Date: Sat, 8 May 2004 18:27:55 -0500
Reply-To: Bruce Nadig <motorbruce@HOTMAIL.COM>
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From: Bruce Nadig <motorbruce@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject: State Your Ages! - Very Very Long
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Good topic Chris!
Hi, I'm Bruce, and I'm a VW nut.
I purchased my first VW about 9 months after I graduated from college in
1988. I bought a heap of a '67 Deluxe 21 Window Bus. In fact, it was even
the most desirable late '67 model. I purchased it from a large salvage yard
in San Antonio, Texas. It had a salvage title, but, hey, what do you want
for $325? If you hotwired the engine it would run. Because it had no working
brakes and multiple other problems I had it towed to a local VW guru. That
was before I learned how to work on cars. A couple weeks later I had that
bad boy on the road.
It was an incredibly dangerous monster to drive. The king pins and other
steering components were so worn that it was virtually impossible to drive
in a straight line. That is how it earned its nickname, "The DWI Bus." Not
because I would drink and drive (which I DO NOT approve of), but because it
was nearly impossible to keep it going in a straight line. The alternative
name for the bus was, "The Dancing Bear." On the rear hatch glass I had a
series of Grateful Dead dancing bears prancing across the glass.
It was even more dangerous if you stepped on the brakes. It would pull so
hard to the right that it was frightening. The only person to drive it other
than myself was my roommate. He understood Busses. Braking was a very simple
procedure. Push on brake pedal, steer to the left. I didn't allow anyone
else near the keys.
In Texas every vehicle has to go through an annual safety inspection. I
sweated this out every year - for multiple reasons. There was something
wrong with the electrical system that would not allow the windshield wipers
to run for very long without blowing a fuse (driving in the rain was always
fun, and not just because of that - that bus leaked water like a sieve).
Every year at inspection time I had to rig up some sort of fuse bypass
system just in case the inspector left the wipers running too long.
The driver's door didn't close very well either. You really had to slam it
HARD to get it to stay shut. One year during state inspection the only way I
was able to pass the braking test (I think the inspector had to get it up to
30mph and then brake hard to see if it stopped adequately) was because of
that door. Well, remember that hard pull to the right under braking? I can
still see the inspector getting the Bus up to speed in the parking lot.
Suddenly he it the brakes. Sure enough the Bus pulled HARD to the right.
Fortunately, the inspector hadn't slammed his door hard enough and the
driver's door went flying open. That was enough of a distraction for him to
not realize that he wasn't going in a straight line. That is my assumption
at least. The only other alternative theory is that he believed that if he
failed me, I would simply come back in a few days and he would be forced to
drive the death machine again.
That Bus had an amazing feature that VW never mentioned, and few people talk
about. I called it, The Amazing Self-Changing Oil System. The engine leaked
so much oil that I was constantly having to add more. I don't recall every
actually changing the oil in that engine. I reasoned that if the oil was
leaking out so readily, dirt and other contaminants were also making it out.
I loved that Bus. It taught me a very, very important lesson about vehicles
(both automotive and motorcycles). The fun isn't measured in terms of
absolute top speed. Rather, driving pleasure is derived from pushing your
vehicle, whatever it is, to its absolute limits without going beyond them.
There was one turn I had to make every day on my way to work. If I could
manage to make it through that turn at 30mph I felt like a hero for the rest
of the day. When was the last time you saw a Porsche or Ferrari driver
safely take their car to the limits on public roadways? The limits of the
bus were so low that any impending disaster would occur at relatively low
speeds.
Eventually that bus went away. I placed an ad in the paper. The first person
that came to see it ended up making a deal with me. I got $750, a VCR, a
6-disc CD changer, and a large, powerful microwave oven. That was 13 years
ago. I still have that microwave oven today. I should have held out for
more. People were calling me for weeks offering me silly money for that old
bus. I'm still kicking myself for ever giving it up.
My next VW was a 1990 G60 Corrado. I purchased it used after my Volvo 240
(the car that replaced The DWI Bus) gave its life for me. I don't care what
anyone says about Corrados. The G60 is better than the VR6 in so many ways.
Lighter weight, easier to modify engine, much, much less expensive to modify
engine... I live in Austin, Texas now. A good friend of mine is the local
water-cooled VW guru in town. He is a Corrado specialist to boot (he put a
tricked out TDI motor in his Corrado - man, did that thing have torque!). He
said that, hands down, my Corrado was the fastest Corrado he has ever
driven. Sadly, I had to sell that car to pay for the engine for Vincent,
better known as Project Vanagon.
Way back in December 1991 (I think that date is right), European Car
magazine did an article on the Porsche 911 engine equipped MSDS Vanagon. I
remember reading that article. I remember saying to myself, "Some day I want
to own one of those."
About two years ago I picked up an issue of Excellence Magazine (a Porsche
only rag). In the classified ads in back was a picture and ad for a Vanagon
with a 911 engine and 915 transmission. I talked to the guy. He even sent me
pictures. He hadn't done his van the right way. I told myself that if I was
going to do it, I was going to do it the right way! My search for a clean
Vanagon began. In March of 2002 I purchased a really clean '87 GL. That
Vanagon eventually became known as Vincent, or Project Vanagon. I purchased
an engine from an '87 911. I began buying a lot of other things. And I began
doing research. A lot of research. I spent a year researching and buying
parts, including a Porsche G50 transmission. The last weekend of April 2003
I began the conversion.
Foolishly, I thought I could get all done in 3 weeks! Finally, on December
30, 2003 I looked at the van and said, "Damn it! I'm not going to go into
2004 without this thing running!" I called my neighbor Wayne to come over
and make sure I didn't do anything stupid. I had made a checklist. We went
over everything on the list. It appeared that the van would be ready to
drive. I tossed two fire extinguishers in the van and we were ready to go.
Wayne suggested that since the van hadn't actually moved in about 8 months
that I test the brakes first. Good idea. I knew that I called Wayne for a
reason.
I fired up Vincent, and as I blipped the throttle and he made a terrible
noise (I mean that in both the good and bad way). Few Vanagons have ever
sounded so sweet. Unfortunately, that noise from the blipped throttle was
exhaust gas leaking from between the head and the cylinder. I had broken
head studs.
I drove the van this way for about 3 days. Performance was good, but limited
by the sick engine. Not wanting to inflict irreparable harm (or at least
even more expensive harm), I pulled the engine for a tear down. I sent it to
one of the top shops in the country. They replaced all the head studs (24 in
all), the rod bearing, the rings, the head gaskets, and other assorted
parts. They cleaned up the heads and put it all back together for me.
Right now I am in the last stages of the final assembly. The wiring is the
most challenging part. the Porsche wiring is easy. The Vanagon wiring is
easy. It gets complicated when the two have to mate. Not to worry, Vincent
will be on the road soon.
Since I originally purchased Vincent with plans of only putting in the
Porsche engine, my strategy slowly changed. Remember that big group purchase
of South African Big Brake Kits? How could I pass that up? I told my wife,
"If I'm going faster, I'd better be able to slow down." Then came The Bus
Depot special on the South African Grill and Lights. "But Honey, if I'm
going faster, I gotta see where I am going! And these stock lights suck so
bad anyhow." Then someone, I don't remember who, maybe Vanagain, did a
special on the ProjektZwo fog light kits. To control all the electrical
power for this I constructed The Mother Of All Wiring Harnesses. That was
fun.
Well, with the bigger brakes and more power I HAD to have more rubber on the
road to keep things under control. I designed (after fruitless efforts to
purchase anything of quality) some CNC machined wheel adaptors so that I
could mount a set of 2001 Porsche Boxster S wheels on the van.
Now remember some of this I had to do on the sly without my wife figuring
out what was going on. Fortunately, I work from home so I could intercept
all of the UPS, FedEx Ground, and USPS packages coming in on an almost daily
basis. My wife knows that I have a PayPal account, but she has never looked
at its activity. PayPal has been a lifesaver.
Fortunately, during the research and buying phase, I drove the van for a
year. One constant complaint form my wife. "This van is too high. I hate
stepping up to get in." She isn't short, and the van is at stock height. I
saw a window of opportunity. There...on the list...someone is selling a set
of H&R lowering springs! That purchased was made with the blessing of my
wife. I didn't mention to her that I would also "need" to purchase a set of
Bilstein shocks to really make it all work out properly.
Once Vincent hits the road, and the stock suspension settles in again, I'll
take measurements of body height with the 911 engine in the van. I will then
install the shocks and springs to see how much lowering I'm really getting.
I think the combination will be great.
Oh yeah, where did we start? I'm 39 right now. My dream car is almost a
reality (well, this is my second dream, the Corrado was my first dream car).
My nephew is 15. He tells me all about the crazy Japanese cars that he is
going to get when he is 16 (uh, where is that coming from, and, oh, by the
way, they don't import those cars to the U.S. anyway). I only hope that by
the time he is 39 he will have had the opportunity to own not just one, but
two of his dream cars. With a little bit of luck, at least one of them will
be a VW.
I'm Bruce, and I'm a VW nut.
motorbruce