Zach Zupancic

Zach Zupancic

Senior Designer, SolidWorks addict, AutoCAD zealot, Cyclist, Shade Tree Mechanic, & moderately tall. 

SaRx7?

I had a very interesting revelation a few days ago, at the most cliché place to have these; a coffee shop. Now this isn’t one of those "ALLELUJA ALLELEJEWA" moments, but it was pretty eye opening -and turned out to be very helpful-. But as my mind suits me I will divulge you, the viewa, with a bit of my petrol history... My very first car was quite a looker; a blue skinned grey boned British American true blood. She was a London Sterling Coach. She was #28 of 40 ever madesent into the United States. Madesent is quite an odd word, but then again so is the reason why I use it. The shell of the car was sent from England to hopefully boost the sales of a new type of taxi/limo. The idea behind it was give us statesman a little glimmer of what the tea bringers have on a daily. The sad thing is that the people in the states never really thought of the long term, nor did they really think about the height of people that might drive it. As a young kid this is fine, but as every young person does they grow -then again, I am a frikken giant so this really doesn’t apply to everyone-. As I grew, the car shrank. So as any stupid young kid would have done, I sold the car to buy a car that suited my taste for speed. But before I start getting into my... obsessivedestructivelove I will post a few pictures of my British lass. FL RR After her there was my first red haired love. And the thing about red haired lovers is that they poison you. Poison you with a beat in your heart that will always skip when you see her again. She was a 1986 Mazda Rx7; base model. Nothing fancy, not fast, but she was right for me. She had a heart that spun for me, rather than masturbate itself like the rest of you kids, and that amongst other things made me happier than a fat kid loves cake -I would have known as I was a fat kid-. mefulllock After the first poison there were 3 others after her (bodies, I have had at least 10 engines swapped into the various 7s). However the was one in particular is what caught my mind when I was at that coffee shop. My green beast for which I made my first mark upon the world, yes the world. DSC00122 DSC00148 It started out as a championship white 1987 Mazda Rx7 GTU. This choice was not random, nor the first car that I could find, there were a couple reasons that I bought this particular year and model. First was the body style; the Series 4 (S4 for short) has a much cleaner and less aggressive body style than the S5 -and on top of that it has a front bumper that takes a garden wall front lip fantastically-. The second is the rear differential; the S4 has a clutch type LSD that allows for the rear tyres to lock together significantly easier than the viscous type that come in the S5. While the S5 is better for autocrosses and the like, the S4's stock diff is better when car control is taken into context. zach21 Because I was still a fat kid, and a lazy fat kid at that, I needed to drop some weight in my car so that it would be significantly more agile. So after I upgraded some of the suspension components I stripped everything out of it; thus taking 40ish lbs out of my car without ever having to work out. For a street car, the idea of this was pretty weird, and for the most part not very logical; but let’s face the facts, it is pretty fucking badass. Even with all of that badass and awesomeness it came at a pretty steep price; constant attention, care, money, stress, towing, breakdowns, crashes, and the occasional fire. It wasn’t until I had the conversation with her at the coffee shop when everything started to click. My relationship right now is not in the best of shape. Actually it is getting worse by the minute. Now there are some key differences between my 7, and the lady. My Rx7 no matter how she appeared, she was always fantastic to look at and be within; my current lady not always attractive, and the more that I see her the less she becomes -not going to get into the second part about my 7 and how that relates to the lady, because that shows no class-. My 7 was able to bring me constant happiness; whenever I thought, drove, or even when she broke down it was always good. The lady... well right now I am shaking with frustration and stress because of her CNOSTANT FUCKING ATTENTION THAT SHE REQUIRES. Prime example last night, every time that I wanted to end the conversation on a good note she would repeat what she just said and everything would start all over again, forcing me to chain smoke and not get to sleep until 1am, and not the 11pm that I was hoping. When my 7 had me awake late, it was in pure ecstasy on the mountains. We would be traveling at fun speed sliding around corners until the sun came up. When I am up with the lady, the only thing that saves me are the sweet death sticks that I constantly put in my mouth, and give me that great pleasure of cutting off oxygen to my body and mind. Nearly without fail my Rx7 would break down, break something, or need something every week. In other words our relationship would break apart nearly every weekend. That is what my relationship is like now -other than the happiness that followed the repairs-. Throughout the life of that 7 I have had 3ish tranny swaps, and 4 engine swaps. I never took it to a mechanic because my friends would help me fix it in my driveway or at the school parking lot, and we would have a ball doing so. The final engine lasted quite awhile, but that is because I was running on a blow apex seal. That brings us to where I am now. The relationship is running on a destroyed engine, it breaks down more and more frequently, and every time it breaks it takes longer to fix and the end results keep making the start up harder and harder. The day that the final engine died it was a sad day, but then again growing up and becoming famous because of it was well worth the destructive nature of a junk yard. My relationship with the lady has never been glamorous; I went broke 3 times, I cried for the first time in 6 years because of her, I have had to abandon my friends to make sure she was pleased, ever since October there hasn’t been a week where drama hasn’t been introduced because of her, I have had to change who I was to make myself more suitable to her, I have had to give up what I am so that there would be less drama, and my right eye is twitching all the time now (only happens when stress is overwhelming). There isn’t much more that I can handle this blown apex seal is making too much noise and will need to be put down. Now comes the moment when I have to realize that the engine can no longer be of viable to use. Not a single person I know respects or likes being around her, she is overbearing, WAY too clingy, requires too much attention, and when I ask her to come over drama starts because it wasn’t soon enough. Like the rotary I will eventually explode because of too much pressure. This engine is on one of its last spins. Before the death --side note, after the Green Machine i had this to help make my life really happy-- DSC01294