For those who have missed out on the happy moments, here is a re-cap. What it takes to own a modded ride
Part I (What it takes to own a modded ride ??).
Disclaimer: Kindly proceed only after you have read Part I. Writer is not responsible for the lack of connection with the subject at hand you would face if read otherwise.This is a rather long rant. If you are a busy person, turn back now.
I am sure you all would have heard the phrase "two sides of a coin"? Well the art of modding your car is very much like a coin. Except that you need a LOT of coins to mod your cars. And when coins are not enough, be prepared to shell out some (relative) crisp ones as well. It just doesn't stop there. Extend your arm and very soon you will realize that you would have to forgo your leg as well. Maybe a kidney too. Do note that during this period your brain is the only organ that needs to be intact and yet not functioning.
Modding has two sides, heads (happy side) & tails (dark side). Most men know what side they wish to be. It goes without saying they would pick the happy side anyday. This side of the coin means:
1. You stay happy by being satisfied with a stock car.
2. Or you just follow the herd and play safe with minimal mods.
Unfortunately, I belonged to neither. Call it my foolishness, my stupidity. Or in plain words a zeal to do something different, to achieve something out of the ordinary. Oh, utter rubbish isn't it? Come on, I didn't find any other excuse to console myself
. But so harsh is the truth of life, that it almost shakes you off your feet, your beliefs and most importantly the way you look at life.
Does god exist? You begin to wonder! If he/she does, would he/she (just to save myself from being called a sexist) let you face this pain? Perhaps not. Perhaps yes? But isn't there a simpler way to teach you the fact of life? Without having to rip your heart apart with every passing moment, taking the air out of your lungs, choking you to a death that seems to last an eternity! Have you experienced such pain? I have. Want to know how? Read on........
For those of you who know me either through this forum or personally, know my passion for my car. At times I have been made fun of, laughed at, booed at for this madness. At other times, people have appreciated this madness, given me hope to go ahead & achieve my dream. However absurd it may have sounded. I did in all my capacity try to do as much as I could. Or atleast I thought. But now when I look back at the horrid times, I begin to wonder. Wonder Why? Why ME?
Ok, I think thats enough of the crap. Lets get to the point.
1 month prior to Speed Run 2007, Bombay: I had a spare NOS kit lying at home for quite a while. Since someone ordered it with jet sizes ranging from 120-250bhp, I was promised to get jets made in the sizes I required. In the meantime, I was told that some of my friends put together lost bits of the NOS kit trying to pass it on from one to the other. End result, the person who had the custody of the NOS replaced some of the parts that were lost & I was asked to pay to get a set of jets made.
A week later, NOS is installed. Head mechanic takes it for a trial run & tests NOS. I am on my way to pick up my car & to test NOS on it for the first time. On reaching the garage I am told I was lucky not to have blown my engine. Due to imperfection of jets made & the bigger plumbing on the kit there was excess dosage of NOS fired. Luckily for me only the spark plugs I had imported (Zex plugs for NOS applications) bore the brunt and two out of four cracked. I was told I was only lucky to get away with that much, others had blown their heads. Whew, breathing a sigh of relief went back home that I was not the one to have done the first test. Had something gone wrong I would have been blamed and no one else. Even if it meant, it wasn't my fault.
2. Speed Run 07: Car was ready, on the last minute. Memo & me set off driving down to Bombay. The engine was built in such a way that it would run with no issues on 91 Oct or so I was told. I must admit that we drove all the way to Bombay with the engine "pinging" from 2,000-3,500 rpm. I was quite wary of the fact that this could be harmful for the engine, but memo kept arguing that the sound was not pinging but sound from the loose exhaust hitting the underbody. When I was challenged on the wealth of knowledge about engines when compared to my friends I kept quite thinking the 3 brilliant brains must be right and me wrong.
We reached Bombay only to figure out that the engine was indeed pinging. Switched to 97 Oct fuel, and the pinging stopped only momentarily. One day before the drag my car had overheating issues. Culprit was the radiator fan sensor that had gone kaput. Car did quite well on the practice run at Speed Run. On the way back to the hotel, I drove the car and found there was something wrong. Everyone dismissed my claims saying I was cribbing inspite of being the second fastest on the grid during practice.
Next day we hit the strip & completed the run much to my disappointment. We had not only clocked a much slower timing, but the other day we had gone a good 0.2 secs faster by only revving to 5,000 rpm. This time though the car was revved upto 6,750. I think it was not such a good trip overall, which only got worse a tad later.
Driving back to the hotel where we were put up, I was sure 100% that there was something wrong with the car. The engine was not anywhere near to what it had been on the Pune-Bombay expressway. A few minutes later we realized that the headgasket had gone kaput. Took out all the plugs and cranked the engine & water oozed out of the 4th (or was it 3rd) cylinder. The car was to be driven down to Bangalore the next day, but now it had to be left back at Bombay till the transporter we had arranged for could find a truck. Car landed in Bangalore 15 days later IIRC.