Denny
Taurus Homeland
Friends, SHO Owners, Tri-Staters, lend me your monitors. It is with much sorrow that today I am moving out of Ohio(ok maybe not
). The moving company came in and loaded up everything from Dayton, OH and took off with my goods while Dependable Auto Shippers has taken my newest toy to meet me back down in Atlanta next Thursday. The fate of my two 90s currently remains unknown as they are both in Michigan. One, the parts car that helped revived my beloved 90 3.2MTX, FrankenSHO, has been pulled out of storage at my parents in Portage, MI. The for sale ad can be found here: http://www.shoforum.com/showthread.php?p=489032#post489032
FrankenSHO is currently under the knife for the who knows how many time now up in Lansing, MI. A former co-worker from Michigan State and one of only three people I've trusted the care of my SHO to is installing the new clutch along with a rebuilt and Quaifed transmission. Hopefully it'll be ready by tomorrow, if not, it faces an undetermined amount of time in shop storage.
A brief recap, in Dec of '01 I found my red and rusty 90 in Okemos MI. Paid $500 cash and drove it home that winter break. It was there that I met up with Chris Smith (hunterVF) and his wife Michelle (Ravynwing), Greg Steffen and the rest of the "original" Kzoo/Ptown SHO crew. It was there that with Chris' knowledge it was saddenly learned that my SHO wasn't right. Months would go by, part change and repair after repair would go on. Chris was a great and excellent ally and doctor and never gave up in hopes of finding just where the SHO's soul had went. At Spring Zing 2002 a dyno would reveal the pitiful state of SHOness, 125fwhp, and this was with a few mods and a new OEM clutch. Despite my SHO's lack of performance, Chris, Greg, Mr Mike Ivey, Chinese Man, Todras, Mark Rowe still accepted me and the beleagured SHO into the fold. In July of '02 Chris, Greg and I discovered the missing link, a misaligned timing belt. A "simple" timing belt replacement that included the breaking of some lug nuts would return the SHO to it's rightful place in the sport sedan world. And all was well, Chris can attest to just how hysterical I went when I first dumped the clutch with all and if not more 220 horses and 200ft-lbs powering the two 15" GL take-off front wheels. Weeks later the SHO would spin bearing #6, SHO was parked, owner bought a Kia as self-penance for ignoring the oil light, vowed to wait a decade, with a possible chance of parole in two years if good behavior was exemplified under new power restrictive econo-car life. Years went by before a 3.2 donor, Michelle's 95 would bring new life to the ol' 90 the end result would be a man's very first engine swap, a 14 second timeslip, and more broken parts for the next year
. Our very own Dragon Leader would provide the mechanical knowhow to rebuild a Quaifed unit to be put in as this is being typed. Beth also provided help once again for another "secret project."
I don't know how soon my career with the blue oval will bring me back "home." And like I said, depending on how the surgery goes, I may be back soon to make the first pick-up. But it's definitely been a fun filled past few years, I couldn't have done it without SHO/SVT Society, without Tri-State, and most of all SHOFORUM!
See you all online from ATL...Hotlanta baby! I'll bring up a rust-free SHO when I move back to Michigan :wave:
FrankenSHO is currently under the knife for the who knows how many time now up in Lansing, MI. A former co-worker from Michigan State and one of only three people I've trusted the care of my SHO to is installing the new clutch along with a rebuilt and Quaifed transmission. Hopefully it'll be ready by tomorrow, if not, it faces an undetermined amount of time in shop storage.
A brief recap, in Dec of '01 I found my red and rusty 90 in Okemos MI. Paid $500 cash and drove it home that winter break. It was there that I met up with Chris Smith (hunterVF) and his wife Michelle (Ravynwing), Greg Steffen and the rest of the "original" Kzoo/Ptown SHO crew. It was there that with Chris' knowledge it was saddenly learned that my SHO wasn't right. Months would go by, part change and repair after repair would go on. Chris was a great and excellent ally and doctor and never gave up in hopes of finding just where the SHO's soul had went. At Spring Zing 2002 a dyno would reveal the pitiful state of SHOness, 125fwhp, and this was with a few mods and a new OEM clutch. Despite my SHO's lack of performance, Chris, Greg, Mr Mike Ivey, Chinese Man, Todras, Mark Rowe still accepted me and the beleagured SHO into the fold. In July of '02 Chris, Greg and I discovered the missing link, a misaligned timing belt. A "simple" timing belt replacement that included the breaking of some lug nuts would return the SHO to it's rightful place in the sport sedan world. And all was well, Chris can attest to just how hysterical I went when I first dumped the clutch with all and if not more 220 horses and 200ft-lbs powering the two 15" GL take-off front wheels. Weeks later the SHO would spin bearing #6, SHO was parked, owner bought a Kia as self-penance for ignoring the oil light, vowed to wait a decade, with a possible chance of parole in two years if good behavior was exemplified under new power restrictive econo-car life. Years went by before a 3.2 donor, Michelle's 95 would bring new life to the ol' 90 the end result would be a man's very first engine swap, a 14 second timeslip, and more broken parts for the next year
. Our very own Dragon Leader would provide the mechanical knowhow to rebuild a Quaifed unit to be put in as this is being typed. Beth also provided help once again for another "secret project."I don't know how soon my career with the blue oval will bring me back "home." And like I said, depending on how the surgery goes, I may be back soon to make the first pick-up. But it's definitely been a fun filled past few years, I couldn't have done it without SHO/SVT Society, without Tri-State, and most of all SHOFORUM!
See you all online from ATL...Hotlanta baby! I'll bring up a rust-free SHO when I move back to Michigan :wave:




My rustbucket is going to stick out like a sore thumb down here.