I've gotten a couple emails about this and I haven't been able to get it fixed yet.
The donation link on this page is screwy but if you would like to donate to Rally you can actually just skip on over to the SCD main page and use the donation button link on the top right hand column. There should be a place where you can enter the title of your donation and that's where you can put that it's for Rally. :)
Thanks everyone who's helped so far!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Overwhelming Decisions
As support has poured in from the readers of Star Cross'd Destiny, we're faced with the decisions of what direction to take Rally in. We're likely going to go with a new engine that has a warranty simply because I cannot go through this again. This is the third time - and it's gotta be the last time.
Many people have offered to send down engines that need rebuilding or even build an engine for us - it's just amazing. In the end, we might either go with one of our readers and friend, Andy, who might build us an engine and give us a warranty or we may go with our local mechanic, Rob, who's seemingly taken to Rally. I'm likely to just toss this old one out the window or sell it for scrap or refurbishing - it's just all sorts of bad juju with the not being properly machined, the leaking, and the lack of power. And with no warranty it's almost like tossing money to the wind if I were to try and continue on with it. While it'll be more expensive to go new (and not remanufactured) it'll offer loads and loads of peace of mind that I wouldn't get otherwise. What's the point in taking a joy ride if you're staring down at gauges every five seconds to make sure you didn't lose a seal or pop a heater hose? I'd like to be able to rely on her if I had to. And I'd love to take her back to the track someday - not to run head to head - but just bracket race again. It's where her heart is.
Many people have offered to send down engines that need rebuilding or even build an engine for us - it's just amazing. In the end, we might either go with one of our readers and friend, Andy, who might build us an engine and give us a warranty or we may go with our local mechanic, Rob, who's seemingly taken to Rally. I'm likely to just toss this old one out the window or sell it for scrap or refurbishing - it's just all sorts of bad juju with the not being properly machined, the leaking, and the lack of power. And with no warranty it's almost like tossing money to the wind if I were to try and continue on with it. While it'll be more expensive to go new (and not remanufactured) it'll offer loads and loads of peace of mind that I wouldn't get otherwise. What's the point in taking a joy ride if you're staring down at gauges every five seconds to make sure you didn't lose a seal or pop a heater hose? I'd like to be able to rely on her if I had to. And I'd love to take her back to the track someday - not to run head to head - but just bracket race again. It's where her heart is.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
It's me! In the thing!
This blog was created to honor Rally, the 1978 Camaro and her epic amounts of awesome and unfortunate amounts of misfortune. We'll start with a story-
In 2004, Rally was purchased from a dirt lot in the downtown borros of San Angelo, TX. She was a beautiful rusty maroon with rims to match, sporting a funky little light blue spoiler lying the name Z28. She barely ran then, which was to be expected. She had spent the previous 11 years in a field. She had only one previous owner who had apparently been a policeman for the San Angelo force back in the eighties. After we got her home, we knew something just wasn't right about the car. It is to be expected that old cars have a little bit of personality... but there was just something... off about this shy little 78. We did a little bit of tuning, cleaned her up, and readied to take her up to Dallas, 300 miles she ended up making just fine.
A few weeks later my father came down from is vacation in Wisconsin to see what exactly I had bought with the two thousand dollars he said I could use to purchase another car to replace my wrecked Neon. It wasn't any secret that he hated old cars but when he walked up and saw Rally his face contorted in shame.
"What's wrong with its spoiler?" he scowled and pinched her character. He no more than uttered the insult when gas started pouring out onto his feet. This was the beginning of a beautiful and unique relationship he was to have with Rally.
As months went by my dad and Rally spent a lot of quality time together. At first her battery tray was rusting out so he had made plans to fix it before the battery fell out of the car, mid-go. It wasn't long before there was a nice string of cursing from the garage and a lot of slamming. He stormed into the kitchen where I sat at the counter.
"Your CAR just dropped a battery on my FOOT!"
"What did you say to piss her off?"
It was the start of many incidents between my father and Rally, one involving the slamming of her hood onto his head and then hands. She quickly earned the nickname Rally Christine.
In 2004, Rally was purchased from a dirt lot in the downtown borros of San Angelo, TX. She was a beautiful rusty maroon with rims to match, sporting a funky little light blue spoiler lying the name Z28. She barely ran then, which was to be expected. She had spent the previous 11 years in a field. She had only one previous owner who had apparently been a policeman for the San Angelo force back in the eighties. After we got her home, we knew something just wasn't right about the car. It is to be expected that old cars have a little bit of personality... but there was just something... off about this shy little 78. We did a little bit of tuning, cleaned her up, and readied to take her up to Dallas, 300 miles she ended up making just fine.
A few weeks later my father came down from is vacation in Wisconsin to see what exactly I had bought with the two thousand dollars he said I could use to purchase another car to replace my wrecked Neon. It wasn't any secret that he hated old cars but when he walked up and saw Rally his face contorted in shame.
"What's wrong with its spoiler?" he scowled and pinched her character. He no more than uttered the insult when gas started pouring out onto his feet. This was the beginning of a beautiful and unique relationship he was to have with Rally.
As months went by my dad and Rally spent a lot of quality time together. At first her battery tray was rusting out so he had made plans to fix it before the battery fell out of the car, mid-go. It wasn't long before there was a nice string of cursing from the garage and a lot of slamming. He stormed into the kitchen where I sat at the counter.
"Your CAR just dropped a battery on my FOOT!"
"What did you say to piss her off?"
It was the start of many incidents between my father and Rally, one involving the slamming of her hood onto his head and then hands. She quickly earned the nickname Rally Christine.
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