850RWHP Speed Inc Built HOSS Eliminator GMHTP Cover Car! 38k Miles!
#61
Set 1
Year: 1999
Make: Chevrolet
Model: Camaro
Price: $22000
Mileage: 38921
Private or Dealer Listing: Private Listing
Location (State): AL
Color: Orange
Transmission: Manual
Drivetrain: Rear Wheel Drive
LS Engine?: Car has LS engine
Things to look for in this set:
In the shot of the front clip from fat man squatting height look at the bottom lip, center, 6 inches right, you'll see a small scuff that could get touched up.
Air conditioning 're-compatibility', condenser shelf, passenger side head clear for compressor relocation. Dirty Dingo makes a kit to do this. As you can see the heater core is still behind the dash and coming through the firewall, the A/C related portions of the wiring harness are still intact and tied up against the main bundle. All interior controllers, wiring, and switches are still complete.
Notice the extra grounds in the engine bay. The chassis is wired in a group loop configuration to better bond return paths. Think synergy between sensors and other components that require the chassis be properly bonded.
#65
New stock replacement floor mats. I realized the car didn't have T-Tops in the pictures so here they are. As you can see they're in excellent shape. My Bendpak 2 post will be here Tuesday. Once it's installed I'll get some pictures of the undercarriage, suspension, etc.
#67
If I still have it after its done being tuned at Vengeance I might go ahead and put air conditioning back in it. Then either retrofit power steering back in or get a nice extra set of drag wheels with skinnies in the front. If all that happens my asking price is going up and I'll list the car for sale other places than here on the forum.
Here's an idea what a 'Stage 2' package similar to this would run you. Don't forget to add all the options and a complete suspension build.
http://ls1speed.com/turbo.cfm
#68
Moisture in the main air supply ended up turning into a black iron pipe extravaganza with the only similarity to the adult store version being a sore *** after my trip to Lowes. A handful of 1/4" brass pipe thread fittings crudely stamped by Chinese infants earned me a call from the Wells Fargo fraud protection department to verify my card wasn't stolen. No kidding.
The grocery list of items, fixes, and tweaks I listed on the first page is slowly getting checked off. The attention to detail and money I'm force feeding this car, knowing full well it's not going to belong to me in the near future, is absurd. I really hope whomever ends up with this appreciates the gallons of blood and manly tears I've shed making it worthy of it's iconical cover car past. Tim Tosto set the bar for me with his HOSS featured here. Like I mentioned before, at this point its a personal goal I've set for myself to achieve a level of near perfection like Tim did in that spread without going blatantly overboard in the process.
This car really is gorgeous though and it has so many huge redeeming qualities attached to it. At the risk of sounding limp wristed; I've honestly never had a real attachment to a vehicle like this. Even my first car didn't rival the spectrum of emotions this one pulls out of me. Walking out into the garage and actually remarking out loud on how damn good this car looks or the pure unbridled rage it causes when it gives me a hint of trouble. It's that stuff that sets cars like this apart from commuter shitboxes. Transcending a simple mode of transportation and becoming a cherished possession you can enjoy and share. It's what being a true hotrodder is all about. Selling it for somebody else to experience what I just described won't take my experiences with it away from me. The guys that have had a car like this already know exactly what I'm saying.
That's easily one of the most homosexual descriptions of something I've ever written. It's getting blamed on sleep deprivation.
I might tackle re-trimming the console piece the boost controller mounts to before I shut the lights off for the night. If you're familiar with the magazine shoot you might remember questioning why they hired a Helen Keller impersonator with an ice sculpture forming chainsaw and a hedge trimmer to cut a rectangle out of console plastic. I've often wondered this myself. I'm entitled to pick fun at this point. Make lemonade out of milk under the bridge or whatever.
The grocery list of items, fixes, and tweaks I listed on the first page is slowly getting checked off. The attention to detail and money I'm force feeding this car, knowing full well it's not going to belong to me in the near future, is absurd. I really hope whomever ends up with this appreciates the gallons of blood and manly tears I've shed making it worthy of it's iconical cover car past. Tim Tosto set the bar for me with his HOSS featured here. Like I mentioned before, at this point its a personal goal I've set for myself to achieve a level of near perfection like Tim did in that spread without going blatantly overboard in the process.
This car really is gorgeous though and it has so many huge redeeming qualities attached to it. At the risk of sounding limp wristed; I've honestly never had a real attachment to a vehicle like this. Even my first car didn't rival the spectrum of emotions this one pulls out of me. Walking out into the garage and actually remarking out loud on how damn good this car looks or the pure unbridled rage it causes when it gives me a hint of trouble. It's that stuff that sets cars like this apart from commuter shitboxes. Transcending a simple mode of transportation and becoming a cherished possession you can enjoy and share. It's what being a true hotrodder is all about. Selling it for somebody else to experience what I just described won't take my experiences with it away from me. The guys that have had a car like this already know exactly what I'm saying.
That's easily one of the most homosexual descriptions of something I've ever written. It's getting blamed on sleep deprivation.
I might tackle re-trimming the console piece the boost controller mounts to before I shut the lights off for the night. If you're familiar with the magazine shoot you might remember questioning why they hired a Helen Keller impersonator with an ice sculpture forming chainsaw and a hedge trimmer to cut a rectangle out of console plastic. I've often wondered this myself. I'm entitled to pick fun at this point. Make lemonade out of milk under the bridge or whatever.