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Right now there is a pretty nice GT40 kit on ebay on the partial body of a MR2. If you search for MR2 in ebay motors, passenger vehicles you will see it. Looks pretty good if you ask me

Before paint After paint I think they look pretty good

Use the search feature and you will find an abundance of information on this.

Is that rubber lieng in the lip of that rim

Dont know how they do it in your neck of the woods, but where Im at, you are directed to the Judge of the District that the offense took place in. So if it were the same where you were then you were in Round Rock. Thats how they do it here.

I would think that you would want your AFR in at least the 12.1 to 11.9 range from all that I have read here. Are you injectors though up to it though? Though I think that 12.5 AFR is a bit lean, concidering the temperature, I wouldnt think that it would be so bad as to start knocking. Are you still running stock injectors?

Id say the same for what you paid for it it looks pretty clean actually, and you cant beat the price, Id say keep it for sure.

Im sorry I remembered wrong it was 10 dollars! If you got it from here this is the cost, if you could find them all at the yard I frequent Mass air flow sensor $ 10.00 Distributor (less cap) $ 16.00 Rear end-passenger car (no drums) $ 45.00 Turbo unit $ 35.00 Motor-electric (any) $ 10.00 ^^ That is for the ECU Wiring harness $ 15.00 Some other parts also included for a guesstimate.

They are very desirable, which ones do you have, I love the Impul G5's. If you want you can email me the pics and Ill post them for you .

There you go, as bastaad, you just put it all into perspective. I know of another turbo conversion with some really nice parts on it for 5k right now, I wonder if hes sold it. It seems the only place you can sell it is on ebay.

Or you could go to your local yard and pic them up all day long for $5

Well honestly you cant really give a going rate, its whatever the market will bare and what someone is willing to pay for it. What you might see as a 6K car some may not, then again you do have a lot of lowballers as well. Go with what you think and give yourself some haggle room so you dont undersell it as well, if its fairly clean put it up on ebay, definetly will sell for more then your local forums.

I know this isnt really valuable to the thread, but doesnt JohnC have some of the most beautiful exhausts you have ever seen.

I always thought this one was nice, burnout to blowout, almost a full 2 minute burnout!! Click here to see Video

Ill take 3

I think this is what hes talking about, maybe http://www.rustoleum.com/Product.asp?frm_product_id=18&SBL=1&dds=16

I like aux's idea, go with that and laugh as you take it home to its new heaven

I love the pic of the pieced together front end and steering wheel with the wheels, that is totally classic!

Awe come on now, its only 3+years old, Im sure he still has some issues

That seems like a good idea, but you can have the swap done by Vildini, with ic, exhaust, and stand alone engine management, running and driving out the door for less. Its the cost that I think would kill this idea.

I agree, he looks to have already been to that point once before but just let himself go. All he did was go back to where he did.

Eh, there alright if you go for that sort of thing. ...... ........... ..................... .............................. HEHE just kidding those wheels really look great, good match to your car, now it kind of finishes it off.

NO its all there, just went to 6200 rpm in 3rd and let off the throttle, the woman wasnt to impressed and was like stop lol.

I would check the timing, just to be sure then check for vacumn leaks and fuel pressure while under load. Go through systematcially to find the fault to your problem.

I borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power, 3 cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims. It's stock alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000 pounds of Metro around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise... I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made eye contact, and then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva -- a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and school bus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure. The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, and then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders... Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was running a custom exhaust -- probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust ... maybe event cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye. He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner. I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva ... The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my wife's car eased past him on the outside, my P165/54R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo or maybe even a Volkswagen Van!