You can always tell a real friend: when you’ve made a fool of yourself he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job.
~ Laurence J. Peter
One of the central elements of my personal interest in everything cars lies within the friendships that I’ve formed over the years. I always felt that if I was presented the option of being able to have any and all the cars I’ve ever wanted but could not share them with friends that I wouldn’t be able to accept. The best part of working on cars, racing them or even showing them is sharing that experience with others.
Even further to the truth, friends are good people to help you push.
A few years ago a typical trip to the car wash, my RX8 suddenly would no longer start. It was labor day weekend late in the evening and getting a tow truck would have taken hours. My friends Tony, Aaron, Bryant and Jen sprang into action! At Tony’s suggestion, we pushed my RX8 down a major street for over a mile to Tony’s house with Jen in the driver’s seat. While utterly exhausting, we got the car back to Tony’s house and over the course of the week we got the car fixed.
While we couldn’t push my RX8 to the Sevenstock hotel, once again I was faced with my RX8 being disabled but this time with a blown motor. Brace yourself, this is a long story.
Shortly after my motor went, I was attempting to keep the car running by running the RPMs high and to keep moving through traffic. At some point the group took a wrong exit which took me off the highway. My heel-toe skills are nearly non-existent due to how I position my feet so as I rolled to a stop at the end of the ramp I was forced to work the brake, gas and clutch at the same time. I got a bit overwhelmed and instead of rear ending my friend Karl I opted to hit the brake which allowed the car to die. I was the last car in the group and since no one else knew what was going on they kept going. Karl stayed behind having heard my car die.
Once it was clear I couldn’t get the car started, Karl left to park his own car to then help me push. I attempted to move the car off the street. At that time, two people who were begging for cash on the off-ramp came over and helped me push the car without any question. We got it off the ramp and I thanked them in kind…I hope they made the best of it. Karl and I tried to jump the car and I even tried adjusting the tune which didn’t help. I asked Karl to humor me with a push start so we pushed the car up the road, turned it around and gave me a final shove. Shortly before the road ended in an intersection I kicked the clutch and the car started.
Karl followed me as I struggled to get the car back on the highway. We made the transition to the right highway but I wasn’t on the road more than 15 minutes when Karl pulled next to me yelling “pull over your car is ON FIRE!”
Mind you, this was a busy LA freeway at about 2:30pm. I saw traffic was clear and pulled across 3 or 4 lanes to the side of the road. As soon as the car stopped, all the smoke from the rear came flying forward. I exited the car quickly and found that the rear exhaust shrouds were totally melted and on fire. Karl pulled in behind me and acted quickly with his fire extinguisher to put the fire out. Karl later told me my exhaust tips had been glowing bright red and it was impossible to drive behind me because of the exhaust gas.
Without going into boring detail, we spent the next 2 hours on the side of the highway waiting for a tow truck. During that time I called Charles Hill to let him know what happened since I was going to need his help. He brought some calm to a stressful situation by giving me some focus and letting me know what the options were for getting the car home or having to work on it in California. Either way, the hotel was the immediate destination.
As soon as I had arrived at the hotel I got a couple calls from friends in Phoenix with options for getting the car back to Phoenix. I even had someone at Sevenstock offering to tow me to Vegas if need be. It was out of my way but it was assuring to know I had options. Later that evening, my friend James pitched me an idea that had the best outcome for the weekend. James had also brought his friend Joe from Santa Monica to Sevenstock. James suggested we return to Phoenix, grab his truck, rent a trailer and head back to LA to get the RX8. It was ambitious and it would mean a long day but it was plausible. Joe offered to come along and little did we know that he would play a major role in the whole adventure.
I spent Saturday working the Sevenstock event for Black Halo Racing as I ran around with a webcam trying to capture the event, the cars and even the lovely Black Halo Racing girls! It was a welcome distraction from Friday and everyone I knew there had a few kind words about my now paperweight worthy motor. The event was great and it was awesome to see some new faces and some old friends.
Sunday morning came. James, Joe and I all had breakfast downstairs and headed out for our journey back to Phoenix. We made pretty good time having arrived back in Phoenix around 2pm. We got some dinner, picked up the trailer and headed back for LA. We arrived at the hotel around 11pm. The first thing I did was uninstall the accessPORT and attempt to start the car. My jump box wasn’t working properly and the battery was completely drained. Next we wanted to attempt a push start. The car was aimed down the longest parking lot row in the hotel which also lead directly into the parking garage. I got a running start with James and Joe pushing but the car didn’t have enough momentum to start. We had positioned the truck and trailer at the end of the row hoping to easily start the car and drive it up the trailer.
Once it was obvious the car would not make it up the trailer under it’s own power we were only left with one option. We decided to push the RX8 to get a running start and then I’d drive it up the trailer. There were a few risks. First, the parking lot was very poorly lit and my battery was not strong enough to fire up my HID’s. Second, if I miss the ramps I could easily damage the car by running into the trailer. Third, if I hit the ramps wrong the car could possibly fall off the ramps causing damage to the car. Since the risk was high, I opted to drive.
James and Joe gave me a good running start. Years of having to hit Jeff’s ramps in his driveway, I knew where the ramps should be positioned in relation to areas on the hood. I aimed as best I could and the RX8 hit the ramps with an awful dragging noise due to my side flares. Halfway onto the trailer, the car stopped. I quickly grabbed the ebrake and put the brakes into the floor. I exited the car and had Joe get into the seat since he was 120 lbs soaking wet. However, James and I couldn’t get the RX8 to budge. The only choice we had was for Joe to get out and help us push. Joe got behind the car and we shoved the RX8 forward in the trailer with no driver. It hit the stops at the end of the trailer and the car was loaded.
Needless to say, there were high-fives all around. Without Joe we would not have gotten the car loaded.
Then began our long trip back to Phoenix. We had to drop Joe off in Santa Monica so we ended up adding an hour or two onto our trip. Once we were outside Santa Monica, James handed the keys over to me so he could catch a couple hours of sleep. At this point we had been up for nearly 20 hours.
The drive back was pretty uneventful. We arrived at Charles Hill’s house around 10am Monday and got the car unloaded. James gave it a good shove and it came right off the trailer. We then dropped the trailer off and James dropped me at my friend Mike’s house to pick up the yellow hot rod Mike was letting me borrow till my car was fixed. It was now noon on Monday and we had been up since 6am Sunday morning. The RX8 was now safely back in Phoenix and the work could begin to get it back on the road.
Despite the situation there were certainly things that could have gone much worse. Had Karl not stayed behind to help me with the car I could have easily ended up with a car that burned to the ground. He also kept me company and brought some humor to a situation that was far from funny. I could have ended up in a huge accident trying to get off the highway. I could have been without any means to get the car back to Phoenix or even a vehicle to get me to and from work in the interim. However, thanks to my friends and the Black Halo Racing team the best outcome was realized. I simply could not have done this all myself and I’m forever grateful to everyone for their assistance. I have a huge source of pride being part of this car community.
The next installment of the engine rebuild series I’ll discuss the engine removal as well as some of the findings and a sneak peak into the plans for the new motor!
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