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That's all I've ever heard of either, the early N42 blocks, not the F54's.

Just saw this one the other night on a rerun of an NCIS episode from 2008 called "Heartland Special" Gibbs is having a flashback to his younger years spent in his hometown. He's walking down the main street and for a second in the background there is an S30 Z with mismatch painted panels on it.

I haven't heard this one before. AFAIK all 225mm S30 coupe flywheels are 23.1lbs and cast with "E30". Of course, I haven't personally dismantled any series one cars. The light 225mm flywheel came on manual trans equipped 810 and 910 Maximas. It weighs 17.6lbs and is cast with "Y70". I've got one in my car now.

I've got one for sale still. The reluctor end has some wiggle, but it worked fine on my car. http://forums.hybridz.org/showthread.php?t=146222

You can try getting a tool between the hose and neck on the tank. The one I use is colloquially referred to as a "nose picker". If you can run the tool between the two for the entire circumference then it should be smooth sailing from there.

Drug my 510 home the other day and I couldn't resist. They probably would have posed on the Z too, but it has been sitting under trees with too many birds in them.

The IH isn't an LD28, but an SD series motor. The crank wouldn't work in an L series motor. Also, this thread is pretty old but it is good to see I'm not the only one who has schemed and plotted the 90 x 90 idea.

Some nice shots there. My dad had a squareback almost exactly like the primered one as his first project car. He slammed and primed it the same way. I just found a stack of his old Hot VW's magazines too, so this brings back some good memories. Like the time I was refusing to wear my seat belt in the back of the bus and my dad showed me just why I needed to by letting me rocket across the bus and into the back of his seat. Aah, happy times.

One stock piston for what?

I found the side by side pictures I had taken during my swap, and the 280Z mustache bar positions the diff further back to accommodate the R200. The rear hangers are the same. I used my '72 front mount because it was in better shape than the '76 or so mount that I pulled from a j/y. Here's a link you may enjoy: http://www.geocities.com/MotorCity/Garage/6212/diffswap/diffswap.htm

The mustache bar should be subtly different, but not exactly the same. It repositions the diff a bit to fit the R200 in place. The front mount is a bit sturdier compared to the early cars, but it looked the same as the one on my '72 when I did the swap.

Of what I've seen, the L28R was only available in South Africa, but not much info is out there about them. I haven't seen any viable information about any internal differences if there are any. One guy on classiczcars claims he called Nissan and after some searching they told him it stood for race and had some fancy parts inside, but no evidence has surfaced.

That's about what I did when I broke one of the pressure plate bolts off in the flywheel. They aren't supposed to be torqued to more than 10 ftlbs if I recall correctly. I believe that mine didn't break cleanly and had a ridge on what was left, so I stuck a small screwdriver on it and simply turned it out.

Thank you for your insights and condolences everyone. I gave the eulogy at his funeral on Tuesday, but I wanted to post something here where some car guys would understand the special bond people share while working on inanimate mechanical devices and cursing them together. Thanks John, I have to make sure that part of me doesn't get lost anywhere. A kid in my neighborhood bought a '75 280Z a while back, so I'm definitely going to go offer a helping hand because that's just what my dad did many times for other people. As far as the tool, I don't think I'm to the point of deciding that one yet but I hope to have some advance warning when my time comes. I realized this week that I hadn't given any thought to what kind of coffin I'd like either. My grandfather was an iron worker (Hoover Dam, riveted high-rises, penstocks) and was buried in steel and my father the transmission mechanic was buried in stainless steel. Only time will tell I suppose.

I remembered this post as I was rambling my way through one of my favorite blogs, shorpy.com. Its a historical photograph archive, and I recently discovered that these "new" wheels are in fact a very old idea. Click the link to see the Trublpruf tire from 1920: http://www.shorpy.com/node/5270?size=_original

I actually found a Utah DMV page which describes that there is no charge whatsoever to use "original issue" plates as long as the number on them is not currently registered. http://dmv.utah.gov/licenseantique.html Not all states are the same, but I like the idea of running period correct plates on a vintage vehicle. Still on the lookout for a couple of pairs in good shape for my cars.

A few months ago I was reading an editor's comments at the beginning of a magazine (I think it was 4WOR or GRM, but I can't remember at the moment.) The gist of the message related to how long it takes a vehicularly minded individual to build up his cadre of “guysâ€. You know, guys like your tire and alignment guy, your exhaust guy, your machine shop guy, your body work guy, side of the road breakdown guy, etc... The editor had moved to a new city which meant he had left behind a closely guarded group of go to guys. He was faced with an entirely foreign place where he would have to make new friends and borrow their guys until he could build up a reliable supply of his own and begin making recommendations to others concerning who was the best window tinting guy in town. I bring this up because I recently lost my #1 go to guy of all time, my father. I haven't really been doing much else for the past few weeks but spend time by his side as tumors from liposarcoma (a very rare type of cancer) shut his body down. He passed away on Friday, April 10 at approximately 4:25 a.m. at home, peacefully. He was 45 years old. It is doubtful that many of you here would have known him, but like most every man, I thought (and think) very highly of my father. He was a transmission mechanic for more than 25 years, and fittingly enough he requested that he have a wrench in his hand when buried. I helped him pick one out, a 12mm Matco combination wrench from his side of the road toolbox. It was a loose one he had picked up years back and he didn't want to break up a set, so on Tuesday he was buried with it in his hand and with a pocketknife near his side from a childhood friend. On March 28th he was told that he'd have two weeks to live. It gave him time to say goodbye to all of his friends and family, but I also had time to break out the video camera and record almost six hours of his fantastic stories that revolved around growing up in southern California, wreaking havok as a teenager on motorcycles, mopeds and in various Volkswagens, raising his family while bouncing around different transmission shops, dealerships and high performance shops before packing up and seeking a change of pace in Utah where he owned and operated his own place for the past 16 years. He was interested in plenty of other things, including lobster diving, hiking, rock climbing, wakeboarding and boating, scouting, etc... but one of his earliest passions was cars. He really was my go to guy. When I lost half the gears in my Z he helped me tear the transmission apart to determine the cause. When I swapped cylinder heads he would occasionally look over my shoulder, and helped me identify an air leak near the carbs by using some carb spray (you know how it is, you can't see the obvious solution because you are looking too closely). He gave me pointers when I was rebuilding my first engine, the 454 in my Suburban. He was the one I called when I got my Suburban stuck behind a golf course, or had a flat tire in my Z and had neglected to carry a tire iron or wanted his help installing a new exhaust system on my Jeep. He has always been there to suggest a better way to do something or to rescue me from my own stupidity. I once broke the output shaft on a 700R4 he built for me clean in half while showing off and revving my motor in front of my friends. He got mad when he later saw the thing sheared clean down the middle, but he didn't complain about towing my vehicle back to his shop or fixing it for me. He has always been a very equitable, compassionate, service oriented and loving example. His earthly presence will be missed during the time that our family is separated from him, but I know that we will be with him again. I know I'm not the only one to ever lose someone close to them, but it calls to mind the importance of appreciating the good things in life when you have them. For now he gave me his tools and told me to get to know them like he did. He made sure I knew that some of his best friends were in that toolbox, friends he had had for over 25 years. So now I've got a lot to live up to and hope to emulate his excellent example. I'm the third in a line of men named Bill Wilhelm, so I suppose I really do have plenty of exceptional things left to do in order to keep that name honorable. Just so you know, not all is sadness. Yesterday, just over 24 hours after the funeral my sister gave birth to my parent's first grandchild, so things are working out okay.

Coated the R200 and halfshafts on my street Z with POR-15 and I've had no problems whatsoever. Makes it real easy to clean up too.

So far I have applied POR-15 to three different vehicles on floorpans, underbodies and frames. I've always sanded any smooth (non-rusty) metal with 80-150 grit and then vacuumed off the dust and wiped clean any remaining traces of dust, grease or oil. I've used wire wheels or aggressive sandpaper on the rustier metal that wasn't too thin. Never had one single adhesion problem. Sandblasted surfaces work really well too. Like RDusel said, if you don't give it something to adhere and grab on to it will peel off when cured.

Sure they did, the early A type 4 speeds and the early A type 5 speeds that were never equipped to U.S. cars as standard equipment, only overseas and home market cars. Do I get a prize too?

Sorry, I'm going to have to retract my offer based on some news we received this morning. Instead of playing with cars I'll be spending as much of the next few weeks as I can with my Father. Sorry I couldn't help you at this time.

Yeah, but he and his cousin the Yeti have their reasons to be elusive too: http://catandgirl.com/?p=1890

Everything is true, T.V. told me so.

Not sure about old plates on a new car. Laws vary from state to state for old plates on an old car, plus you have to check with the DMV to make sure no one else is running around with the same numbers on a current plate.

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