I delivered the car to Sigfrid last night.
The drive over to his place (22 miles away) was through rush hour and the Beast performed flawlessly.
After showing off all the work I'd done- and some social lubrication, hereafter known as "B &B" ( beer and bowls)- he drove me home and the full implications of "real car" hit him.
We were on the highway doing 75, windows down and could have a conversation without yelling. He had an elbow on the window sill and was steering with one finger.
Acceleration is instantaneous, braking is drama free.
His grin was priceless.
After over a year and tons of money, he finally sees the car he thought he'd bought.
I stopped at the junkyard before going over to his place and weighed the car on their scales.
A stock 1993 RX7 weighs 2840 lbs. (they don't specify if this is wet or dry).
Our car weighs 2850 with a full tank of fuel.
Even assuming their scales aren't perfect, we're pretty damn close to being exactly the same as stock, with twice the horsepower/torque.
An acceptable trade off, methinks.
We're taking next weekend off (S. needs to spend some "family time" since he's been out of town so much) but the following Saturday we begin again.
The stock springs are going back on, we'll go through and retighten all the suspension pieces (just to be safe) and there's a fairly ferocious oil leak from the front main seal that must be addressed.
Then it's off to the tuner.
Can't wait to feel this thing when it's actually running right.
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