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Hey guys, welcome to chapter four. It's a good deal of technical nerdery, but its buildup for chapter five, so deal with it :P
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~~~~~~Page Break~~~~~~
“Hey, how you doing Travis? Your Eclipse is fucked up, how? What did you do to it? Ugh, fuck, yeah I can drop in fast and try to diagnose it on my way to work, where you guys at?” Kouga scrambled for a piece of paper and a pen as he took down the human’s current address, the ningen a client of his and Performance Unlimited.
“Alright, I’ll be there as quick as I can, just don’t beat on it too bad till I get there. Catch you in a minute.”
Getting dressed, the freshly showered ookami ran out of his apartment and hopped into the Audi. Firing the German sedan to life, he let it warm up as he found a radio station and dropped the windows. Then, throwing it in reverse, he backed out of his driveway and pulled out onto the street, headed for some small patch of asphalt the human was waiting for him at.
As it turned out, the piece of blacktop in question was off a two lane highway not far from Kouga’s apartment. Turning off the road onto a packed gravel strip, Kouga pulled off the main road down the small path, which ended at a big patch of black asphalt, part of what would eventually be some sort of parking lot for the nearby wildlife area.
There, parked together were a previous generation black BMW 3-series, lowered and sporting a set of aftermarket rims along with the M-sport body kit. And next to it, his client, Travis’, 1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse GS, modified all to hell. It actually was styled after the same car of fame from the first Fast and the Furious movie, sporting a body kit, lime green paint, blue stripe, Mitsubishi wing, and aftermarket rims.
“Hey man, so what’s the issue with this monster?” Kouga asked as he got out and walked up to the two cars, his client and one of his apparent friends standing by them. Across the parking lot, a series of cones were laid out creating a tight, fairly intricate autocross course.
“Man, this thing has been way hard to control recently and it’s slowed down on the autocross course. We were out here to practice this morning, I figured I could get used to it and get my times back up, but I haven’t been able to beat his 3-series all morning, and there’s way more under the hood of my car than his, as you certainly are well aware.”
That, Kouga was certainly well aware of. His particular hand in the vividly green Mitsubishi had been the engine, a non-turbo Mitsubishi four cylinder, a 4G63 engine code as it was known. He’d rebuilt the entire bottom end of the little four cylinder, reinforcing all the internals.
It had been fitted with two turbochargers, one configured for immediate, low rpm boost and one for high rpm power to give the car plenty of power with minimal turbo lag. It had been intercooled, had gotten bigger fuel injectors, a better fuel pump, different camshaft, a better intake, headers, full-length exhaust, and a re-flashed ECU which he’d professionally tuned among dozens of other small modifications to extract gobs and gobs of reliable power from the motor.
Additionally, the shop had already fitted anti-roll bars and Koni shocks to the standard car, a stronger clutch, AP Racing brake discs and pads, and it had been stripped out and given a roll cage. Travis had bought a competent track car awaiting a warming over of the motor and Kouga had pushed it over the top.
“Alright, well hell, let me try it real quick, see if I can feel anything.”
“Keys are in it.”
Kouga climbed in, easing his plugged-rear into the racing harness, and strapped himself in. Pushing the clutch in and hitting the ignition fired the four cylinder to life with a surprising burble. Revving it in neutral, he listened for any issues but found none. And so, putting it in first, Kouga let the clutch out with some gas and heard the tires chirp as the car launched forward.
Shooting into the row of cones, Kouga upshifted into second, and then into third as the car shredded the straight section of their little course, hitting ninety in a damn short distance before he hit the brakes and dove hard into a corner. Immediately, a wave of under-steer hit him, a condition in which the front wheels lost grip, causing the front end to go wide through a corner where it should grip and turn in properly.
Hitting the rest of the course confirmed what the first corner told him; there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with the motor, the suspension had been seriously impaired by something. As he came flying through the other end of the cones, Kouga pushed the clutch in, hit the brakes, cut the wheel and pulled the handbrake, sliding the car round and to a stop.
Pulling back up to the two humans, Kouga left it in neutral and put the handbrake on, letting the Mitsubishi cool down as he popped the hood and got out. Under the hood, he simply tugged the throttle cable and immediately heard the motor’s sharp response, the engine revving and then hissing as the turbo’s blow off valve allowed unneeded compressed air to escape the plumbing safely.
“Motor’s just fine. Did you mess around with the suspension recently?” Kouga asked as Travis came up to him.
“Well yeah, one of the guys I run with from the forum threw me a set of beefier anti-roll bars from his project Eclipse and put them on. They felt great on the street, and then I started pushing the car hard and it was handling off and I was having trouble getting the speed back up.”
“That’s the issue. Too stiff, and the bit of body roll you need to absorb the weight shift just translates into under-steer with these front wheel drivers. Either you need to go back to the old anti-roll bars, or bring it in and we can re-valve the shocks to work with those big ones.”
“Yeah, well we have a meet later today I guess I’ll just put the old ones back on and run it that way.”
“Good thinking. Remember, you did all the research and put the time and money in on the motor, you can’t skip the other bits, they’re just as important.” Kouga patted the human’s back before dropping the carbon fire hood back down over the humming four cylinder.
“Yeah, thanks for the help man, I was scared I’d fucked something up big.”
“Nah, you’re fine. Well hell, I gotta to work, good luck with the meet man, blow em away.”
“Will do.”
Kouga walked back to his Audi, threw it in gear and got back on the road, hoping he could make it to work without being too late, lest he incur a certain hanyou’s, or for that matter a certain ningen female’s wrath.
~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~
Things were actually going well for Inuyasha. The hanyou had successfully gotten all the Mustang’s chrome trim off to be re-plated, and both Mustang’s wheels and the Audi’s rare Ronal rims had been stripped of their worn tires and sent off for refinishing.
The engine and trans out, the tires and rims off the car, Inuyasha had dropped the axles with the brake drums on them. That done, an inspection revealed a couple of leaf springs that were looking fairly well worn, though just about everything else was solid.
So, they joined the list of exterior trim pieces and weather stripping, and much of the interior trim and accessory bits on the list of NOS, or New Old Stock, parts the hanyou had to order, which he took care so that while he worked, the parts would soon be in transit and the Mustang could be back in action fast as possible.
That done, a chassis roller was fitted to the Mustang, which was carefully wheeled over, essentially a body and frame without running gear, over to Shippo to be thoroughly buffed, if not outright repainted. The fox was brilliant, even with a buffing wheel he could make forty, fifty year old plus paintjobs look factory fresh, and if that didn’t work he could perform magic with some wet sanding, a spray gun, and his careful eye.
With Shippo tearing through the layers of grime that had formed a caked on layer over the Mustang’s originally brilliant, dark, rich green paint; Inuyasha turned his attention to the motor and trans, still hanging on an engine hoist in the shop.
He’d done the seals and gaskets, and the old transmission fluid and oil had all been drained. New valve covers, a new air cleaner, factory high performance intake and exhaust manifolds, a new radiator and a new master cylinder were all on their way, and with that the hanyou pulled the carburetor to clean and rebuild it.
The fine detail work of getting the four barrel unit apart, thoroughly cleaned, rebuilt and adjusted took a bit of time, and after it was done the hanyou left it on his work bench till the other parts, such as the intake manifold it would bolt onto, arrived.
Grabbing a buffer and some leather shampoo, Inuyasha turned his attention to the factory seats. Liberally applying the shampoo, designed to put nutrients back into the hide and repair and revive the seats, he used the buffer to work it in.
Surprisingly, a bit of elbow grease actually brought the removed front seats and rear bench back to almost factory condition. The similarly removed floor itself was in great condition too, and a rug shampoo and cleaner worked out the dust and brought the carpet back to life as well. The pedals came out, as did all the warped interior bits and the few that he could refinish himself.
The pedals were a bit worn, but he actually had the original replacements, which he swapped out, for replacement in the car. At that point, he was really at a bit of a stand-still, anything else he had to do was waiting on parts to arrive or the car itself to get back from Shippo’s skilled hands.
He almost got into the Quattro, but decided against it. There were way, way too many parts of the Audi sitting collected together outside, and too many Mustang bits in his bay and in various parts of the shop or in transit to open two cans of worms at once.
Though, then again, he did need to get both the project cars done, and so collected all the bits went with the motor and trans in a corner of the shop, stored safely where they’d be out of range of anyone’s clumsiness. Then, taking a breath, he went for the Audi. Starting with the heart, he brought the high output five cylinder motor he’d gotten with it into the shop.
A basic inspection went on, and to his eye the human had been right, the motor actually appeared to be in great shape, and when he drained the transmission fluid from the trans that came with it, there were no metal shavings in the fluid that would indicate the gears of the five speed manual had been sheared off through abusive driving.
The mostly dissembled body and frame had been put on another chassis roller earlier, and so it made into the bay without difficulty. There was a hell of a lot of body work to be done, but with a solid motor and trans, and the wheels off for refinishing, there actually wasn’t too much mechanically wrong with the Audi coupe.
Deciding to pull apart the various cracked and faded interior bits and swap in the desirable extra bits the previous owner had bought for it, Inuyasha dove into the interior, figuring he’d get that step done and another round of parts ordered before lunch, and then he could start tracking down the next batch of cars.
~~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~~
Pulling back into the showroom in the very gently used Ford GT, Inuyasha eased the dark blue sports car to a stop in its spot and killed the motor. In the passenger seat, two bags full of hoagies and cheesesteaks sat, which the hanyou grabbed out, walking them into the employee break room for the mechanics and his sales associates.
Grabbing his own sandwich, the hanyou retired up to his seldom used office and powered up his laptop. From his little mini-fridge, he pulled out a beer and cracked it as he opened up a few online auction sites and forums he knew of that could help give him a lead on the next vehicles on the list.
As the hanyou took a bite out of his cheesesteak and swallowed a mouthful of Foster’s, he pondered his next move regarding one Sesshomaru Takahashi. While the dog demon certainly seemed more than financially straight, Inuyasha still had his doubts regarding the list of cars he was tasked with procuring.
There was no doubt of the quality, to be sure. It was a very handpicked list of cars, many of them exceedingly rare or obscure, almost cult hit type cars. And for drivers, they all had something that would make them desirable; style, luxury, raw power, solid chassis, most of them some combination of the four. And he could see the staid, icy dog demon driving any of them.
But, one unfortunate thing Inuyasha had found in the classic and high end car business, was that tire kickers were certainly a brave group. More than once he’d had lists, albeit usually far shorter and far less exclusive than his current, or requests for rare and desirable models. Even direct factory orders for new super cars had come in from buyers who flaked out when the time came to collect.
While he was fairly good at sorting out the frauds and cons, and they did get them from time to time, there were a surprising number of customers who came through the door well-heeled and found they just couldn’t pull the trigger. More than once, after confirming credit checks and setting up contracts and tracking the cars down, Inuyasha had had to contend with buyers who suddenly got skittish when their fantasy became reality, and they had hundreds of thousands, if not millions of dollars of car sitting in their driveway with a bill to be settled.
Not that Sesshomaru seemed the type, and he was certainly capable of affording the list, quite easily in fact, but Inuyasha still wanted to insure the dog would be good for the money when it was time to pay up. One method he’d developed, and planned to employ, was to deliver the cars.
While that sounded rather idiotic, as delivering the desired cars was his job, Inuyasha had found that for cases involving a few vehicles, surprising the client with one or more done at the same time, with little warning, could flush out those who were having second thoughts. And getting the client to do so early could spare him from completing a list and having the client try to back out at the end, when his shop had laid out all of its time and money that needed to be put into the vehicles.
And so, Inuyasha settled into his computer chair and kept clicking. Sesshomaru had said already restored vehicles were fine, as were auction houses and private collections. If the youkai wanted to pay more to make his job that much easier, the hanyou was not going to object. Not one fucking bit.
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