Honestly Joe, I think Mike has it somewhat right here.Thank you Dave.
Of all us here you have probably more experience than anyone else trying to separate contaminating fluids from air.
I laid in bed this morning thinking about my options.
When I turned 40, I decided to check one of the bucket items off of my list.
Skydiving.
If you've never been, I highly recommend it. The immediate "after" experience was about as close to experiencing euphoria as the word means for anybody.
You'll also get to experience, uncertainty, anxiety, and terror all in the same 30 minutes.
When, and if you decide to do this, and you find a service offering tandom skydiving..I'll bet you'll experience similar emotions, but for those that choose to abstain.....this is how it was for me.
The morning you get there, you pay, and sign a couple of waivers releasing the company from any liability in the unlikely event that you end up a grease spot in the middle of a field should anything go wrong. Despite that possibility, they assure you that there are literally 10's of thousands of these jumps going off without a hitch every year,..but........juuuust in case.......please sign here.
Immediately afterwards they fit you for your jump suit....a kinda baggy set of coveralls that go over your street clothes. The purpose I can only guess would be to keep said street clothes from tearing apart, or coming unbuttoned, or even coming off as you plummet at 125 MPH for the 1 full minute that you are falling.
Next is the 15 minute jump class, where they let you know what happens after you get in the plane and are now attached to your " jump master". The instructor tells you that you'll be attached via a safety harness to the front of your jump master, much like a baby harnesses you see mommy wearing when carrying little Tommy around in at the store....only for big people. The guy goes on to tell you about the low ceiling in the plane that forces everybody to walk like a duck when boarding, and that you'll more or less be sitting in a grown mans lap for the 15 minutes it'll take for the plane to get to altitude. He tells you that when the door goes up on the side of the plane after take off, you'll be at 14,500-15,000 feet, and that'll be jump altitude. You'll then allow the soloists to get out first, your cameraman ( if you elected to have your jump video'd) will be hanging outside holding onto some part of the plane, waiting on your exit. When you get to the door, your jump master will grab the opening, and start the " 1,2,3 rock" and on "3" he'll push both of you out the door. All the jump master wanted you to do, was pretend that you're executing a swan dive when you go out,...and then just enjoy the ride.
The door goes up, it's now about 20 degrees cooler than it was on the ground, the plane empties out and we duck-walk from the back, to the open door.
It was all I could do just to stay focused on going out the door. I knew if I thought about it for even a second, or looked down, the rational side of my brain would've dug my heels in, and rode that plane right back down to the ground....but I allowed the jump master to push me out instead.
Air rushes in your face so violently, you feel like you cannot breathe. On the way up, The jump master tells me that if I feel like I cannot breathe, I can cup my hands over my nose and mouth and breathe, and catch my breath. but he wants me to return my hands back to 'Swan dive" position after that so that the cameraman who's falling right in front of you can see your face.
I put one thumb up to acknowledge that I heard and understood him. ( Yes, said the thumb)
Almost immediately after leaving the plane, I can't breathe,...I cup my hands over my face. I'm perfectly content to leave them there, but the jump master grabs my wrist and pulls it away, back out to swan dive mode. He points to the cameraman right in front of us. That's all fine and dandy, but I can't breathe, and so I return to the cup hands mode in a very short time afterward. For a second time, I get my hands yanked away from my face. This happens one final time before we've fallen the 10,000 feet of free fall, and the JM pulls the rip cord.
And I thank God that I am no longer falling at 125 mph,....now perfectly content to be hanging in that harness, still 4500 feet above the ground. This is where you start to experience the euphoria.
The insane, noisy rush that preceded this part was so intense, to now be hanging in the harness is soo freaking calming that you are just flooded with awe. The jump master and you can now talk normally, so the first thing you do is apologize for being a wuss, and cupping your hands over your face......3 times. He laughs and tells you that it happens all the time....He lets you steer the canopy. You cut through clouds. It's freakin amazing.
When the ground approaches he tells you that he's gonna set you on your butt, juusst like sitting in a chair,... but at the last minute, changes that and tells you that he changed his mind, and he's gonna put you on your feet instead. And now you'll just take a few steps after we touch down...He adds..
"Don't fall, or we'll both go down."
And then we land.....and its just like stepping off the porch.
Now,...What's this all got to do with today? How does jumping out a plane 20 years ago relate to the Monster today?
Maybe I need to be pushed out the door.
3 of 6 cylinders tested poorly when I did the leak down test. It's gotta be those three cylinders that are causing all of the blow by I'm experiencing. The obvious fix for that is to replace the ring set. Despite the writing on the wall, I know that I'm gonna need some sort of catch can system even if I replace the rings,..the engine will still have to be allowed to breathe.
My best friend builds race cars, and engines ( the guy I got the solenoid from). In addition to that he tunes, and pilots some 4 second drag car, so I consider him a go to for advice.
He tells me to leave it alone. But he's got a race car guy mentality.
So I solicit opinions from you guys...because you have a street car guy mentality.
Do I build the mega catch can, or pull the engine?( before you just throw out advice, remember what's involved to pull an engine,...especially this engine.)
Think about this.....
Its now getting warm again. Your out on one of your 40 mike trips to a car show after a gruelling day explaining how a BMW works to a guy that still has as flip phone....
You're on the freeway and notice a little loss in power.... The Monster cruises on....but when you get off the freeway you notice a weird shake in the engine....and clouds of smoke trailing behind you....bellowing out your tail pipes. ....Now you can either kill all the mosquito's on your " cheek puckering " cruise back home....or call the dreaded tow truck rescue squad.... Then you get to sit at home rebuilding the Monster during the best weather of the year.
I say to pull it and straighten out the ring situation. You and I both know that bad rings only get worse....to the point where the oil starts slipping by fowling plugs and pushing all kinds of oily black crud through your turbo and out the pipes. That situation leads to carbon build up in the turbo, which isn't a good thing. It robs power due to low compression....destabilizes crank harmonics...and turns the Monster into a smoke screening orange version of night rider.
Enjoy your new home and the Monsters lab. Rebuild it while its cold as hell outside. Enjoy the thrill of driving it when the weather turns around and cruise with only small concerns.
My only lack of humor, non-sarcastic, advice is this:
If it were my car and you were completely, emotionally detached from the project...
What would your advise be to me (about just the car)?
that was harder
than I thought
It's better with dry humor