Alas, I have been guilty of spreading misinformation. Let me make amends.
In earlier posts, I wrote about quadrupling the 3 lb. boost I had on the car's first outing. This was based on Peter's experience with the first 20B, where he got 14 lb., which gradually declined to 10 lb. at redline. When Peter and I talked about the car's exhaust system, I made the decision that we should try to meet emissions requirements, so he added a high-flow cat. That decision means that I get 10 lb., period. It starts at 10; it stays at 10. I'll just learn to live with it.
I wrote about using Silkoleen. That was in the development stage. Peter says I can now use the much cheaper Castrol product.
I now have windshield wipers and air conditioning.
When we first started, Peter planned to get a custom front anti-sway bar from a friend in New Zealand. According to Peter, "that didn't work out", so the versatile Mitch created one.
I think that makes all the known corrections.
The car is 98% done. While we're waiting for "The Clutch That Cannot Fail" from Clutchmasters, Peter granted a short parole, so that I would quit whining about convertible withdrawal symptoms.
We hooked up a laptop to the Tec II for the leading plugs and injectors, and went for a test drive. Peter was pointing out the various displays and numbers and explaining what they meant and how he had arrived at them. When we got to a deserted stretch of road, Peter either wanted to demonstrate how well he had wrought or was seized by a sudden burst of joie de vivre. He laid into the footfeed without mercy. The tach, which was still reading at 150%, was left behind at 9000, while the turbos shrieked a falsetto backup to the redline alarm's foreground wail. I was vaguely unsettled by the way> time slowed down and (like in Star Trek) everything visible through the windshield began streaming rapidly past the windows.
When we "dropped out of warp", Peter complained about the clutch slipping in fourth gear. (I hadn't noticed.) He complains a lot. He complained that the rear end ratio is too low. (I really hate that.) He complained that I downshifted, as a matter of habit, though I didn't need to. (Right angle turn at a normal intersection, 12 mph/4th gear. "Just leave it in fourth and step on the gas." Like a big V8 and an automatic, it just pulled back up to cruising speed with no muss, no fuss.) He complained that when he> took the car home in the evenings to test it extensively under "normal" driving conditions, the brakes faded after 2 stops from 100 mph. (I never> had that problem in my "normal" driving, but, then, it's possible that Peter's definition of "normal" is not precisely the same as mine.)
I am really impressed at how much effort he has put into this project and how well it is paying off. I stopped by Sun Auto to get a side marker lens. Donnie and his employees surrounded the car, raved about the fit and finish of the modifications and Donnie asked if he could take pictures. Since I bought the gearbox and differential from him, it seemed appropriate.
To extend Dave Lane's "Big Dog" metaphor, this car should be named "Buck", since it answers "The Call of the Wild."