Damnation: The Cynos Project

So.

What's the deal, I hear you whine? You being the followers of the Blog naturally, in this case blatently being myself, and the bots attempting to sell me viagra. Pictures, no description? Well, yeah, that's your lot, so stfu, kkthxbai.







No srsly.









K, fine. As intimated around 1.3billion times in the posts leading up to this one, an impressive influx of JDMens (JDM Stuffs, not JD Mens. Though I wouldn't say no to either) was due to arrive in my absence from the UK. And it has. And there it is. Moar? Basically, what you see is about half a Eunos in parts, belonging to Harryluls and Rickipaiz. And they owe me money. Lots. So its for sale.

For those interested, the parts include:
- Unknown Braided Brake Lines
- Mazdaspeed Spark Plug Cords
- Cusco Front Strut Tower Brace
- Cusco Rear Control Arm Brace
- AutoExe Underfloor Brace
- Bride Passenger-side Seat Rail
- DCuatro Rear Half Bumper
- Raybrig Headlights
- Skanky Side-sill Covers
- Kakka moto Exhaust System
- Zzzzz
- *Yawn*
- ARC Superpwntzbanzaidomoarigatoohhai Intake Chamber

And so on and yada who cares.

My stuff comprises of. Well, you know. I've mentioned it. 1.3Billion times. It's written like, 3 lines above. To reiterate, what you see are:
- HKS FCon Pro-V 3.2 ECU
- JZX90 Fuel Pump
- Downhill Active Lower Control Arm Braces
- OS Giken Twin Plate Clutch Kit
- Toda Fightex Coilovers

There's also Harvey's Silvertop Throttlebodies. He owes me money too, so its for sale. Infact, Google, you can give me money, for never accepting my Adverts Syndication thing yeah? THANKOO.

So, as always, more parts, none going on the car...I sincerely hope you weren't expecting progress? What do you think I am, proactive? Well, no, and I was in Saudi, and Sammy wouldn't let me and moar excuses and so on. Having only just returned to the UK, I wanted to ease into further spending and at least try to re-establish some order to the requisite steps to get the infernal POS back on the road. Ha-ha-ha yes failed attempt number infinity stfu. And infact, I've not done much to that end rather than a few demented scribblings on some scattered sheets of paper.

One immediate disappointment however has served to quell what little flicker of hope I had in the driveshaft I had received (to the wrong address..) just before I left (useful). Brought it to the garage, forgot to let them know about the leaking brake hoses, and thought finally I'd have sussed the kerfuffle. Phone call today - "Your dream of having a completed passenger-side driveshaft? NEIN!". Not only is the shaft diameter wrong (I gave the seller the dimension), but it's also the wrong spline count (I gave the seller the number), and so, even more wasted time and money (I hate the seller). So, yet ANOTHER Fracking search for a driveshaft after collecting this offending item from the garage, forgetting again to mention about the leaking brake hoses. Oh Toyota, I hate you too. 1 DRIVESHAFT FOR ALL YOUR CARS PL0Z! I want to see the LFA using a Paseo Driveshaft k?

Moving on from the driveshaft debacle, and onto the Sump farse. If you remember, I spent an inordinate amount of money, trying to be clever, failed, and now need to start from scratch. So, I ordered a new CT9 oil fitting:



Took me a while to click on the "Pay Now" button as I had crippled into the fetal position at the observation of the £70.40 cost. For a fitting. For a SHIT-T9. Wow. I also received some pipes I had ordered previously, before leaving, and just after returning from Derkistan. And. Yeah. Big. Waste. Of. Money. Writing. Like. This. Is. Also. Pretty. Annoying. And. May. Cause. Cancer. This was followed by the purchase of a new sump and pick-up, due to arrive. However, a sump appeared on the forums, that had been comprehensively re-engineered, and obviously, I want. And, turns out the guy owed me £60 (he bought some of Shoehay's Connecting Rods), so, negotiations commenced. So basically, I may buy a sump that's had a kick-out welded in (more oil capacity) and is also thoroughly baffled (less seizing in teh cornaz), regarde:




Another swapportunity (HAH! I rawk.) came as a surprise - a guy I had been hounding for about a year for his BigEnd Roder Wheels (you want them now too? ANY Wheel with such a name strikes pure desire in the heart of the reader. DON'T LIE!)...contacted me saying that he was getting rid of them and that it would only be correct to approach me first. Who said being an insistent, annoying prick never prospers?! Well, it hasn't, yet. And gods of Jynx'ing, so help you if you steal this from me. However, he may strike a deal for a swap with my Sparcoluls. Yes, the Sparcoluls are pretty, but, they're everywhere, it's not like they're wanting on the markets. The Roders however, aren't. So. This is pending. And that concludes the segment of the recent events - what is to come. *Giggles*

*Ahem*

Semen

*Ahem again*

Anyway. For the immediate future I will thus need to receive and install a newly assembled CORRECT driveshaft, a new sump complete with the new fitting, and basically from there I can turn the engine over again, hopefully eradicating the oil leaks and allowing me to concentrate and determine the cause of the coolant leaks. Having the driveshaft in will also finally allow me to fill the gearbox with oil and thus...literally having motive power again! Though, forget that exclamation, I live on a hill. That motive power has no use on a car with no brakes. AH. Damnation. That's an area that will need serious seeing to - apparently, changing that rear hard brake line is the worst job evrar. It doesn't suck the big one. It sucks a cattle prod. Especially when you notice how rusty the fuel tank is, that apparently would need removing. *Sigh*. It's even more annoying as Harvey quickly dashed my extensively unresearched idea of re-flaring the end of the hard line. Bah to joo. So, I think, once the car is mobile, I may just have it towed to my Trusty Garage, much to their delight. Once the brakes have been sorted and the car is mobile, onto....The Wiring.

Also, this is my new cat in Saudi:



He's a guy cat. He's called Mimi. He's eating my foot. He's awesome. That is all.

He's standing in for the now elusive bugs in my room ^_^

P.S. The title sucks.