54bobby

good looking box

not interfierance engines. i drive an 86 3 series bmw and they are interfierance engines. if you break a timeing belt on those cars, you're f'd valves slam into pistons and you're looking at major engine work or replacement. our trucks you just coast to the shoulder, replace the chain and back on the road.

if anybody does use it just type it in in the how did u hear about us box

no full coverage. the littilest accident and they will probably total her out.

yea, u know, she's running fine but seeing as i just goter, and she's my first manche, i just wanted to throw in some new plugs along with cap and rotor and this one lousy cylinder is in my frigin way.

so, do i have to remove the ac alltogether?

good till april 21st code# 1341711810975796

yea, tried that. guess I'm gona have to remove or at least loosen the ac comp. it looks that to loosen it i need to move it towards the block though which only puts it closer to the plug. but have no fear, i'll geter dun. just thought there might be something stupid that i'm missing.

just googled comanche speedometor cable and got like 5 hits including rock auto. try it out.

mine was in bad shape too. just took a length of hose and at advance auto i found a pcv fresh air intake elbow in the help section from an 88 camaro that fit perfect.

rock auto has them.

but i can't seem to get the socket on the plug.

so, on an 87 2.5 with ac, how the heck do you get a socket on that first plug? do i have to remove the ac compressor?

are we talking 4.0 or 2.5??

i learned to drive on dads 55 buick century. great car and one of the fastest of it's time. CHIP used them for 55, 56, and 57.

ok, lets all do it at once. ready? everybody touch the tip of their nose with their tounge. go

post a pic

I'm in south jersey (wildwood) where u at? could have family p/u. their in philly

http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/cto/3621269947.html

if i had really done that to myself, i would have taken pics. but i didn't. it is a great read though.

a little long but worth reading Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....?? WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs…AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance t hat it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!' What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.. ..? I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it dip$#!&,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would be considered conservative? IT HURT LIKE HELL!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return! P.S... My wife, can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it! If you think education is difficult, try being stupid.

will there be enough clearence to open the center console?

i sent 10 but i want coozies. summer will b here soon and i need my beer cold while wrenching the manche. :wrench:

so guys, where do you mount your fire extinguishers? i need one for a beach permit and don't want it just rolling around. a few pics would be nice. i need a few ideas.

i work in atlantic city. we should hook up.