We are where we’d promised we’d be and the Shark is making an appearance. How long it may last, the appearance I mean, not the marriage, no one knows. The joy of my triumphant success lasted about 2 days but came to a sudden end when being notified that the garage was flooded with petrol. The epoxy had dissolved slowly and I have to get into the Keith routine yet again. Goddamn!
I won’t get fooled again; two days prior to the marriage (not mine btw.) I try another brand of epoxy but I don’t fill the car up until the morning of the wedding and I do hope that everything about this day may last forever but in case of the in-tank filter at least until the reception. It does and because of that I feel I might be a strong contender in the “wedding pic of the year” contest.
While draining the coolant is the right thing to do for an engine that will sit for a while, it's also a time for decision making. I'm pulling the engine out. Considering the leaks, the unknown, and the unexplained, I think it prudent to pull the lump out and address all of the issues properly and easily. This is the first step to the this old girl's proper preservation.
I've decided to mosey on up to the business end of things. This shot will be my guide to not only put things back together but to witness the dissection that's about to take place. What I need to do up here are vacuum lines, all of the hoses you see here and the ones you don't, the rubber sleeves between the intake runners and the plenum, see what's shakin' at the fuel distributor, take out the fuel injectors, get the air pump back into circulation...anything from the heads up will get some kind of attention.
There it is. I had enough torment trying to see which was the best way to go on these fuel lines, I've opted for the Oetiker clamps and Cohline high pressure hose combo...and you know what? I think it's good enough. Sure, they're not braided lines and AN fittings (never really liked that option because it doesn't look stock and adds an element of 'boy racer' to the engine bay), nor are they "Hydraulic shop" ferrules and the like, but it'll work. And I wont have to worry about a screw clamp coming loose or the need to be re-tightened. My logic is this, the barbs cut into the fuel hose? Replace them at intervals like a timing belt or gear oil service this way age can't effect these hoses to the point where they may start to leak. So I went and did all of them like this...
And after...a shitload of elbow grease, Dremel sanding discs, and sweat. I then cold galvanized them and hit 'em with satin black industrial grade paint for durability. I also decided to not let my perfectionism get in the way here, besides, I really dig the pitted, pocked-mark, scratched metal in some areas that only bondo would eliminate. It's all about the piece's history, it took 34 years to earn those scars...Porsche patina.
Here's what I am faced with. This is the fix that a lot of 928 owners are performing, by far the most popular and inexpensive route. Take some high pressure 30R9 fuel injection hose (7.5mm pressure side; 9.5mm return side), a couple of 14mm and 15mm ABA fuel injection clamps and off you go. Well, not so simple it seems as this is a subject causing more controversy and theories since the "who shot JR" debacle of the 80's.
Here's where I decided to start, at the back end of things. The fact that she could not hold idle and die with the blip of the throttle led me to believe that A; we had a fuel delivery problem, B; we had a vacuum problem or C; a bit of both. My aim was to drop the tank and start the diagnosis from there.
words and photos by leo dijkstra
That is the question. How many times did you encounter yet another shortcut made by the previous owner, the infamous PO. At whom we all have sworn, secretly, in our garage, alone.
story and photos by jim doerr
Last year, I had the pleasure of driving back-to-back a 1987 928 S4 and an early 1978 928 - both 5 speed manual.
The destination was Michigan and the 2013 Porsche Parade in Traverse City. My 7 year old daughter Quinn and I started out of Richmond, Virginia with the '87 S4. The trip was an easy 750 mile highway tour, and the S4 handled it perfectly, as expected. We met up with my Mom and Dad, and made a switch - daughter went with mom, dad with me. Parade here we come, Pops!