i was thinking of greddy but idk if they r the best or someone like mishimoto was better
call Bryan Smith of rotorsports racing at 704-933-6222 and ask him he can tell you the best one to get
http://www.rotorsportsracing.com/lobby.h tm
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Testing out the Pontiac Fiero GT fan i picked up at the junk yard to be installed into my rx7 FC.. I need to pick up a temp control switch for it ...
A brief intro to the non combustion related parts of the engine bay for a 1993 Mazda RX7. This covers the electrical system, coolant, and steering ...
Jacob Nordby
(Author’s Note: I wrote this short piece in 1998.В Recently, while digging through a long-forgotten box in my closet, I came upon an envelope from a magazine publisher.В When I opened it, I discovered this old story along with my very first actual rejection letter as a writer!В As I re-read my early attempts, I can see why I wasn’t made immediately famous, but you might enjoy this chronicle of my first car experiences.В I post this with almost no re-writing or editing…as you’ll soon see. В Although I have tried to make it all seem funny, this is historically accurate.В I wish it were an exaggeration.В Oh, and another thing–I couldn’t find any photos of my first car.В What I’ve included here are just sad substitutes for its actual glory. I didn’t while away my days yearning to drive, reading car magazines, and discussing the pro’s and con’s of my dream car. Truth is, I didn’t have much opportunity. I lived in the hills of Idaho. The dream car of most of my neighbors was one that ran. Most folks there had several cars of indeterminate age, color or make. These cars had presumably run long and useful careers, and had made the unfortunate decision to spend their retirement years rusting in the snow and sun of the Idaho foothills. The more opulent of our neighbors drove “four-by-fours”.В В These fortunate souls had the luxury of driving right up to their doors in winter, instead of walking in from the bottom of the “hill”–a process which usually involved ropes and iceaxes. Or skidding out logs from ravines with a chain hooked to their bumpers instead of the “manual method” preferred by my father.
Sometimes we would make the long, treacherous journey into Boise. I would spend some time with my more cosmopolitan friends. These times usually embarrassed me to no end. They would grab me and point, “Hey! Cool! Did you see that?”В В “Oh, yeah,” I’d say, “Nice Chevy Mustang.” A shocked, sad silence would follow. “Uh, no. Chevy doesn’t make Mustangs. And that was a Mazda RX7 with the sport turbo charged package, leather interior, five-speed manual tranny and ground effects.”
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