We Be Qualified

Thursday was the day for qualifying, this was to get a starting order for the race and for your own class. Qualifying is not mandatory, you would just start at the back of the pack if you decided not to do it. A few of the cars had mechanical problems and some were still trying to get through tech inspection, but it looked like a pretty good crowd was going to make it. Qualifying was scheduled to start about 3pm, so again, the morning was spent at the ballpark. Now is where you started to find out about the little things in the race, like giving out the starting times for qualifying and the time cards. This process started about 10 am and was put off, delayed, and postponed through the early afternoon.

As chasing the time card was what I was doing, Rick was busy helping in removing the engine from the other Chevelle that was in the race. The guy loves working on cars, any car.

Our start time was about 3:30, we got changed at the stadium and started out at 2 pm to find our spot, with Scott taking off with the Sayther BMW crew. The drive out was the same way we came into the city and took us to a toll road where everyone was making some good time at high speeds. On the last downhill, before getting off, going about 100 mph, we got on the brakes pretty good, and whatduya know, the oil pressure light comes on, never ever a good sign. We stopped to see what's the problem, if we have an oil leak or what. We decide that it was from hard braking, going downhill, and maybe not enough oil in the car. Who knew it took 9 quarts!?

Everyone seemed to be there a little early, so we chatty chitted with who ever was parked next to us till things started to move forward. It finally got to be our turn to start, and we had taken the words at an earlier drivers meeting to heart,"

DON'T CRASH DURING QUALIFYING", which meant, we were going to take this real easy. Which we did. Easy enough to get caught by the Bill Shanahan Corvette with about three turns left. Rick let them by as he could, but when we got to the turn around, Shanahan made mention that he thought we were "blocking him". Now that's a good one, since we got over as soon as he came up behind us. He realized after talking with us that he was a bit anxious and all was well. The drive back to Oaxaca was less eventful than the drive out, and that night at a government building we were wined and dined. This was the first of many nights of speeches by race and state officials, as we waited to get the piece of paper...... the one with the results and the next days starting order. Number 377 would be starting 30th. As that only became available at the end of each meeting, we were in for some late nights. But so it goes, outside afterwards was a fiesta showing off traditional Oaxican dance and dress, very cool, and that's what makes Mexico so great.

Next Time: Dia 1: Oaxaca - Tehuacan

The Clutch That Slipped

The next day, with tech being out of the way, we needed to find out about our suspect clutch. The way to do that was to just get out and drive the car. And in doing that, it slipped enough to know that if it didn't get changed , we were asking for trouble. The thought of doing this on jack stands at the ballpark was a last resort, so we started looking for some sort of repair shop while driving around. What we needed was just a place with a lift, we had the tools and the new clutch. Along the main road going North out of Oaxaca there are lots of these places, we stopped at one that did brakes and clutches, but what they did was put new linings on them, not change them. Rick got a twinge of nostalgia there, because the kids were knocking rivets out of truck brake linings, like he used to do for his Dad. A taxi driver, who happened to be there, took us us down the road to a Continental Tire shop, and these guys were the best. No problem using the lift, for a La Carrera car, anything goes. They had a truck to finish, so we helped unload truck tires to pass the time. Changing a clutch is a bit of a procedure, the exhaust and drive shaft have to come off, the transmission has to come out, the bell housing off, and then deal with the clutch. The clutch was changed in a record time of one hour and forty minutes, and believe me, that's quick. The rest of the day was spent getting the Terra Trip working and thinking about qualifying coming up the next day. That night was the first of the driver/co-driver meetings and and it was heavily stressed not to crash during qualfication, very bad form. In 2006, four cars went down before the first day. Rick and Scott decided to turn in early, so I went my favorite taco place in Oaxaca, Taco Roy's and had a late dinner. Things would start to pick up from here on out.

Next Time: We Be Qualified

Oaxaca And Technical Inspection

Our arrival in Oaxaca meant we could get a little extra sleep, we would be spending four nights here before the start if the race on Friday. Technical inspection is a process where the car is
looked over for safety and mechanical violations. They want to make sure you have a helmet and driving suit, seat belts and fire extinguisher and don't have something under the hood you shouldn't. The tech inspection was a few blocks down from our hotel at a baseball field where the local Oaxacan team played.
The car and it's suspect clutch went down on the trailer, and all seemed to work again during the unloading process. Now began a long day of standing in lines for registration and for the tech guys to look at the car. Registration consisted of getting your Mexican racing license(we already had ours from Chihuahua), a medical examination, getting a tracking GPS unit, your route book and official the swag, and generally just sighing your life away in case something happened during the race. I'm glad we started early to get the car done, because as the 3 days of inspection wore on, tech seemed to get more rigid in their scrutiny of the cars, especially the roll cages. A crash last year by a convertible XKE Jaguar that seriously injured the co-pilot had the tech guys send many cars to the welder to add reinforcement. That was good for some and not so good for others because of the quality of the work. The Chevy passed tech, with a couple of recommendations for improving our cage. Last came putting on the colors of the La Carrera Panamericana. That was something I had looked forward to for a long time, we were officially in the race! The rest of the day was spent talking with other teams, having the cars name painted on and a map of the race route on the trunk. We met a lot of great people here, and I'll start mentioning a couple of them here. Parked next to us was the Scream Tangerine Team, two almost matching Porsche 356's, driven by 2 brothers and their friends. Their objective for the race was to beat the other brother, and it didn't matter where they finished overall. They also had the Scream Team Girls, cute Mexicans girls who would not have their picture taken with the Chevrolet. On the other side was Eddie M. and his crew

from Saugus, CA., who was driving a monstrous Camaro in the Unlimited Class. Everyone at the paddock was excited about something, whether it was passing tech, or not passing, qualifying coming up on Thursday or the race itself. The day ended with most everyone leaving their cars at the field with security watching over things. That evening our third Musketeer arrived, Scott Kirn, who would be crewing and following us in with the truck and trailer during the race. Our next hurdle would be to see if our current clutch was going to make it or not.

Next Time: The Clutch That Slipped

Which Way's Mexico City??

That's just a little joke, the idea is to bypass Mexico City at all costs. The convoy usually makes the trip thru the city at midnight, on a Sunday, to avoid the police and having to have the right number for the right day on your license plate. This time the plan was to go around. Our convoy had grown to around 25, some coming to San Miguel early, and others already across the border at Nuevo Laredo. This convoy is not a long line of cars and trailers, but usually small groups that string out because of pit stops, gas stops, and who ever has a chance to pass slow traffic.

We were up and running before dawn, Gerie again leading, with two routes picked out to take us east of the worlds biggest city. To accomplish that, we would be on some back country narrow roads, with big rigs and slow traffic, my favorites! It was another long day, 11 hours, of driving with a few wrong turns, missed exits, a hard rain outside Puebla, and some major construction delays before Oaxaca. We finally made the city just at dark, and I knew about where our hotel was located. The key word here is "about". We drove right past it, and into a major traffic jam. Some which way, we got the truck and trailer turned around and headed back the right direction, and before getting lost over again, I stopped a taxi and he led us to our hotel, The Victoria, which is on a hill that overlooks the city. After getting things unloaded and checked in, it was time for a beer or two and to watch the stragglers make their way home. We would have 3 days in Oaxaca for tech inspection, qualifying, and whatever else. Remember, the clutch was still an issue.

Next Time: Oaxaca and Technical Inspection

Where the Cars Are Stars!

The car show in San Miguel de Allende was a benefit to help feed hungry school kids. It was held at the main Zocazlo, in front of the big Cathedral where no cars are usually allowed. After the Chevy got washed, we drove down and found a good spot to show it off. The day started kind of quite in the morning, but as it went on, the square filled up until there was a pretty good crowd checking things out. People had lots of questions and took lots of pictures. In fact, I had my first chance to have a picture taken with the Corona girls, so I didn't let that pass. There was plenty of music, a band playing for the show and another one in the park, a Battle Royal of sorts. San Miguel de Allende is a beautiful town that I would definitely like to spend more time in someday.
The show went till around 4 pm, and we needed gas, so decided to take the long way back to the hotel, which would also be easier on our somewhat fragile clutch. At the time the car was built, we didn't have much choice in rear end gears, and used a 308 ratio. That means it's high geared, and difficult to get started without slipping the clutch. When we got back to the hotel and put the car on the trailer, it was all on the uphill slant, meaning.... hard on the clutch. For the topper, somehow a strap slips, and suddenly

I'm watching Rick chasing the car across the parking lot, trying to figure a way to stop it before it goes thru a chain link fence and into a ravine. We were lucky, no one was parked behind us, the drivers window was down, and Rick had the smart sense to turn the wheel and have the car go uphill to bring it to a stop. That could have been real ugly! But now, it has to go back on the trailer, more slippage, more smoke, and now, no clutch. The thought was, after it cooled off, maybe things would be fine, but Rick called home to have the shop send a new one with our third pardner, who was flying into Oaxaca. That was enough excitement for one day, we would be up early again the next morning, and on to Oaxaca.

Next Time: Which Way's Mexico City??

The Coyote Convoy

The Coyote Convoy was started a few years back as a way to cross the border with a race car, trailered or driven, a bunch of spare parts and tools, and not get hassled by the Mexican authorities. At the meeting the night before going into Mexico, Gerie Bledsoe told us once we went across the border, just to keep on going unless an officer insisted a stop, then, show your papers, and keep smiling. Everyone was up for a 5 am breakfast, and a 6 am departure.

G.B. led the group of about 20 thru Laredo and into Nuevo Laredo without a hitch, and we passed the 15 km check just as quickly. The drive south started on a long straight toll highway, which goes toward Monterrey and Saltillo. Then the road becomes more demanding, into the mountains, near San Luis Potosi. This was the first of some challenging, third world trailer pulling, with steep drop offs on both sides of narrow lanes.... get used to it. The last section into San Miguel became really tight, the phrase,"threading the needle" comes to mind.

This would be our first stop, San Miguel de Allende, to participate in a benefit car show to feed school kids. A welcome two day layover before going to Oaxaca.

We made the trip in about 10 hours and found our hotel with no problem. The first night we had the option of going to a dinner regarding the school program or hitting the town with a traveling Mariachi band, I chose the latter. San Miguel is a beautiful town with old world architecture and new world trappings. We wound up at a place called Mama Mia's, and watched some of the twenty year olds try their luck some of the local beauties. My first night in Mexico came to an end about 2 am, we had a car show coming in the morning.

Next Time: Where the Cars Are Stars!

Here We Go!

We are on our way..... just about! A little last minute work on the trailer, pack all those almost
forgotten goodies in some open hole, set the alarm, and we're off at 4:00 am toward our first stop in Casa Grande, Arizona. In case you haven't made that drive lately, it's about a 14 hour go to get down there, a good way to get your butt ready for some serious seat time coming up. And to add to that, we discovered the tires on our trailer looked like scalloped potatoes after the drive, and would not make the trip to Mexico. A good thing to discover before crossing into the land of Topes.

After that was repaired, we were on to Fort Stockton, Texas, another 12-13 hour drive. Here we met up with a few other crews including our mentor Gerie Bledsoe. We also met Gary Faules, who's been writing about building a car for the La Carrera, and I would encourage you to read about his adventure.

Bright and early the next morning, we were off again, to Laredo, Texas, to join the Coyote Convoy, which would take about 20 racers to San Miguel Allende, Mexico and then on to Oaxaca. I was really impressed with Southwest Texas, good 70 mph back roads, which took us thru some beautiful countryside and old western towns. They over do it some with all the U.S. Border Patrol folk around, but hey, this is Dubya country! Our little band rolled into Laredo about 2:30 pm, and got our first look at some of the other clans. We had some last minute chores, like getting a pocket full of Pesos, putting on our window stickers for driving in Mexico, and waiting for the 9 pm drivers meeting concerning the convoy. Tomorrow we will be up early and start our journey toward San Miguel Allende.

Next Time: The Coyote Convoy

Hello Sponsors

I thought I'd write a little piece to acknowledge you, who have stepped up and put out your money, time, and/or equipment to help sponsor us. When we started this project, I think we sent out about 300 letters, not all that many in the big scheme of things, but enough to get a feel for whats happening.We got back about dozen responses, and only one of those was a sure thing. I thought some Chevrolet dealer would take up our cause and slip us a little som'thin, som'thin, but that was not to be, we've had to depend on the kindness of strangers, as Blanche Dubois once said. So who are these sponsors, let's start with the major corporates:


First of all we have Redwood Auto Body in Healdsburg. Dennis Parrish and his crew took our Chevelle and turned it into a gorgeous red beauty. Without them, we'd probably taken it to Earl Scheib for a $29.95 special. If nothing else, our car is beautiful.

Our friends at Selby and Sons Engine and Machine made it possible for us to have an engine, something other than an old 283 ci with 500 billion miles on it. They did all the machining, donated a lot of time and parts. Thanks to both Everett and James Selby.

Here in Santa Rosa we have an auto parts house by the name of Smothers Auto Parts, my pardner Rick has been doing business with them for 20 plus years. They have been generous enough to sell us parts at a much discounted rate, and... they deliver! Rubin with Pioneer Tire of Santa Rosa was able to hook us up with Hankook Tires, and they donated two set of their Venrus R-S2 tires, which worked fantastic in the Chihuahua Express race. Thank you Rubin.
Dean Oshiro at Hot Rods USA was huge help with our brake set-up. When the folks at Wilwood told us the set they had would be "inadequate" for what we needed, Dean took over and made us a set that are exceptional. Thanks Dean.
And then there's Jeff at Nology, they make ignition wires, coils, spark plugs, and a few other things. These guys were the only ones to ask what we needed and then sent them to us. That's what I call real sponsorship, thank you Jeff.

Now for the Donors who pulled out their checkbooks and gave us hard earned cash. My pals Kenny@ http://www.towngreenvillage.com/, Dave@ http://www.terratrees.com/, Larry @http://www.encoreproductions.net/, Chris@ http://www.cafealtura.com/, Les @http://www.lesclaypool.com/, Max@ http://www.zep.com/, and Doc Allyn of Rock Springs, Wyoming were all very generous, and I thank you one and all.
And of course there is North Bay Bavarian@ http://www.bmwnbb.com/, it all starts here.
There's Matthew, Rick's son, Logan and Tom who without them, there would be no car, they did the lions share of the work. All my thanks to you guys. There's Rick's wife Claudia, who's let him go at this project for over a year, add another ten days in Chihuahua and now about 3 weeks on the road. I've heard no complaints, at least not to me. Thanks Claudia! My friend Jami helped me from the start, with our original letter, which I thought was pretty good, and addressing many envelopes. Thank you darlin. And there's Harvey@http://www.minimotors.com/, where I take up space blogging away.
And let's not forget my pals George and Jenny, at Sunshine Pool and Spa for letting me day dream many hours about the up coming adventure. And finally my pardner and friend Rick, who said "yes" to this idea way back when, and here we are.
To all our other family, friends, and well wishers who have stopped in or called, thank you so much, it means everything to us.
The time has come for us to get the car loaded on the trailer, get the bags packed and hit the long road to ol' Mexico. Vaya con Dios, mi amigos.

Next Time: Here We Go!

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The Race

I don't think since the first one of these blogs I have said much about the actual race. I guess this is as good a time as any to give a very short history lesson.

The first year of the Carrera was 1950, and the basic premise was to show that the Panamerican Highway was open and that the family sedan could travel to Mexico City and beyond. Most of the entrants were from the U.S. and Mexico, and almost all the cars were Detroit iron. The Europeans were limited to two Alfa-Romeo's from Italy which both happened to finish in the top ten. The rules were pretty simple, stock cars with no modifications, except for a extra fuel tank. The winner in 1950 was Hershel McGriff from Oregon, driving a Oldsmobile right off the showroom floor. That first year the race went from Ciudad Juarez to just south of Tuxtla Gutierrez at El Ocotal on the Guatemala border. After that, it was reversed to go from South to North.

After the first year, the rules were slightly changed to allow more modifications to the engines and the cars themselves. But they still wanted to see a four seater and no convertibles. The Italians had always had an eye on the race, both Lancia and Ferrari had entries in 1951. The second year, the Ferrari's finished first and second. After this, they separated cars into two classes, stock cars and sports cars. The third year 1952, Mercedes Benz entered and beat both Ferrari and Lancia. The American stock car side saw almost every manufacturer represented, Ford, GM, Chrysler, Hudson, Nash and Studebaker all had different models entered.

By 1953 this was a big time race, on the same level as LeMans, Sebring, and the Mille Migila. To borrow from an article in Motor Trend Magazine, "The Panamericana 1953 had everything a world-class race should have: big money, factory teams, famous drivers, rule-pushing, cheating, backbiting and manipulation". This year the race car categories were again split, this time to large and small sports cars and large and small stock cars. In the small sports car class, Porsche was the car to beat, this race is where the "Carrera" name that's still used today came from. The Lincoln was number one in the big stock class. The last year of the race was again dominated by Ferrari in the large sports class, Porsche in the small class. The Lincolns were challenged by Cadillacs, but not beaten. Some of the drivers who participated in the early race were champions from NASCAR, Formula 1, and the Indy 500. These included Phil Hill, Carroll Shelby, Richie Ginther, Juan Manuel Fanigo, Johnny Mantz, Tony Bettenhausen, Roger Ward and Mickey Thompson to name a few.

By 1954 the Carrera was starting to come apart at the seams. The fatality list was growing of drivers and spectators, with the world press calling it "the death race". Cars were now going 170 mph on small two lane, winding highways. The crowds were bigger than ever just outside the cities, forming human walls opening just wide enough for a car traveling 125 mph to pass through. In the government and the race organization, things also looked shaky, with politics and greed taking its toll. Finally the President of Mexico declared the race had proven its point, about driving the Pan American Highway, and was terminated.

In 1988 Eduardo Leon and some partners from the US and Mexico got permission from the Mexican Government to celebrate the original race with a parade of old cars. Certainly Mexico and their racing community had not forgotten the original race and with the support of the Department of Tourism and the Mexican Highway Patrol, who has the power to close the roads, the event was off and running again. Instead of a caravan, it emerged as a stage rally--full speed runs on closed roads--sanctioned by the Federation of Mexican Auto Sports (FMAD). This year is the 20th anniversary of the resurrected race and will have somewhere around 100 cars competing in nine different classes.
So there you have it, we will be running with some big dogs in Mexico, and when we finish, I'll be looking forward to somebody handing me a tall cool one.

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The Road to La Carrera Panamericana

I thought I'd give a little itinerary of what's happening once we leave Sonoma County. Our valiant crew will consist of, you probably guessed it, just Rick and myself. We have a third crew member who will join us in Oaxaca, but we couldn't find anyone to help with the long drive down. We're not sure if we will be meeting up with any other of the teams from Northern California, there are at least three, and I know there's a Volvo going from here in Santa Rosa. If all goes well, our journey will take us down through California to our first overnight stop in Phoenix. The next day will be a long hop to beautiful Fort Stockton, Texas. My time in Texas has been limited to crossing the border in El Paso, so seeing some of the central part of the state should be interesting, right.? Everybody say "right", and quit rolling your eyes! Then on to Laredo Texas, where we will meet with about twenty-some trailers for the border crossing. Being that we already have our tourist cards and car permits, we have one less thing to worry about, I hope, but you never know about border crossings.

The next part of the journey will take us across the border through Nuevo Laredo to Monterrey, Saltillo, San Luis Potosi and finally to San Miguel Allende. That's one long day of driving! We'll take a break here for a couple of days, participate in a car show benefit, and rest up for the final leg. That one will take us around Mexico City, to Puebla and down across the mountains to the city of Oaxaca.
Oaxaca is one of my favorite cities in Mexico, or anywhere else for that matter. It's probably grown some since I was there last, about 6 or 7 years ago, and it has lots of things to discover, if you have the time. The town itself is great to just walk around, cobblestone streets and Colonial architecture, it has the real feel of old Mexico. The Zocalo or main plaza is a spot for people watching and the Cathedrals near by are awesome. The Zapotec ruins of Monte Alban and the Mixtec's Mitla are really spectacular. They have one of the great "mercados" or big open markets anywhere in Mexico, there's a little bit of everything there. And being from a wine producing county, I've seen a few tasting rooms, and Oaxaca is loaded with small family owned makers of Mescal, Tequila's first cousin. If you want to get messed up, Mescal is for you! And don't forget the food, Mole sauce is one of the specialities and if a place called "Taco Roy's "is still around, YUM! There's just all kind of stuff to see and do, it's a place not to miss if you come to Mexico.

From here, we will start the Carrera and in 7 days, make our way back to the Texas border.

Next Time: The Race

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It's Getting Close

Tick, tick, tick..... the clock is ticking towards our leaving for Texas and on to Mexico. Our lists tend fluctuate, they grow longer, some things get done, things get crossed out, and then it starts over with a new list. This will be a busy week getting all the last bits and pieces ready to go. It's time to start finding all the spare parts, tools, fluids and oils, and everything else that we'll load down the truck with. These are scattered all over the shop at the moment, and need to become one big pile. There's a short list of things left to do to the car, like a thorough nut and bolt tighting, and a wax job to make it all pretty for the car show in San Miguel Allende, among others. I'll tell you more about the car show later. I'm all worn out just thinking about this, a little nap and I'll be all better.

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I Got Mine!

As one of the great philosophers of the 20th century once said, "I got mine, don't worry bout his". Of course you all know that was said by the late, great Godfather of soul, James Brown. I'll borrow it to tell you we made a trip to the Mexican Consulate in Sacramento to secure our tourist cards and car permits. On our last trip for the Chihuahua Express, because of a new trailer, it became a mini-marathon to get our paperwork. We had everything in order, but the Mexicans aren't too keen on temporary registrations, they want to see some good ol' metal license plates! This time we decided to try for the permits here, the upside being that they speak English.

We got up early and gassed it to be there by 8am when they opened. First thing is the tourist card, all good, no lines, I'd even made copys of our drivers licenses and credit cards like they wanted. Unfortunately, at 5:45 am, I wasn't at my sharpest, and left Rick's VISA in the copier! D'OH, you idiot!! For the car permits, the bond has to be in the name of the registered owner. Kindly, our clerk let this pass, mostly because we had to wait an extra three hours for her supervisor to call back about the Chevy's VIN number not being long enough. That was almost a fumble but, all's well that ends well and we came home with the goods.

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Gremlins

We are about 14 days until SS El Platillo Volador sets sail for a 3 week cruise of Mexico. The gremlins are creeping around these days, causing us to unexpectedly have starter problems. I've been putting miles on the car, just so we can try and discover any last minute frets. This one popped up suddenly when Matt drove the car home, and then on me in a parking lot. It was not going to start, even after beating mercilessly on the starter and finally had AAA on the phone ordering up a flatbed. One last try, while waiting for the operator to come back on, and it fires right up. Needless to say, a new starter is on the way here. We are on the virtual to keep the gremlins in check.

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One Step Backwards, Two Steps Forward

We have had to take a small step backwards to make a leap forward in finishing some needed repairs.One of the old bugs in the car has been an oil leak at the main seal, it's been there since creation. We tried to fix it before the Chihuahua race, and thought it was a done deal, but it came back and has been a worry since. The main seal is between the oil pan and the block, at the back of the motor where the flywheel is connected to the crankshaft. A leak here could mean oil getting on the clutch disk, and then, that's all she wrote. The leak never seemed that bad to me, I mean, hey, what's a couple of drops, but Rick has a thing, so it was time to dig in and find the problem.
In taking it all apart, we found that a roller bearing that sits inside the end of the crankshaft had started to slide out of itself, not good, the flywheel needs resurfacing and the clutch was toasted. In this particular block, there is an adaptor plate used to house the main seal, this is where the problem originated. The idea was that maybe this adaptor wasn't right and to replace it. Because the headers have been changed, we could now completely remove the oil pan with out having to take out the motor and get a good look at things. Unfortunately, everything looked fine, no cuts or wear, no visual problems. OK, now what? Well, someone decided to do something almost unheard of and very unusual in engine building, read the directions! And there it was, in black and white, it said, "remove the locating dowel". A locating dowel is a round, one inch piece of medal, used on most of the GM blocks to center the main seal. With this particular adaptor, it's not used. As far as the clutch, we tossed out the Ram clutch we used and went with one made by a small company called Superior Clutch , they make a Kelvar disc that's supposed to be top notch, we'll see.

Well, after just a small freak out, one of the oil pan bolts wasn't tight and there was still a leak, we think we have a major problem solved. I put about a hundred miles on the car yesterday and no sign of any oil, wheeew!

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