Very short post tonight because I seriously overdid it at the fair today as in too much walking and standing around, and my back is making me pay for it. Having a lie down to let my back relax for a bit will probably fix it, at least somewhat. I did manage to get some pictures of the Pentastar V6 in the wild, as it were, but forgot to put something in the picture to scale from so they are pretty useless for my needs. Curse my drain bamage for making me forget.
Monthly Archives: October 2017
Yep, I’m outta happy pills, although in my case it should be “slightly less unhappy” pills. Because while they are effective they come with a buttload of side effects that work against their intended purpose. In my case engaging in sexual activity is highly beneficial in countering my depression, and one of the side effects is an inability to do that. And that inability is not gender-specific, it works equally well(?) against females as it does us guys. But without is worse than with even with the side effects, so whatcha gonna do? Be a lot depressed without or a little depressed and also unable to have sex with? I know my choice.
As always, getting back to the possible variations of the TGS2, I discovered there is no factory available manual transmission for the Pentastar V6. That means the only transmissions I have to choose from are the 845RE for a front engine bucket, or the 62TE for a mid engine bucket. A manual would require making a flywheel to mount a clutch and also drilling the crankshaft for a pilot bearing, then making a bellhousing to fit the bolt pattern on the back of the block that also fits the choice of transmission. While not impossible it does exceed my fabrication facilities.
Some good news on the TGS2 front I found a picture I can use for designing the rear frame if I can find the length of the valve cover as it is a straight-on front view with the mounts visible.
Or I can just find the size of the oil filter and scale from that, or use both and get really close to reality.
Short post again today because I have stuff to do. I have bills to pay that require getting out of the house and riding the bus, and we all know how much fun that is (not).
Yesterday I got my toes done and a haircut and went to the phone store to pay the bill but I got there just as they closed up and everyone was leaving because I misread the hours of operation. So I need to go do that again before they close this time.
Also I’m going back to the fair Thursday with my phone so I can take some pictures this time. See you tomorrow.
You would not believe what you can find on YTM. I literally found the video for the Billy and the Boingers song “You Stink But I ❤ You" that I never knew existed. There are actually two videos, the official one for the Boingers and another for the real band that provided the music, Mucky Pup. I wonder what happened to them after the Boingers?
I didn’t win the lottery, again. No surprise as I know what the odds are, just a little disappointment. Wednesday’s jackpot is $16e6, again something I could easily live with. And I have been looking at the costs for buying a Pentastar V6 crate engine and the automatic transmission it bolts to and they are supposed to get back to me Monday. Used transmissions are about $1800 by themselves so I’m not looking at this as a cheap option. Indeed it looks like it will fall closer to the LS3 crate engine than the 383 Blueprint crate engine, but I won’t know for sure until after I hear back from the parts department.
My hand is still bothering me. I have been comparing the symptoms to previous experiences and it comes closest to back when I first started commuting to Farmer’s Branch by bicycle, about 100 miles a week. I injured a nerve in my palm sometime in the second or third week and it took several months to recover, mostly because I couldn’t take a break from commuting by bicycle and my route was under repair for most of the time I was working that job. There is a nerve that runs through the middle of the palm that can get pinched if you keep putting pressure on it like if you ride 15 miles a night over broken pavement. The other 5 miles a day was getting to the bus and from the bus to work. Incidentally that’s the route I was riding when I got killed, but by then the repairs had been finished.
And speaking of my hand pains, it hurts to type again. So this post is over.
Well here’s another snippet. I finally got to see a Pentastar V6 in the wild, installed in a Charger base model. I didn’t have my phone with me or I would have shot some pictures, because there were some things about the installation that I wanted to show. One thing in particular was that I could see the carpet of the Automobile Building looking at the firewall and transmission at the back of the block, because the 8 speed automatic transmission is just that small. Too bad it weighs almost as much as the engine it’s bolted to.
To get technical the Pentastar comes in at 326 pounds. The 845RE transmission weighs in at 198 pounds. Still only 524 pounds for 305 HP with a flat torque curve from 1000 to 6200 RPM mated to an eight speed transmission with extremely low parasitic drag, or about 20 pounds less than the base 290 HP 350 SBC crate engine without a transmission.
And my hand is acting up again, so this is the end of this post.
I went to the State Fair of Texas today and test-fit some cars that Mrs. the Poet and I both liked. Interesting thing is Mrs. the Poet didn’t get in a single car, but there were a few that she insisted I get in and out of because she liked them. What I ate was not typical Fair fare because it wasn’t fried. Mrs. the Poet and I had pulled pork Frito Pie, separate portions, and split a Nathan’s hot dog. I never want to eat a $0.99/package hot dog again after having a Nathan’s.
And my hand is acting up again, so I have to cut this short.
Buying a lottery ticket buys something I can’t get anyplace else, it buys me hope. When I have that ticket there is the chance, infinitesimal though it may be, that I will get enough money to live comfortably and pass down to my kids some of that comfort. No ticket means zero chance, a ticket means a small but non-zero chance of winning, and that makes all the difference in my outlook on life. I mean look at my life, it’s all a series of wild coincidences one after another and several non-survivable scenarios that were million to one odds or worse. If anyone should win the lottery it should be me. Plus I usually play the Texas Lottery which has far better odds of winning than any of the national games. Still astronomical, but in a lower orbit than the national games.
Mrs. the Poet has already agreed to split the payouts in thirds, one third each and the other third for the household expenses. If anything needs to be spent on the house for personal use, like wiring the garage for 220V for power tools, that comes out of personal budgets. What would this do for the TGS2? Well I think instead of the minivan I would use the flood-damaged Corvette from Houston scenario as the donor vehicle because I still wouldn’t have an unlimited budget. Close enough to unlimited for a bucket, though.
And my hand is still messed up and making typing hard, so this is the end of this post
My hand is still messed up so this is gonna be another short post. Basically I had another trip to the Lab Rat Keeper yesterday and I’m still kicking with my BP under control, unlike after the washout phase from the last study where I was up to scary levels on my systolic. I dropped by the local owner-operated comic shop for my pull (Unbeatable Squirrel Girl) and also picked up a burger along the way. Not much else to say really except I got a letter from the people running the SPRINT study saying that I was still part of the study and they wanted to study my brain for signs of Alzheimer’s, to see if maintaining a low systolic pressure helps prevent the onset of Alzheimer’s.
Nothing much more to say so this is it.
Well the crazy lady that used to live in what is now my office came by with her birthday present, a Haynes Manual to a vehicle I don’t own, have zero expectations of owning, and don’t even know where to get fuel for on this planet.
I mean seriously, where did they even find one to disassemble for the pictures? Turns out it is not a practical private vessel even once it has been deMilled by disabling or removing the weaponry, because there are almost no owner-serviceable systems unless you keep an Imperial Klingon Fleet-trained engineer on board as well as a large supply of spares because the on-board machine shop is not equipped with the equipment to make parts much bigger or more complex than the brackets to attach bits and pieces together. Considering that most of that equipment is larger than the ship itself…
In other news I figured out another way to build a T-bucket designed to handle rather than drag race. Go down to Houston and buy a flood-damaged Corvette cut the front and rear complete suspensions off and build a compatible frame between them for literal Corvette handling combined with Bucket power to weight ratio. That’s one of the advantages of insomnia, you get a lot of thinking done. Inspiration from the Roadkill ‘vette cart and Leroy of the Cleetus McFarland YouTube channel, because the exoskeleton roll cages used would be enough to hold the cars together without the existing Corvette frame they are welded and bolted to. That would be a hundred to several hundred pounds less weight to cart around and result in a ‘vette cart with a real body that could be licensed much more easily that just building a bucket from scratch. And if a C5 or later Corvette was used there would actually be room in the foot box for 3 pedals to run a manual transmission.
My daughter got concert tickets to an out-of-town venue that will require them to spend the night away from home, and the concert is not suitable for our 5YO grandson. So Mrs. the Poet is spending the night with the grandson, and I’m doing the grocery shopping. This is kinda last-minute as my daughter only found out about the tickets yesterday. That also means I have to make breakfast tomorrow
I have been thinking about the cooling on the TGS2, specifically getting the hot air away from the radiator. My initial idea was to use side vents, actually to have the nosepiece as wide as the frame and have the bodywork to narrow down as it passed the driver’s feet to leave room for the hot air to get out. The alternative is to have an extractor between the radiator and the cockpit on the top surface of the car. This would generate more downforce, but would make summer driving less comfortable as the engine heat would be blowing back into the driver’s face for the entire trip. So potentially driving to the AZ Goodguys round could result in heat injury for me. I mean I can handle some heat but 100+°F ambient plus the heat from the radiator would cook even me.
And my hand is bothering me again, so no more typing,