahue adorned in matching tank-tops, with silk screened unicorns and rainbows, tearing-it-up on Soul Train! Then, Saddam beats George W. drag racing in the UN parking lot three times in a row. Working on a hot tip from d*** Cheney, the weapons inspectors begin searching Saddam's 240ZG for NOS (previously undeclared). The French are seen letting the air out of George W.'s 350Zs tires. After watching a Teletubby episode, a newly inspired Sadism tosses a free case of motor oil to a busy George W. carefully braiding cornrows on Snoop Doggy Dog's head. Jerry Lewis appears exciting the French who then abort their "LeBush 350Z sabotage" mission in favor of stocking Mr. Lewis. Jerry Springier and Oprah Winfrey get hitched live on Fear Factor. But, no honeymoon for these two, they're too busy hosting an "all Z, all day" Fox cable talk show highlighting parents of Siamese twins and their consant struggle to properly tune SU round top carburetors. Every night, Mike Tyson would fall asleep to dream of..."puppies clumsily chasing butterflies across the clouds, only to wind up as road kill under his metalic-green 280ZXT"

One set of 78 hood louvers in great condition, no breaks, no cracks, no stress marks either. All eight attachment bolts are there too. All I needed was the hood so these louvers are extra. $40 *includes shipping anywhere in the US. One stock drivers side mirror (since only one side was ever produced for US). No rust on the mirror itself, some light surface rust on the interior base washer. Glass has no cracks, scratches, or scuffing All mounting hardware to include factory base-washer, rubber base seal (no cracks), and 12mm nut & anchor bolt. This mirror is thirty years old so the chrome has some tiny "pimples" on it, they resemble small pin pricks; if that makes any sense. $40 *includes shipping anywhere in the US. F1apex@aol.com (619) 839-7813

Hey Ben--Thank you! Thank you very much. Wow, I was way off the mark wasn't I? Well, I definitely owe you one. It's going in the trash since I refuse to use AC on ant of my Z cars...now, my Maxima is a different story as it designed to comfort, not performance (although, she can easily chew up most Hondas with little to no effort). Ben, once more, I wish to express my appreciation for your time and expertise---Jerry

Hey Gang---Can someone please help me out? I picked up a clean 240Z shell (plenty to be found here in sunny San Diego) a few months back to build a 240ZT cause I couldn't bare to experiment on my series one 240. The car came with some extra stuff. Anyway, I found this part (see attachment) in the car and I'm not too sure what it is. I'm thinking it's either a 280ZX fuel pump, or regulator; I'm not real sure though. Actually, I'm clueless. I would really appreciate your experience on this matter.

Porn. Porn. Porn, plain and simple. Yes, that's where I get my inspiration from, porn. There are ya happy now? Boy, am I really that transparent? Man, if you guys can see it that must mean my girl friend is on to me as well. Maybe I should find a better hiding place to stash all dirty my magazines. I owe you guys one, thanks.

I remember two years ago I was responding to an ad for a 1970 240Z. I arrived ten minutes too late, no surprise either since the "asking" price was $500! I stood helpless staring at the red rocket as the new owner drove away. Ten minute! But, I did manage another 70Z for $640 and that's how it all began. The owner, a kid, just bought a Honda CRX and wanted nothing more to do with it. I couldn't close the rear hatch because this kid was so happy to see it go he started handing me every spare Z part he had. It was clear he wanted no trace of this car. He carried each part from his garage to the Z like it was road kill. The whole time wearing a smirk on his pimpled pin head like he had just pulled one over on me. Yeah, it needed work, but it suffered more from neglect than old age. I'll confess, I too resembled the Joker as he handed me the pink slip. It was a nervous 12 mile ride home mumbling "please, oh please just make it home," "please God just this once," I promise to be good from now on God….you'll see.....oh please"... " I'll never...." Of course the moment I realized I was still moving forward a block from my driveway I dropped the harp and waved a pitch fork as I plotted my revenge on that kid; and his pimples. I swore (to Satan since I'm sure God is wise to me) that someday soon, I'll hunt down that kid and his CRX. I replayed my extreme 3D Z action packed thriller (not the full version, just the trailer.....blame it on my ADD) in my head as I wrenched away on the Z. It would begin with a close up of the kid fumbling for his American idol CD reaching under his purple/mango/velvet Recaros. The 35 point kevlar harness wont yield the extra inch needed to grab the CD. Suddenly, his satellite dish like ears perk up as they become filled with the unmistakable sound of raw horse power. His head desperately twisting in every direction to catch a glimpse, "where the hell did go?" he wondered. "Where could he be?" , "He's gone, he chickened out...hit and run, well it's the best thing he could have done for himself," he said confidently. Suddenly there was an explosion! It felt like a bomb setting off right underneath his rice rocket.WOW there it was again! His rear view mirror, now filled, held all the answers and if the head lights gain another inch he will surely lose his triple decker "picnic bench" rear spoiler. He grabs a hand full of Momo and the tach needle leaps into red. He turns to his mirrors to gauge the damage but the head lights are in fact now brighter, and blinding. No time for plan B (plan B: praying the death mobile chewing away his ninja-aero bumper will soon run out of gas) because the approaching hair pin corner can only accommodate one vehicle at a time. A decisive partition, a testosterone measuring cup, limited by designed to label only two distinctions, "the Men from the boys." Soon the theory of relativity will reward the victor. It's now. The time is now. The unforgiving hairpin is still yards away, however, it is time. The CRX tac needle bouncing in and out of the red authenticate to him that this is not a drill. He release his grip from the Momo, it's in fifth now, and with his foot firmly planted on the floorboard there's no where to hide. You just put it all out. For a brief moment, he feels a strange calm wash over him. All the while hauling across asphalt while warped tightly in ton of steel with only four small patches of rubber making contact with the earth. With fingers crossed he hesitantly peers up at his rear view mirror for truth. He sighs with a mix of joy and relief-no haunting headlights. Glancing to his right he sees his reflection in the glass and beyond an empty lane; not good. The joy is gone. He snaps his head to the left and there she is, doom. Doom is framed against his driver side window. Like a scene from his worse motorsport nightmare his CRX has given it's all and it's only begun. Helpless, he now watches as the sugar-scoop headlights that once taunted him are now locked and dedicated on the ensuing apex. His memory serves him well as he attaches them to a Datsun 240Z. His old 240Z. Another look to discover my keyboard smile and a good-bye sucker wave and he uncovers the daily double, X gets the square, game over. Here's when I slow the movie down and move in close to capture his red volcano ridden face in absolute horror as the puzzle is solved. The blur effortlessly pulling away, the blur responsible for his arse whooping was once his. He will then realize his multiple billboard stickers are all a lie and his chromed - trash barrel - euro tuned - Pee Ditty - muffler was just extra weight for his glorified golf cart. Time for him to seek another religion ...."cut, cut, cut, that's a take everybody."

http://www.geocities.com/row4navy/engine.html Grab an F54 block with an N42, or P90-shaved and have it bored 3mm. Find an LD28 crankshaft (or buy mine), a set of 73 240Z - 9mm rods, a set plus two (since they were 4 bangers)240SX pistons (to establish proper "deck & stroke height"). Use a 240Z flywheel and it's 2 row harmonic pulley (the single row from MSA if you can). Gather them all up and hand it over to a competent machinist to have balanced. You know the rest

The Maxima diesel crankshaft is the one you want to build a stroker. Pick up the book written by Frank Honsowetz entitled "how to modify your Nissan & Datsun OHC engine." In chapter two, "crankshafts," on page twenty, he recommends the LD28 crankshaft for a stroker an L24, L26, or an L28. If you need one, I have one for you. They usually run about $225 - $300 on zcar.com for sale forum. I'll sell mine for $175 cause your a Classic Z Car Club member.---Jerry

I too was inspired by the same Z