Heh when I was a teenager my dad bought a Datsun 260Z as a project car. It was a rusted out shell of a chassis/squirrel den and drivetrain when we got it.
I remember taking turns trying to unstick the crankshaft, by hand with a bigass breaker-bar with the head loaded up with MMO. And the feeling of success when red goo shot out the cylinders like a satanic bukkake scene when we finally got it unstuck.
We ended up getting it road-worthy, though I don’t think he ever let me drive it. I was too tall to really drive it comfortably anyway, especially once he put the RSX seats in. Still, I learned a lot about cars and French while we worked on it.
Because it’s your dad I’m assuming French language and not French kissing because ew.
Also i am a few frescas decades deep but I think ours was a 280z. Think. It was the car dad wanted to use to pick up chicks but only the coquerelles were interested
Heh when I was a teenager my dad bought a Datsun 260Z as a project car. It was a rusted out shell of a chassis/squirrel den and drivetrain when we got it.
I remember taking turns trying to unstick the crankshaft, by hand with a bigass breaker-bar with the head loaded up with MMO. And the feeling of success when red goo shot out the cylinders like a satanic bukkake scene when we finally got it unstuck.
We ended up getting it road-worthy, though I don’t think he ever let me drive it. I was too tall to really drive it comfortably anyway, especially once he put the RSX seats in. Still, I learned a lot about cars and French while we worked on it.
Because it’s your dad I’m assuming French language and not French kissing because ew.
Also i am a few
frescasdecades deep but I think ours was a 280z. Think. It was the car dad wanted to use to pick up chicks but only the coquerelles were interested