:: Porkchop Serum ::

:: Wednesday, February 11, 2004 ::

Didn't get to the laundry.. ah well.. hopefully its a windy day tomorrow.

On the upside, I think I got the brake issue all straightened out. Apparently the key to the two-piece rotor system is the rotor ring and how it mounts to the rotor hat. The rotor "floats" on the rotor hat and even though the hat is secured to the ring with 10 bolts threaded into locking bushings, to tighten them too much prevents the rotor ring from doing it's floating thing. This creates excess noise, according to the Porsche documentation, which in turn, because the ring locked against the hat, perhaps unevenly, causes the vibrations I was experiancing. It's really a counter-intuitive peice of engineering. The bolts are only supposed to be torqued to 8 ft-lbs!!! That's possible without a torque wrench or any special tools.. Thats BARELY tight!! Yet because of the design of the bolts and bushings, the bolts wont back out and the ring is free to float and be happy and dissapate heat and all the things good brakes are supposed to do. In the meantime, I'm going to keep the new rotors off the car until I get my hands on some garnet paper. I would like to get rid of the pad imprints before reinstalling although I'm 80% sure that if I installed them now, knowing what now know, I believe I wouldnt have any problems.... Man, those Germans and their commitment to automotive excellence in engineering. Mad love.

:: sandy 11:30 PM [+] ::
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I Like That!!! Shake yo tailfeather like a saltshaker or a polaroid picture.. fuck it, you don't know my name.

:: sandy 7:26 AM [+] ::
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Sandy followed with his eyes as the caravan cruised past what he had thought, upon it's emergence from the horizon, was their ultimate destination. Set back from from the roadside was an immense power generation facility, the teltale hemisphere of a commercial fusion reactor gazed upwards from the parched red soil, staring forever into the heavens.

"Don't those things usually come with cities.....?" He thought to himself. It stood alone amongst a vast expanse of nothingness as if it were powering the desert itself.

The two Suburbans sped on. The odd plant had nearly slipped back below the horizon when both vehicles pulled off the main road, trailing a roiling blast of powdery dust. Sandy could only guess what would happen now and he didnt have much to go on. He peered out at the dilapidated Pueblo House, a long since abandoned rest stop, unable to see anything of interest except a bright red soda machine. His mouth began to water alas Coca Cola was a rapidly fading memory, a reminder of an America that once was.


Nothing was happening.


"Shit..." Sandy braced for... something. This silence was a bad omen, he felt. Each muted second that past, Sandy imagined a blade encroaching ever closer to his skull, hoping to plunge smoothly inside. Unwilling to move or speak for fear of disturbing his captors, Sandy scoured his memory for an appropriate song, a tune to prevent him from throwing open the door and sprinting off into the twilight. He settled on a particularly raucous oldie by Trillville. "YOU CAN NEVA EVA, EVA EVA.....!!!"

The driver lowered his head slightly and one of the goliaths in the back breathed a sigh of resignation. When Sandy was almost positive he couldnt bear another minute of sitting frozen in place, suddenly everyone sprung to live and exploded from each vehicle, yanking both he and Matt out onto the broken asphalt.

Briefly ignoring the activity in the background, Sandy studied Matt for a second and spoke softly to his compatriate, "What the fuck."

Matt was clearly detached from reality, even more than normal. He traced patterns in the air with his hands and muttered repeatedly, "Oooh, you fucked up now, didn't ya. I can read and write your schematica!!"

"Homes?" Sandy queried

Matt ceased his chanting to acknowledge his friend, "Christmas Jones!? I have found their BONE PHONES!!!"

"Snap out of it your cocksucker motherfucker!! We need to stay alert, here! We've come too far to not take advantage of this opportunity!" Sandy's motivational cries fell on chemically altered ears. He smacked Matt upside the head out of frustration with the current situation.

"GO!" Screamed one of the mirrored men. They stood encircling their two captured prey, bracing themselves.

An awesome metallic crack echoed into space. The ground shuddered and neatly cleaved itself into the shape of a large square, enveloping all three trucks and fourteen men, standing or otherwise.

"Fuckin A!" Sandy was close to pissing himself at this point. Matt continued to convulse to an invisible beat.

"We're sinking... fuck fuck fuck!!!"

Gazing up from inside a rectangular shaft, everyone watched as the hole left punched in the earth above sealed itself off, bathing the platform in absolute blackness. "Sit still", growled someone in the dark. "This won't take long." In a matter of seconds, just as had been predicted, the platform emerged from the dark only to reveal the most spectacular sight either Matt or Sandy had ever seen. They were now inside a cave. No, a chasm. A subterrainean space of such unfathomable magnitude, a tear dropped from Sandy's eye and nestled into the dust at his feet. This wasn't just some empty geological void containing stalagmites and stalagtites. They were decending from three thousand feet above a giant urban landscape stretching as far as the eye could see. It appeared to be nighttime. Two massive skyscapers waded amongst a sea of similarly lit smaller buildings, bathing everything in a gentle amber glow. Sandy couldn't believe his eyes. In a matter of minutes he and Matt will have gone from the desolate wastelands of the American southwest to the streets of a giant underground city the size of Manhattan.

Matt had stopped flailing and from out of the windnoise he spoke, "God, I just need a sweet bitch. You know sombody not to fast but not to slow!!"

Sandy glanced over at his friend, "As soon we get to our cell or holding pen of whatever the fuck they put us in... I'm going to BEAT THAT ASS!!!"

They sat in silence the rest of the way.

:: sandy 11:59 PM [+] ::
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i need time.. the story continues.. soon.

:: sandy 11:52 PM [+] ::
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