G-Fab, not Green-Fab.

12.0 MPG

That's right. 12. The dirty dozen of exhaust fumage from the 2004 Nissan Armada leaves a well marked trail for those who dare follow the first of the G-Fab crew on the warpath that is the 2008 ProSolo seaon. Washington D.C., the capitol of our fair nation, will mark the first of four stages of ProSolo conquest.

BEER AND CRABCAKES. THAT'S HOW MARYLAND DOES IT.

Current Armada crew: Dave piloting, Jenna on drunk watch '08, PJ telling the tale of G-Fab road dominance. Behind us follows 350rwhp of Hoosier-shod fury.

-PJ

What the shoes is going on?

The ground beneath the Datsun is dry.

The ground beneath the 240 is dry.
No one is running around with an oil rag.
The tools are organized and stored.
Fuel is burning.

What's wrong with that picture? Other than being the complete opposite of last year's Deven's Tour? Hrmmm.... it's like we have entirely different cars.... made by entirely different people. Both the 510 and the 240 running reliably. Running strong. Most importantly, RUNNING.

Tour came, we all sucked.
PJ: 3rd (SM)
Dave: 4th (SM)
Chris: ..... (DSP)
Mike: 2nd (DSP)
Quag: 3rd (FSP)
Paul: ..... (FSP)
Jenna: 2nd (HSL)
Scott: 3rd (DS)
PZ: 3rd (I think?) (HS)
Wiley: DFL (Dancing)
Dave G.: In his own little world repping 1st place HARD (1.5'ish sec lead?) (DS)

So yeah. My car needs some development, and massive weight loss, but has been running strong and fast. Quag's car has been under the knife for the past 2 weeks, and I'm told it's now an entirely different carburated small woodland-like animal. Mike's car needs... to maybe feel the same from day to day?

Up next is the DC Pro. FUN TIMES.

- PJ

Words fail, buildings crumble, the ground opens wide...

She's actual size but she seems much bigger to me....

or so we thought, but the G kind of makes it seem like we're not pulling a trailer loaded with gear and tires. That's right, we're taking the G down to GA. Why? Because you just read G-A-Y and you didn't even know it.

The short end of the story is that we (I?) just didn't get enough done on the 240sx to make it road worthy. It still needs a lot of minor things, and I've grown to hate my psuedo-fuel-management system which will be replaced promptly when I return because using the maths to calculate the theoretical load correction both to and from the stock ECU is just a pain in the ass. It's wiggity wack. I'll have to get hooked up by the C-Digity mack daddy when I return to the home addy. Siriusly.... like the Backspin channel we've been listening to for the past few hours.

So, our journey began a about 10:30pm last night. Since deciding the 240sx was not the choice car to drive some 1100 miles to and from a racing event, we had to prepare our backup car in true G-Fab fashion... or not, because it's the G, and is balla' like that. The G changes Ghetto to Glamorous like it was Fergie without the pee. I think I'm on drugs right now but I'm not sure... surely. For serious. Chris is driving with his legs crossed.

After installing the warrantied Koni double adjustable shock, we had to mount some race tires. Mike Shields came to our rescue with some take-offs from his stint at the DC Pro last year. I'm hoping the tires want to be more like his end of year performance, rather than what they did in DC. Scott Thursby was lying to us when he said it was 70 in the Carolinas. It's 38 where we are now. Wait.. 39... we're getting there.

So, with the need to mount and balance tires, and re-align the G to make the best of them, I needed some professional help, for a professional car, with professional wannabe drivers. Kyle Bishop at Bishop Motorsports to the rescue! His alignment rack is awesome. I just couldn't help but constantly compliment his beautiful rack.

So... we're now in the Carolinas. I'd post pics but you wouldn't be able to see the car, since it's so white it'd just glare at the camera. People in NJ through VA apparently can't drive in incliment weather, because they salted the un-holy fuck out of the roads. All that salt is now on my car, and Chris' trailer. More updates to come.... but really, things won't be interesting untill we meet up with Scott at the Hooters next to his hotel.

-PJ
(This post created at 1:55 PM Feb 21, 2008 while Chris over-brakes upon Sheriff cop car sighting.....)




SuperMarioPJ Approves of this post

Holy shit I fucking hate bot flies.

I'm never going south of the equator. EVER.

Meanwhile.... the offseason is a bunch of banquet food:

Playing dress up:

Chris peeing in the corner:

Rocking out:

And crying from laughter:

Of course, racing is expensive, so those of us at G-Fab began seeking alternate income sources, such as male modeling:

It's proven to be quite lucrative:

What to do with all this money....?

Somewhere in there, we did some work on the cars:

Season fast approaches! More updates soon.

-PJ of the EmoDeathPandaFail

Happy Feelings Again!!!

Chris: some times as you get older you'll notice having some new feelings

me: in my pants?
Chris: sure
me: about cars?
Chris: um, yes?


So yeah, we took the NeoPandaS14 out for some fun in the rain and sun on Sunday! New suspension all aligned and everything:

The car was on rails. Literally. It went faster than a non-turbocharged 240sx should ever go. I'm wondering if I can get the car aligned like this without heim jointed control arms.... because with some engine work and tweaking this thing would be AWESOME in DSP. Just thinking about how well the car handled makes me feel stupid funny, like I just thought something naughty but I'm not really sure what it is but I daze out and get some silly grin on my face and stare off into nothingness with the epiphany of a handling god.

Yes.

Anyways, congrats to me, Mike, and Wiley! G-Fab season champions for NER in SM, DSP, and FSP!!! YAAAY! Next year we will sweep the region of all classes G-Fab touches. Yes. Beware the wrath of zipties and duct tape and spot welded fender flares.

-PJ
I feel so dreamy.