Soooo, ~Frankenstang~ and I were indulging in our weekend 'Stangy fun today, and aside from a few other details such as stripping the funky purple tint from the windows of her Capri and whatnot, we decided to give both of her Foxes the ol' Seafoam douche. We've already given the Pervertible (her '86 GT 'vert) one dose of Seafoam, and GAWD I wish I'd had my camera handy for that one - I pity da fool that was following behind us during that first mile or so, it was like some kind of James Bond total smokescreen trick. Still, being that it's never had a proper cleaning out and there was still a lot of gunk left in there, we elected to give it a second go and let it soak while we fed the Capri a dose of the same auto liquor.
That all went well and good, so after blowing another load of poopie out the pipes of the 'vert, we took the Capri out to let it give its own exhibition of gaggingly white smokey joy. Although not nearly as impressive in its first WOT blast, the blowback we were getting while we'd been feeding it into the PCV valve while in the garage was almost enough to render us both unconscious, and the cloud was still considerable enough to bring smiles. Other drivers were looking at us with raised eyebrows, probably thinking we'd popped a head gasket or something. It was also, apparently, enough to draw the attention of Mr. Pinal County Sherriff's Deputy.
This cop was following us and initially looked like he was going to pass us. Then he slowed, following alongside for awhile. When he dropped back behind Frankie, I knew we were gonna be in for it. Fortunately, he'd missed the biggest portion of the smokescreen about three miles back, but there was still a fair amount of smoke steadily rolling from the tailpipes, and she didn't dare give it another WOT romp to clear its throat with the cop still behind her. Lights came on, and we pulled over on Old West Highway.
The guy was cool, surprisingly. His main gripes: a cracked windshield, no center rearview mirror (we fixed that issue an hour later), and of course, "You had an awful lot of white smoke coming out of your tailpipes, like something's wrong." And naturally, with the thing being registered as an '80 Mercury Capri but sporting the interior, front end, and rear bumper of a '90 Mustang Saleen clone, the cop was all about checking and double-checking the VIN numbers. He let us go with a warning, no biggie.
But it's a damn lucky thing he didn't see this about an hour beforehand... (And this was MILD compared to the first time we Seafoamed it.)
That all went well and good, so after blowing another load of poopie out the pipes of the 'vert, we took the Capri out to let it give its own exhibition of gaggingly white smokey joy. Although not nearly as impressive in its first WOT blast, the blowback we were getting while we'd been feeding it into the PCV valve while in the garage was almost enough to render us both unconscious, and the cloud was still considerable enough to bring smiles. Other drivers were looking at us with raised eyebrows, probably thinking we'd popped a head gasket or something. It was also, apparently, enough to draw the attention of Mr. Pinal County Sherriff's Deputy.
This cop was following us and initially looked like he was going to pass us. Then he slowed, following alongside for awhile. When he dropped back behind Frankie, I knew we were gonna be in for it. Fortunately, he'd missed the biggest portion of the smokescreen about three miles back, but there was still a fair amount of smoke steadily rolling from the tailpipes, and she didn't dare give it another WOT romp to clear its throat with the cop still behind her. Lights came on, and we pulled over on Old West Highway.
The guy was cool, surprisingly. His main gripes: a cracked windshield, no center rearview mirror (we fixed that issue an hour later), and of course, "You had an awful lot of white smoke coming out of your tailpipes, like something's wrong." And naturally, with the thing being registered as an '80 Mercury Capri but sporting the interior, front end, and rear bumper of a '90 Mustang Saleen clone, the cop was all about checking and double-checking the VIN numbers. He let us go with a warning, no biggie.
But it's a damn lucky thing he didn't see this about an hour beforehand... (And this was MILD compared to the first time we Seafoamed it.)