Sunday, March 29, 2020

Do it while you can!

Obstacles. Stoppers. Law, tax and death. And other assorted intriguing issues. Bad things that makes you slow. Thing that makes you loose your track. You know them all since before. Since years. Painful but familiar. When adding a Pandemic and a new global financial situation to all of the above, suddenly the sun isn't warm anymore. 

But how to handle an upcoming storm?  Should we all build a shelter and passively pray for better days? 

Advice will follow. But first a disclaimer. If you don't have any projects that awaits your attention and no wild dreams, this guidance is not for you. If time is valuable to you, stop reading.

Coming back to the headline. When I grow up, as a small kid in Sweden, there was this bumper sticker saying; 
- Do it today, it could be forbidden tomorrow.
That sentence was engraved in my mind forever. It initiated thinking and directed me to a certain way of living. Which has been good. So far.

The Salt Slush advice: Don't wait for Corona to defeat you. Keep to yourself, your closest friends and loved ones but take the opportunity to build up the race car from the parts that's been piling up for a period of time. Prepare your custom, hot rod or classic for the shining sun that eventually will be there. For most of us...

Besides, it's better to walk upright with head held high to whatever destiny rather than to loose dreams, themes and schemes in a downward spiral. 
Living as preaching. Magnus makes an engine swap in isolation.
Same thing. From another angle and another light.
The old Olds had to wake up one month too early.
In addition, we had to make an quarantine exception for Carina's surprisingly fast square body C20. Reason; Delivery capacity is needed since some customers follow the guidance of this headline.

Questions? Well, if they're about turbos and superchargers, the need for speed or living life while life can be lived, we might be there to support and advice.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Garage quarantine. A way to...keep us all alive!

Let's not kid ourselves. There's poison in the air.

People are dying and various experts are pointing in all possible directions. Take our unqualified advice in these times of uncertainty and...

1. pick up the phone and call your boss. Tell him or her that you’re in a tight spot and in need of immediate isolation while keeping a substantial salary. Which is true. Here's why; No crowd, no Coronavirus. Paycheck provides aftermarket prosperity. A way to save jobs. If goverments are involved, look at it as tax return if it makes you feel better. 

2. flip up any laptop of your liking and order performance products as if there was no tomorrow  (which could be the case). Show that you’re a responsible citizen ready keep your dreams alive and business going. 

3.  accept garage quarantine and enjoy contemplation (ref. yoga, peace of mind etc.) while not getting sick and simultaneously serving the society. 

On top of the above your project will be ready when it's all over.
Magnus, a good citizen who' s always prepared to support the aftermarket business.
Carina, ready to provide turbos and superchargers to racers and car guys in garage quarantine!

Take shelter from the virus storm in a garage close to you!

Friday, March 13, 2020

Friday 13th & Coronavirus...

As I woke up this Thursday. At 06.30 am the wind was howling. Windows were buckling accordingly. The national public radio was blasting. About the Coronavirus torture. A stiff journalist spread the words of President Trump. Those words bugged my soggy morning mind that tumbled between dream and reality. No more contagious companions from the Europe were allowed in the US of A for 30 days. That was his words.  Words that were like bullets in a landspeed racing heart.  No Bonneville Speed Week preparation. 
 How I felt that specific morning.
Eventually I woke up. Pushed the curtain aside. The sky was still blue. The oil price was low. We have germ free turbos on our shelves ready for a garage quarantine period and a flow of superchargers from Magnuson that will you get out of bed. At this point in time I felt alive and ready to fight any kind of pandemic without vaccine or medcine. 
Only using brute force. 

Sunday, March 1, 2020

Semi Sloppy Sunday

Salt Slush Sunday. We're not working. We're at ease. We're just socializing and playing with our toys. You know. That Sunday feeling. We will of course pick up the phone and talk about turbos and superchargers on the seventh day, but apart from that we're off. Detached but determined. 

This time of year we're inside. In the welcoming place that we call our second home. Our workshop. Here's a glance.
The beaten up 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 needs a lot of TLC. We're there to provide. 
Anders LS + Magnuson equipped El Camino were in need of interior and instruments. They are now in place. Hence rpm and boost pressure can be studied during burn outs.
Magnus is building a Dan Price Model A engine for a hot rod friend. 
It's soon ready to provide power after no end of bother.
Petter, The Professor, is only thinking about camshafts and headers nowadays and worries constantly about the uneven idle that comes with a hot cam.
Ragnar, our friend, next shop neighbor and sheet metal geek, delivered a piece of art yesterday... 
...I'm talking about the Transmission cover for the Rocket 88. Ragnar stated that said cover was " good practice" since it was rather complicated to repair (half of it had basically return to nature)
I've manufactured and welded the rest of the floor. Result: Inner compartment floor complete. Which lead to new opportunities...
...meaning that Cina, now can spend her soft Sunday working on the Olds electrical system. Before she started she was happy.
Then she prepared mentally for a life under the dashboard. Silent contemplation. 
Inside hoodie.
Since the seat bench is on the stormy sea, there's space and comfort in the compartment. 
Not top level comfort, but still, a place to endure.
Meanwhile in another part of the workshop, Kalles Vespa is waiting for The Spot Welder from Hell. The Fuse killer. King of Darkness. Not an appropriate work for a day of worship, like a Sunday.