How do I say this?
It takes a certain fffiinesss!!!???
When I started my motorsports career, I was involved in helping chop a 1952 Willy's jeep down into a creek buggy for working a dove hunting blind on Corralitos Creek with Eddie, a classmate of mine when we were 12. Goal was to go hunting for dove with Eugene (Eddie's older brother), with our 410's. Eugene bought the old used Willy's 'cause neither Eddie nor I had a job of substance yet. Eugene changed tires at Lloyd's of Watsonville (his job), and was over 16 with a license, so he bought the Jeep. After purchase, lots of chopping went on with an Oxy/Acetylene cutting torch until we had liberated the Jeep of most of it's body parts. Took the stuf we chopped off to the dump. The Jeep's firewall and dash remained. After welding a couple sets of rims together to mount up as under inflated dualies, the "thing" ended up a short ATV flatbed, purty much stripped of it's original identity (not street legal). We lived on the creek so driving legal wasn't a problem back then. 1" plywood plank served as the floor, after which we lag bolted the stock seats down to. The rear end was a square tail to carry the game and other stuff like a well strapped spare front tire, jack and hand operated tire pump. The year was 1962, (no seat belts BTW). Running that creek, was where I learned to use a double clutch on the floor with a 3 on the column.
That is also where I learned to listen to the Dag-Gummed engine, and make a serious choice as to when to move to another gear. Downshifting was harder as we were usually already in a four wheel drift over boulders the size of our headz, so we usually just hung on to what ever we could onboard, and drifted through no matter who was drivin' :dribble: . Eugene did most of the drivin' but that creek buggy was how I learned to drive 3.5 years B-4 I was legal. We wrecked that jeep to a total and had it towed to the wrecker. Suspension couldn't handle the thrashing. Anyways, that was sooooooo kewel. Thanks Eugene! :clapping:
D'oh
I'm not sure why? but I'm still alive today. I lived every minute with gusto on that creek buggy! :clapping:
There are guys on this Forum that can explain how an engine must sound/feel before you shift, to the Nth degree, So anny up you guys. This could be fun to help out JB. :yahoo:
Oh, my '05 FJR shifts like a "snicker", compared to the "hammer/blunderbus" V-Strom 1000 that I commute 20 miles daily on. The Zook is so rough to shift, that I expect to be left stranded (metaphorically) up a creek, one of these days.