Products & Passion & Power

Sales guys. Peddlers. We'll know them, seen them and not the least heard them. Salt Slush sell stuff too. But we sell stuff we like, understand and use ourselves. Big Turbos, Superchargers and T-Shirts. Stuff for people with urge to move on, who seek performance and adventure. For car guys and girls that crave big power and high speed and adventure beyond travel sites. For the brave ones.

We love our products and we're thrilled about getting things right. To help our customers  reach thier performance goals. No matter if it's a race car, a hot rod, a tuned sports car, muscle car...we like to help out with boosting system. Both with advices and products.

 

How we use our products?

  

Our materialized team dream. The Race car. Our 449 Amazon, 6 cylinder, 3.0L, 750hp and 1000Nm and equipped with a BorgWarner EFR 9180 turbo. A low lag turbo that helps us to get the nice driving behaviour on the Salt.

We all need a Daily Driver. A car that can take us over the hills and far away. Something reliable and fun to drive. Here's my choice. A Corvette C6 with a Magnuson Supercharger  Handles Swiss mountain roads just fine.

Race Cars ar cool and Daily drivers needed. But many of us need something in between as well. Anders in salt Slush racing is one of them. He needs a summer ride with potential. It's not ready yet, but it's a baby being born. A Magnuson Supercharged El Camino.

 

Salt Slush Racing, a team that walk the talk.

Big Love and Hassel: Salt Slush & The Old Suburban - A complicated love story

Hauler, Tow Truck, SUV, Carryall, Limousine. We're talking Suburban, Chevy Suburban.  No use to argue about facts. If' you're an active car guy or girl, you need one. Because of capacity and volume. 6 person on tour with a V8 in the trunk and a car on a trailer? No problem. Still luggage space!

 

Besides, you'll get a comfy ride too. Drive around with the 454 big block inside a car park with window down and just enjoy. The sound. From that 7,4L engine.

 

So we bought ourselves a rust free 2500 Suburban from 1995 to as a tow truck for our 449 Amazon land speed racer. Felt good. Even great.

Doesn't look too bad on Salt.

Work's well in all kinds of deserts and Cina likes them too. 

Buying an old Burb introduce you to new people. Which is good. Always.

 

Are there any obstacles??? 

Well, actually we had a few. Nothing major, but still, a few.

Before we even signed the line, the fuel pump had to be changed. At the dealers expense. A new fuel pump is relaxing to have. Really. Because fuel supply is a good thing.  

Later we've learned that a sealed and perky coolant pump with some fresh new hoses also were needed to make our long term marriage a success story. So we changed that.

 As a morning gift our green lady got new tires and a full service as well.

Some cars are hard to please. Obviously a tow ride over the salt flats was needed to keep up the good hauling mode.

 

And you can't blame a 23 year old to ask for a new starter motor either. She got it on a Sunday in Wendover, NV.

In fact the old Burb was so exited over this place so it burned the alternator outside the garage doors in pure joy.

Ain't she sweet?

 

But still, when it's eating up endless road in Nevada, cool as can be with refilled refrigerant, perfect oil pressure and steady coolant meter.

Then it still feels really good.

 

 

 

 

Gloomy as Swedish Litterature.

The village is empty. There's no one to be seen. Outside the rain is pouring down since days. The warm once-every-decade-summer is over. The depressing Nordic climate is back. In full power. We're all living in the grey and gloomy nightmare that we're doing our best to deny.

Was that all?

No. A few of us still have a hideout when the sun don't shine. A place where race cars are built, rear ends are changed and stories are told.

If you don't have a place and space like this…. get one. It's good for you!  

Old squarish Swedes gets new rear end. 

 Stories are told for young and old.

It ain't easy to stop dreaming

Travel. Sometime we all travel. We go away for a period of time. For a while we feel at ease when we come back home. We've rested and we're good. We tell stories about food and drinks and place we've visited and people we've meet. We describe how cool various place of interest was and wasn't.

 

But let's assume that you've gone beyond all of the above. Experienced something which is hard to reproduce. Something that might have changed you forever.

How to communicate that?

You can tell stories about fantastic roaring engines, cool cars and bikes. How to explain that you've made a irreversible inner journey that is associated with a team, a dream and a scheme?

After the first race a Bonneville Speed Week.

Something happened, but you don't know what it is. 

We're absorbing our first time. Our first Bonneville Speed Week.  

Erik, Don and Rick. Focused as can be. Nitro ain't milk even if it's in your vains.  

Before the first run. At this point you don't know that you'll be somewhat different in a couple of minutes.

 As Erik said with a grin: It's only first time at Bonneville Speed Week once...

 Now we know. But we cannot explain.

 

Cross Creative

Gentrification. A phenomena that can make any creative soul wake up in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat.

So far it's just a bad dream. Cause right now we're in the middle of a creative flow. Or rather a creative highway. Small businesses, Car guys & girls, Bikers and Artists are all coming together at Ringön and start to interact. A-fucking-mazing. 

A place and space for people who think, do and create. People who're building amazing cars bikes or creating art of various kind. A place to meet, get new ideas and learn how to do new stuff. A place where land speed dreams are being born and realized....

Annika and a beast. The beast of an Artist...and as it seems, a deep thinking, wise beast.

Our old Chevy Van got a pin striping treatment by our own artist today. Annika.

Ringö ChopShop. Award winning Bikes formed with an artistic focus and crave for workshop machines,

Garage Dinner and good stories from all around the world.

Dinners is done. We're digesting. Bar will open soon.

At midnight it was time to celebrate our 15 runs at Bonneville Speed Week.

So, Anders opened up his humidor.

And there was smoke.

Tobacco smoke. 

And joy.

We need to talk...

..about serious stuff that matters. Face to face. About things like Superchargers, Turbochargers and Landspeed racing.

If you'er a car guy or girl in need of therapy and a couch. Then we're ready. You've found what you're looking for.

Come to Kalkbruksgatan 2 tomorrow and we'll be there to support good discussions during the Ringödagens Swap Meet.

Besides. Mercedes C63 Magnuson kit is on sale. How about that?  

White Salt, Blue Skies, Black Mountains and Good friends.

Contrasts. That's what it's all about at Bonneville Salt Flats. Hot days and cool nights. Colorful race cars on the white salt under the blue skies. Deadly strict safety applied by socially skilled inspectors. Tough environment conditions endured by humans with a crave for speed and an unspoken understanding of what mother nature could create at places like this at any time.

Teams on low budget next to million dollar +400mph masters.  

Magic? Engineers and mechanics don't believe in Mumbo Jumbo. They want fact's and figures. Our brains are wired that way. But still...even a sane brain sometimes get poetic.

Green on a salt surface of dreams.

Motorcycle racer seconds before the throttle opens up.

Green grace.

 Analysis and Team Sprit. Combined.

Rick-The-Car-Fixer being celebrated at the fantastic, no thills, Salt Flat Café in Wendover. 

Rick just before his +200mph run on which the engine blow.

Because we love turbos and boost pressure.

Peace. The Desert silent after a roaring race just before the push car arrives.

A moment of relief that no coach of any kind can supply.