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this is what my Z should look like right now…luckily, it does not.
I’m letting the car warm up yesterday before work…and walk up to it and smell gas…get a bit concerned, kneel down next to it, and see a swamp of 93 octane under it! dive in the car, take out key, franticly slap at turbo timer to get car to turn off…and pop the hood.
idiot me must not have tightened the clamp down enough on the fuel line that attaches to the hard line leading into the fuel rail…and it left puddles everywhere in my engine, which was by this point fully heated up…i was scared shitless. didn’t know if i should try to take a towel and dab up the gas or just push the car away from my house, keep hood popped, and hope for the best while staying far away. i really freaked out when i saw a tad of smoke coming from under the intake…under the puddles of gas. i dont think i’ve ever been so freaked out in my life…
when all was calm and the gas gone though…i still didn’t get away with a warning on this one. my freshly painted (compliments of Mr. 2TurboZ) intake and balance tube, which looked phenomenal…probably the best looking part of the car…were shot. The gas immediately ate away at the enamel on the plenum and it was all wrinkled and falling off…the balance tube too. when little shit goes wrong with my car, it annoys me but i deal with it…but something like this, the first thing to really turn out well and make me happy/proud to pop the hood gets destroyed within 2 days of getting the car back together…i’m genuinely upset…wtf.