This is a story I should've put up a while ago, but never really thought about it. When I 1st got my IDI, I knew it was in need of some TLC. The previous owner did NOT have a single clue about diesels(or regular vehicle maintainence for that matter!). I put the PSD away to drive around the IDI to see if any check engine lights or any other problems that would arise in the near future. A few of the things that the previous owner completely failed on were his choice in shocks & whatever his "mechanic" jimmy-rigged for exhaust. All 4 shocks were completely dead & everytime you went over the slightest bump, it literally sounded like violent thunder inside the cab. I could only imagine what it sounded like outside the truck. & the exhaust(which is still on it)is definitely for a gasser @ 2 1/2". It has some "cheapo-depot" muffler & exhaust pipe on it that I'll bet my life is probably starving the rig for some extra MPGs & whatever performance you could squeeze out of it. The upside of the exhaust is with a V-8 N/A IDI, it makes it sound like a little hotrod, so naturally I'd romp on it just to hear the exhaust @ stop signs & red lights with the windows open
Anyway, I had taken the truck's tires off to see what I needed for steering, suspension, & brake parts(the truck's finally up on jackstands now.......this is last year when I checked all of this, so you can see where my priorities lie
). The most apparent item that needed to be changed were the brakes. The front brakes were completely uneven & the back brakes were so skinny, I don't think they were stopping by friction.......they were stopping by magic. I put the brakes & the tires back together.........& took it out for another spin.
I'm on my way to get some fuel & everytime I came to a stop, I'd hit the brake pedal & it would literally make a "fart" sound. Kinda like when you have a whoopee cushion & give it a quick squeeze, that's what they sounded like. So here I go; come to a stop sign, touch the brakes, hear a fart, & then romp on it to hear the exhaust. Mind you: I'm only going about 30-35MPH to get to the fuel station.
I'm @ the last red light before the station & an older Integra with EVERYTHING you could "soup up" a car from AutoZone is glued to this thing. It was multi-colored, had a fart can, & 3 rims that matched. He was rocking the car with the clutch back & forth @ the red light & I knew as soon as the light turned green, he was gonna "launch", cut me off, & romp on it so everyone & their grandparents could here his annoying exhaust for miles............not today, buddy.
The light turns green & we stomped on the fuel @ the same exact time, unbelievably, the IDI was ahead by inches. We both probably get up to about 50-55MPH with the green IDI a hair ahead. Suddenly, a car comes from an intersection from my side & cuts me off, I touch the brakes(*fart*) & the Integra passes me. I jump into the Integra's lane, pass the car that cut me off, jump back in my lane & start inching back to the Integra(by the way, I missed the gas station by about 1/4 of a mile already
). I start passing the Integra again & before I knew it I was a car length ahead of him; & I know now exactly why:
He had seen a cop a little ways ahead of us & he was slowing down. The cop was sitting @ the next 3-way intersection on my side & about 20 feet away from him in the road was a small pothole. Luckily(@ the time) the cop was looking or reading something in his lap & wasn't paying any attention to traffic(....yet). I let off the throttle to slow down a little bit & notice my speedo- I'm doing about 55 in a 30. So here's where the
- I figure I could breeze by him just as long as the light @ the 3-way stays green & I continue to let the truck slow down on it's own; ain't happening. I hit the pothole & the truck makes the most deafening BOOM
I've ever heard. The cop looks up & locks right on to me doing somewhere in the low 50s. I look up & the light's red. I step on the brakes, they fart, & now the truck IS NOT STOPPING @ ALL! The cop pulls up & gets on my azz instantly.......it's only a matter of time now. The red/blues come on & I finally got the truck stopped about 1000ft. away from the red light(after the red light BTW). The Integra had stopped like nothing had happened & I knew the kid & his ugly girlfriend in the front seat were both gawking @ my misfortune. Eventually they passed by & both had their faces pressed against the glass & laughing @ me as they drove by. The cop busted me for running a red light, speeding, & having an expired inspection sticker. Surprisingly, I didn't have to go to traffic court, but I did get slapped with a hefty fine & got my ear talked off by officer di%& face.
Whadda day. Justice would've been served against another ricer if I had good suspension, no road rage, & a brake pedal that didn't fart.