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This amusing gem happened several months ago.
Late one Saturday afternoon, me and a friend were hanging out at a local speed / race shop watching the owner and head engine builder put the finishing touches on the newly built engine for our other friend's '68 Camaro. Directly behind the shop, with its front door and parking lot perpendicular to the shop's rear entrance, is one of those dodgy / sketchy "massage and chiropractic" joints- the kind where you pass the entry fee through a tiny sliding window before a middle-aged or elderly Asian man or woman buzzes you in through a heavy steel door. Uh-huh.
As the shop's owner was hooking the engine up to the test / break-in stand, we soon heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman getting their jollies through an open side window of the massage office next door. My buddy and I laughed our asses off. The shop owner, an older and rather cranky sort, just shrugged and kept working.
The symphony of primal grunts and moans coming from next door continued until the shop owner fired up the beast. Crank-crank-crank-crank VRRRUUUMMM! RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-VRUM! VRUM VRUM! WAAAAAAAAA............... Thus beginning the 20-30 minute run-in procedure to properly seat the piston rings, bearings, etc. The last thing we heard was something being shouted in Korean, followed by the slamming shut of the aforementioned window. I think we made two new enemies that day.
Trust me... 496 cubic inches' worth of 11:1 compression, Holley 850-fed big block Chevy exhausting through big-tube headers and low-restriction dyno-type mufflers makes quite a tremendous racket. And a beautiful racket at that. I bet Mr. Horny and his rented companion wouldn't agree though.
Late one Saturday afternoon, me and a friend were hanging out at a local speed / race shop watching the owner and head engine builder put the finishing touches on the newly built engine for our other friend's '68 Camaro. Directly behind the shop, with its front door and parking lot perpendicular to the shop's rear entrance, is one of those dodgy / sketchy "massage and chiropractic" joints- the kind where you pass the entry fee through a tiny sliding window before a middle-aged or elderly Asian man or woman buzzes you in through a heavy steel door. Uh-huh.
As the shop's owner was hooking the engine up to the test / break-in stand, we soon heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman getting their jollies through an open side window of the massage office next door. My buddy and I laughed our asses off. The shop owner, an older and rather cranky sort, just shrugged and kept working.
The symphony of primal grunts and moans coming from next door continued until the shop owner fired up the beast. Crank-crank-crank-crank VRRRUUUMMM! RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-RUMPETA-VRUM! VRUM VRUM! WAAAAAAAAA............... Thus beginning the 20-30 minute run-in procedure to properly seat the piston rings, bearings, etc. The last thing we heard was something being shouted in Korean, followed by the slamming shut of the aforementioned window. I think we made two new enemies that day.
Trust me... 496 cubic inches' worth of 11:1 compression, Holley 850-fed big block Chevy exhausting through big-tube headers and low-restriction dyno-type mufflers makes quite a tremendous racket. And a beautiful racket at that. I bet Mr. Horny and his rented companion wouldn't agree though.
What is it with men and engines??
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