Damnation: The Cynos Project

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*Ahem*

I has Quaife's ^_^

I also has a seemingly correct driveshaft. Jubilations! And no, it's not from that putrid excuse of a life-form that still owes it, my TRD CV Joint and my money. So, yeah, that is basically all. For now.

By "One" I means one of my testicles, broken from this mind-numbing wait on behalf of the wretched abortion that is keeping my driveshaft at ransom.

So. I've put a deposit on something else I don't need.

*Sigh*

Waiting...





































































It sucks.

Granted, a little bit of suspense can add to a sensation as it builds anticipation. A microsecond after which, the effect is killed and it just becomes agonising, comatose inducing, waiting. I've been waiting for this godforsaken fracking Driveshaft since May. No solace.

The person who apparently vowed to help me obtain said driveshaft by having one made, as a partial payback for a sum of money he owed to me, has "built anticipation" for the last two months, and then some. And he's just left to Miami (apparently) for a month. And he's also in possession of my CV Joint. And he hasn't paid me back yet. And z0mgWTF etc. I hate his face. So. Naturally, faced with such a dilemma. I spend. On items I don't need. I'll just say, that I should be in receipt of another turbocharger kit shortly, as I obviously need 4 turbochargers.














And I may have reserved another. And I am actively looking for two more turbochargers >_<

Yay for spendens! If you wish to criticise this move, do not afford to waste your valuable typing power. I am pretty sure that the contents of this and the other blog are thus far ample proof of my complete dearth of sense/restraint/care for money ^_^.

If they could somehow tumble from a desert plain, into the internet, and infront of the blog, they would. But they can't.

Anyway. After the proliferation of forward progress on the Cynos, I reached a peak of happenings and goings-on'ness which immediately exploded and crashed. Hence leading to this lull of progress. HAH. Yeah. Too lazy, too little money.

So I treated poor Sainosu! Not to anything it particularly needs mind! First up, a treasured item I had longed for years and years, obviously useless, but I wanted it as it was pretty. Yet a wretched fiend, like several times in those empty years, snatched it out of my hands at the last moment. Kkthx. Punk. Not to worry, I found another set and bought them and I'm all has happeh.

Oh yeah, and these are they:



The Cusco B-Pillar braces. Admire their glory. Thank you. Essentially, ever since finding a desolate webpage illustrating this brace being installed into a Cynos, it was forever my quest to obtain one - it was my quest before then as I feel as many unnecessary parts as possible need to end up on the car in order to. I don't know. Do I need a reason?! I LIKE PARTS ^_^. Anyway, locally, they never turned up, and when they did, they were either too cheap and breezed by my face before I so much as even awakened from some lethargy induced coma, or were too wretchedly expensive that I'd just pout at the computer screen instead. Sure. They were easily available from abroad, but, it'd end up costing 2.5 times the sense of buying them had I done so. Then this local option came. Sacre Bleue, MIEN! Oh wait, Liam. You bitch. You out bought them. Frantic justification of pricing fired off to seller and buyer stating that they are cheaper from Japan for the asking price, new. Nothing. NADA. Whores.

Then, moping around on the internet in my depression of yet again missing this opportunity. Found another set. Same frantic justification for a sizeable (yet not sizeable enough) discount. Get a text. SCORE. Picked up at 1am from his house. DONE! And yeah. That's it. I got some Cusco B-Pillar Braces ^_^. Oh, and whilst bored, I also decided to bid on an EL'Sport EP91 Glanza C-Pillar Brace, as well as what I presume to be a Downhill Activ made EP82 Centre/Transmission Tunnel Brace. Not sure if either will fit, but, neither do most of the other "exploratory items" I try to convince myself are worth the outlay.

I also cried. HARD. Ok. I didn't cry. I pouted at the computer screen again - when this gloriously, purposefully Engrish made entity slipped through my hands before I could make a bidding call:




GALLOP! I need a Gallop seat. NOW. For only a £120 buy it now, and I was dilly dallying as I didn't want to annoy my contact for inane requests o_o. And now, I'm constantly searching for one. Why pray and tell you, Google Bots, may ask yourselves do I require a Carbon Kevlar seat when the car doesn't run? How many times more do I need to say STFU as I don't actually have reasoning behind such decisions? I just do! And I want a Gallop :(. And a Suede Nardi Steering wheel, despite having a perfectly fine leather one. And now, I constantly search them both. I am actually hoping hard that the buyer is too fat for that seat.

Onto more pressing issues, a replacement driveshaft is STILL Missing in Acton Town, nowhere to be seen. I struggle to think what more proactive duties can be performed in the meantime however, so the Cynos sits idly undisturbed in the garage. I am hoping to retrieve one soon, as I cannot spare more hair falling out, and with this weather, I fear I will never see my unmentionables again should I have to work out in the cold. Not that I'd need to see them.

So. Yeah. Bought some stuff. Didn't buy some stuff. Nothing actually done. More of the usual. A lot bought for the other vehicle, but obviously to be noted in the respective blogs.

Oh, and I just remember that one purchase was semi-useful:



Yes. The FCon is now essentially ready to utilise. Well, on installing and wiring in the Linear TPS from an Automatic Starlet. I essentially had to buy a full FCon ECU, Loom and MAP Sensor set, despite already having a newer (3.2 vs. 3.1) ECU and MAP Sensor set, just in order to purchase the Cruise EP82 Wiring Harness that came with those. After arduous forum stalking, I managed to locate said buyer, who has thus far already paid for the ECU, and is having a loom made up by my contact in Japan. So, essentially, the Cruise EP82 Loom that retails for around £500 inclusive of delivery. Was bought for the princely sum of a lot less. ^_^

Otherwise. Wanted: Effort.

...Err, Corrected.

So, it turns out, the leak is not from the dreaded oil drain hose, but rather from the actual fitting itself, so probably tightening it a bit should fix the issue. That being said, I still hate the Oil Return Hoses' mother.

And that is all. I could perhaps do a bit more and embellish this post but chances I'll be too engrossed in my empty schedule. Don't know, it depends how lazy I'm

Well the day started like any day, which is to say I woke to a frosty pre-sunrise sky, raring to throw myself into a day bursting with nothing. And so it went. Until at some point in the morning, the electricity went. Oh great, now I can do LESS than nothing. So, umm, that would surely mean I would eventually return into my embryonic state. Deciding that sounded rather uncomfortable, I pondered (not very hard) on what productive (ha-ha screw you) things I could do. I settled for then, to enter a staring competition with Sammy, though after he ate my face I decided otherwise.

Oh wait, I have a pile of rust and poop loosely resembling a vehicle that needs a considerable dose of attention in the garage! I'm sure I heard the Sainosu release an obscene remark at such a thought, or perhaps boredom really does breed insanity. Which would go perfect with my half eaten face. The Cynos is just jealous of the Cefiro, which has its "balls" or two wheel drive, intact whereas it succumbs to having going round in circles due to its unbalanced semi-castrato state. Well, if it could drive in the first place. Anyway, that untidily brings me to the title. Yes, I know, its awesome.

I recently took purchase of a new sump and pick-up assembly as intimated in a previous post, however, rather than disturbing my busy schedule of emptiness I had not yet fitted it. That, and I wanted to entertain a swap with a baffled and kicked-out sump. However, as is always the case - frack you please Lords of the Jynx - it would seem I spoke optimistically and the seller in question was/is/stfu being indecisive. I.e. me, and I preferred waiting in lieu of the hopeful swap. To no avail. So, bored to insanity, missing half my face, and suffering from a case of slight hypothermia, I threw caution to the wind, and had breakfast. Satiated with calorific energy content, I then surged forth and went to the toilet. Ok, I lie, I still haven't been, even after two cups of espresso. You're welcome for the colonic update. I commenced firstly however by draining the oil, into a drain pan I had to clean as some quick inspection revealed that I had no spare oil to use. To note, the drain pan was full of all kinds of vile, looking literally like a pan full of semen (Cynosemen?) as it contained the emulsified oil/coolant mixture from when I ran the engine in the summer. Following this, I quickly swapped the CT9 Oil Feed/Return fitting, putting in its place the Race-Tech item;



..and being once again in the presence of the most enraging, most infuriating, POS component ever in the world. The stock Oil Return Hose. I cannot begin to explain how much I don't heart it.

So I shall - it's a piece of rubber, held with two clips, so, logic says, stop whining you little bitch, its rubber, it will be pliable. HAH. Not so. I'm not a bitch :(. I've never ever been at the mercy of such a stubborn yet inane component. Am I making an enormous fuss out of, basically nothing? Have you not noticed that the first few paragraphs are just an elaborate recapturing of, nothing? In retrospect to you, I DID spend *cough*morethan£200*cough* on a plethora of components to escape this wretched fiend. Onwards. Worst of all is when you attempt to remove this fitting in the cold - those clips, are so stiff, and the rubber, no matter how many times you try to force your will upon it, shouting "BEND YOU WHOREFAG", nothing. Just painful fingers. And I haven't even installed it yet. Not so onwards I guess. *Hate*

After beating up a flower to vent anger, I commenced on the removal of the sump itself - I had dreaded this as I had presumed it would be riddled with cursing and tears and such as even my tiny, girly hands would not be able to rear all the bolts. This was not the case, and other than having to use a deep socket to remove one of the bolts, and my through-socket wrench for another, removing the bolts was easy enough. Removing the sump. Ah. I had thought I had put not enough instant-gasket, or used the correct adhesive medium when assembling the engine. I need not have worried as the sump put up a bit of resistance in its removal! My feeble attempts of gently hammering and banging the sump didn't work (rather obviously), and so as any real man, I decided on the only natural solution. Fire! URRRRGH. *Cavemans sounds*. Didn't work. Well, initially, then, strangely, after trying to tap in a screwdriver into the heated sealant for a while, it went in (giggidy), and with a slight leverage, the sump just fell off. Score. Off to lunch.



Hoping to accelerate installation of the sump, I attempted to find a wire-brush attachment for sale at the local stores, but to no avail. Oh Crap, manual labour will be necessary to remove the sump sealant. BAH. And bah it was - copious scrubbing with wire brushes and torching with the Bernzomatic (for fun mainly), and more wire brushing, followed by a rinse through and drying. Then, it was ready to re-assemble. Oh, I also found (or at least, I REALLY Hope so) the oil pick-ups to be the same, so I did not bother to swap them round. Re-assembly went fine, as well, just an initial faffing around to screw in the first bolts to keep the sump attached to the block. And Ouila:



In the midst of the sump swap I also finally fitted the missing turbo coolant hose, retrieved from that Philistine, Harvey.

So, yes. I basically changed the sump today. That is all ^_^

Oh and I started it. It bled. From that fracking return. That is all, again.

Oh and rubbish CT9 Oil Fittings that cost me £hundreds and didn't work for sale, enquire within;



kkthx ^.^