So you’ve been invited to accompany a new group of Breakfast Run riders this weekend, and you want to impress them?
You’ve got your knee-sliders worn just right, your bike is screaming with the new carbon pipe and your wheelies are the best your nieces and nephews have ever seen, but you’re still worried that you might not impress that rad’ cherry on her gold-plated boney?
Fear not, for the solution is here, courteousy of UD Replicas, novelty leathers!
Star Wars / Stormtrooper
Batman Begins
X-Men United / Wolverine
DISCLAIMER: You may look, feel and be inclined to act like a complete jackass when dressed like the unfortunate model above. Any monies paid in order to look like the model above is highly will not be refunded as you will have learnt your lesson, we all hope.
DISCLAIMERDISCLAIMER: For the anal-retentives among us, the above disclaimer is a fictional composition, designed to impart wit. It bears no relation to anything real. Chill.
For those of you who lust after the old school power of the ‘80s turbo F1, have a look at this forum thread.
It’s a fascinating read (with photos!) on the absolutely ingenious technology used and will surely leave you agog to seek out some old footage on YouTube.
Toyota Motorsport has smashed the electric lap record around Germany’s famous Nürburgring circuit. Driver Jochen Krumbach powered his electric EVP001 to a record 7mins 47.794 seconds.
The previous record for an electric car around the track was 9 minutes, 1.338 seconds, held by Peugeot’s EX1.
Based on a radical sports car chassis, the EVP001 is powered by two electric motors with a maximum combined power output of 275kW and 800Nm of torque, capable of propelling the electric racer to a top speed of 260km/h. The vehicle weighs just 970kg and Toyota is so impressed with its performance they will begin selling its technology in 2012 for use in a “single make electric motorsport series”.
ELECTRICSERIES?
The EVP001 was fitted with road-legal tyres and fortunately the weather held during the record setting run despite the track temperature being relatively low.
TMG director of business operations, Rob Leupen, said the P001’s record proved there was “huge potential” for electric vehicles on the racetrack.
“There’s no doubt that electric motorsport can be every bit as thrilling as traditional racing and it was an amazing sensation to watch the TMG electric vehicle fly past on the Nordschleife, with only the sound of wind rushing past and tyres squealing,” Mr Leupen said.
“This is not the end of the story for TMG and I hope we will see our electric powertrains in action on the track again soon.”
Have you ever sat down and deciphered the reasoning behind going to a racetrack?
The cameras broadcasting to your screen might give you a fuller view of what’s going, accompanied by an array of Petrolhead–exciting stats, but you visit a racetrack to get the motoring experience.
The crowds, abuzz with energetic enthusiasm. The pits, alive with all manner of potent machinery, personnel, VIPs and drivers, of course. The seemingly wanton women, dressed in superb form-fitting garb. All of this before an engine’s even roared to life.
When the thunder comes though, the game is on. Your adrenalin — teetering on the edge of explosion — rapidly rises, anticipating the imminent Go! Go! Go! from the marshall.
The race is underway! Your nostrils are filled with an assortment of aromas labelled ‘car’, your eyes are shifting left and right faster than the drivers are shifting and your ears are flooded with all manner of acoustic wonder.
Women, will never understand this.
Now, in this scenario, if you did away with the multiple camera views, the inspired stats, most of the people and perhaps even the wanton women, you could still get a huge chunk of enjoyment out of it.
If, however, you took away the sounds, you would kill it immediately.
When you are standing next to a corner, preferably one necessitating severe braking, you are privileged to enjoy the violent down-shifting going on metres away from you. You are experiencing the popping and growl of the exhaust, sent god-like to you, from the assortment of cams, carbs and throttle bodies whizzing past you, all packaged up into a delightful roar by (hopefully) open pipes.
If you’re even luckier, you’ll see the branches glowing bright red, or have a tunnel within earshot, allowing you to get an amplified crack straight from Thor’s hammer resonating through you like the collective orgasm of Sweden’s national swimsuit team.
If they don’t have such a team, they ought to.
When a woman looks at something soft and cuddly, they feel warm and good inside.
When a man looks at a decent set of exhaust branches, he feels the same.
If a car is not fast, but sounds demonic, it is an arguably an awesome car.
Rob Leupen has not the foggiest idea what motorsport enthusiasts want. We don’t want to know that your racecar emits water, or that it uses some amazing hybrid technology or even that it has more torque than an Oprah-branded SUV on a bad day.
We want to see power figures that match those of our cars (ours with all of our friends combined). We want to know that it’s running on some fuel borrowed from the fighter jet parked at the base down the road that gives us 5% more power (despite emitting a million tonnes of carbon). Lastly, we want to HEAR the cars. We want to know that the driver is accelerating through the gears, having passed through Turn 3 on the far side of the track from us. We want to know that from the sound, not from the big screen and not from the speakers blaring out rubbish music inbetween the updates spewed out by the distorted DJ.
The video above might show a racecar with superlative acceleration, but it’s boring. Boring, boring, boring.
If we have to put up with an electric toothbrush on wheels during the week, please give us a proper racecar on the weekend.
A recent epic South African road trip by Australian fuel-efficiency experts John and Helen Taylor (4431km in a Toyota Prius on less than 140 litres of petrol) seems to have set a new fashion.
The latest to step up for the long road were veteran journalists (and cousins) Malcolm and Rodney Kinsey, who set a South African record for the longest distance travelled by a passenger car without refuelling — 1941km, to be precise!
Malcolm Kinsey, of course, is the author of the annual Kinsey Report on the prices of replacement parts for cars in South Africa.
The two cousins, with six-times SA Rally champion Jan Hettema as observer in a back-up car, filled up their bog-standard VW Golf 1.6 TDI BlueMotion’s 55-litre tank at the SA Customs post in Beit Bridge, on the Zimbabwean border and, by rocking the car and “trickle-filling”, managed to squeeze in almost an extra 10 litres.
Then they set off toward Gauteng, at 4pm on a Friday afternoon, running at a steady 80-90km/h, the slowest speed at which the TDI would pull top gear without labouring.
That sounds like a crazy time to start a long trip, but there was method in the Kinseys’ madness, as they crossed the urban sprawl of Pretoria and Johannesburg in the small hours of Saturday morning without even slowing down.
They reached Bloemfontein at about 9am on Saturday morning and took a well-earned break, getting back on the road just before 4am on Sunday morning.
They were, however, very lucky in that an earlier approach to the Director of Roads had borne fruit, and they were escorted through each of the many stop/go roadwork sites on the N1 with the minimum wastage of time and fuel.
The group reached Cape Town late on the Sunday with the Golf running on fumes, having driven 1941km, at an average speed of just under 70km/h, on 63.8 litres of diesel, for an overall fuel consumption of 3.29 litres/100km.
And Rod Kinsey, whose idea the record attempt was, said: “The car was fantastic — it drives like it was built for economy runs!”
What we have here is a Golf powered by a hugely uninteresting 1.6l three cylinder TDi that would be better suited for use as a starter motor on a real engine.
Let’s examine the facts..
We have experienced motoring journalists driving a car (we have not been told whether or not they they carried anything other than themselves) which was filled in excess of normal methods and capacity, over a route planned with traffic patterns, roadworks and along open freeways in mind and then VW has the audacity to claim this as a miraculous feat?
What a load of bollocks.
Driving a 1.9 Polo TDi (76 Kw), with none of the above aids, over a few days of town traffic and then a long freeway trip (with heavy cargo on the return route), I have been able to achieve 1,200 km with fumes to spare — and all at an average of 130 Km/h by way of the car’s speedometer. I must be one amazingly fuel conscious driver.
How about 3.8l achieved in the last stage of a 600 km trip in a BMW 330d with a passenger at a cruise-controlled GPS-set 130 km/h? That’s a 3.0 diesel engine.
Any decent diesel engine is going to return notable mileage when used with a sensible foot. Slightly less notable with somewhat more mad action on the right pedal.
Smaller engines work harder. More work = more energy.
Want to save the planet? Buy a diesel. A proper one — not a toy.
Most petrolheads grin somewhat when they get behind the wheel of a vehicle equipped with a turbo.
The whoooooshing surge of power that belts you up to speed is addictive, even at low boost.
Whether you call it a snail, a hairdryer or a turbo — it’s a desirable bit of kit on any speedfreak’s shopping list.
In an exercise liberally adorned with the tag overkill, Steve Sandlin built himself a ’57 Chevy with a difference — eight times different to be precise. Yep, Steve’s ’57 has EIGHT Borg-Warner turbos.
Considering the same would be possible with one to two, I can only assume this is for show — and a grand one it is.
So, what are the specs?
Engine, Drivetrain, & Underhood Electrical Systems
Intake: F.A.S.T. LSX polymer three piece manifold & 90mm billet throttle body
Fuel System: F.A.S.T. 600 lb/hr pump feeds 65 lb/hr injectors mounted in billet fuel rails that are
controlled by an adjustable fuel regulator
Heads: GMLS1 aluminum with Manley stainless 2.02 intake & 1.57 exhaust valves sealed with Cometic
four-piece head gaskets
Power Adder: eight Borg Warner/3K Turbos
Engine Management: F.A.S.T. electronic engine control system with C-Com software
Wiring: Neptunes Audio custom built system
Exhaust: Custom built stainless 1–3/4” into 2–1/2” turbo log system exiting thru 2” stainless “wild tube” headers into 2–1/2” duals all the way out the bumper
Transmission: 4L60E 4-Speed automatic controlled by FAST/TCI transmission controller
Engine Cooling: 40in custom aluminum radiator cooled by three SPAL 10” slimline fans
Air Conditioning: Vintage Air 134A system
Hoses: AeroQuip AQP stainless braided hose systems used throughout
Front Wiring Harness: F.A.S.T. engine control harness
Instrument Gauges: Stewart Warner Performance Series speedo, tachometer, oil pressure, oil temperature, fuel level, water temperature, turbo boost, two pyrometers, turbo oil pressure & turbo oil temperature, all gauges are red backlit (Provided by Fuel Systems Inc.)
Radio: Pioneer CD/DVD player with flip screen display and rear view camera
Hood: Linear actuators control opening and closing with a 12 inch Spal fan, aids cooling through the cowl induction hood
Seats: All leather 2+2 Configuration, 6-way power reclining front
Interior Trim: Custom matched red leather with steel construction parade boot
Body Panels: Custom built all steel cowl induction hood, Corvette door handles
Paint: GM Torch Red, PPG basecoat/clearcoat system
Trim & Moldings: Polished stainless trim with carbon fiber sail panels on quarter panels
Bumpers: Front & rear bumpers smoothed & flush fit to body, air-intake enters through front bumper and exhaust exits through rear bumber, both units are welded into one piece and painted body color
Lamps/Lenses: Custom aluminum third brake light mounted flush with surface of trunk lid
Windshield Wipers: N/A
Check out the build here and the finished product here.
Motor vehicle manufacturers often present us with the biggest load of bollocks, hoping we’ll spend our overly-taxed earnings on what is usually cr*p of the highest order.
We’re shown images of empty roads, smiling drivers and of laughing kids in the back. We’re bombarded with stats on how their cars go a million miles an hour, save the endangered purple-dotted green-slashed micro giant fruit-eating wombat of Tjakibollybogstan due to better fuel economy and how easily we can afford to enjoy all of this — moreso than the last one, which was updated six months ago but is now old.
Over the years we’ve seen cars thrown out of planes, driven to the arctic, driven around the world, submerged in water and so on and so forth.
Every so often though, they come up with an idea that, while truly Mind-boggling, succeeds — even twenty-five-plus years on — in getting you to talk about the product, have fun with the product and perhaps — they hope — buy the product on the wave of non-sensical fun you’re enjoying as a result.
In 1985 ISUZU released Dancing In Paris, a three-and-a-half minute extravaganza of co-ordinated stunt driving in Paris, France.
It does nothing to show off the Gemini in practical terms and it certainly never reached my side of the world, but in 2011, thanks to the Internet, I got to see, enjoy and love the ad’.
Would I have bought a Gemini as a result? It’s hard to say, with hindsight, but the ad’ is twenty-six years old and I — and other local motoring enthusiasts — are still talking about it. Now that’s impact.