By Nate Risch
11/16/2015
“I could fill every waking hour by working on the cars I own and writing about it.” No, wait: It’s more specific than that. Let’s just look at the three tii’s: “I could make a career out of simply fixing tii’s and writing about it.”
By Nate Risch
11/09/2015
No one ever accused me of being a car-detailing fanatic. You know the type: washing the car every week, polishing and waxing until it looks new, spending hours scrubbing every crevice of an alloy wheel designed by BMW or BBS to make the task impossible. I respect these people for their devotion to pristine paint, but that wasn’t me.
By Nate Risch
11/09/2015
Last week I replaced Old Blue’s strut-tower bushings. They were so bad that they were interfering with steering; one was bound up pretty tight, the other internally broken and causing a bunch of front-end banging. But during the process of disconnecting the right caliper from the strut in order to swing the strut out to change the bushings, the right front metal brake lines went leaky.
By Nate Risch
11/02/2015
So there I was, cruisin’ off to the Secret Car Club get-together on Saturday morning—think of Cars ’n’ Coffee without all the formalities—where I was dutifully entertained as a few Cobras (real and otherwise) rolled by, along with the obligatory Ferraris. There were some wonderful classics, like a brown-on-brown Bugatti and two—two!—Jaguar XK120 roadsters. And that unicorn of supercars, the McLaren P1, was sighted in white.
By Nate Risch
11/02/2015
Last week, I described the six stages of automotive functionality (my newly enumerated touchstone in measuring progress in an automotive resurrection). To recap, they are:
