The WS6: Redux

So I got to start the WS6 in the driveway for the first time tonight, and HOLY GOD, the SLP's are the tastiest thing since Nutella. They have this deep, throaty, almost-cammed bellow that originates deep within the belly of the LS1 that exits into the crisp, cool night air like fire leaving the mouth of a friggin Dragon. That car just growls. Yet again, I'm reminded of the fact that it isn't mine, will never be mine, and is in fact, going to be a 16 year old girl's first car.

The Scamp is Being a Gremlin.

So after weeks of electrical issues, we thought we had finally fixed the Scamp. It was discharging for no reason, so we put a new alternator on it. Since that didn't fix the problem, I decided the other day to put a new regulator on the firewall. Again, no go. My dad noticed last night that one of the electrical connections strapped to the firewall was absolutely fried, so we rewired that, and of course, that was the problem. Or so we thought. On my way to school this morning, the Scamp was charging fine, but, as soon as I pulled into the parking garage on campus, I noticed again that the car was discharging. So here's a few theories. A) The Scamp is in fact a demonic being sent here to plague me. B) The wire burnt out again. C) The new Sylvania halogen headlamps I put in two weeks ago had something to do with this. D) None of the above. Regardless, my biggest concern is making it home after class today. Should be interesting.

The Tempest

Pontiac Nostalgia

Sitting in English class today, I found myself describing my Pontiac collection to one of my classmates. It brought back a lot of memories, good and bad, about the cars I've owned and sold over the years. My first car was a 1966 Pontiac Tempest my Dad bought for me. It was bright, "Arrest Me" Red, with a white convertible top and red leatherette interior. We dropped a 400 c.i. Pontiac big block in it, and I absolutely adored that car. Pulling into the school parking lot on nice days was great, because the top was down and I could see the looks of envy on every one of my classmates faces. Nobody else in the parking lot had anything close to what I had; and wouldn't you know it, the year I started driving that car was the year the yearbook dropped the category for "Best Car." Well, fate being the cruel bitch she is, I ended up selling that car the year after I graduated from high school. I will have that car again one day. Until then, I think about it all the time, especially on days like today.

Feeling down.

I guess this will be my first non-automotive post on here and hopefully it won't happen too much. I'm just feeling a little down right now. It almost feels like I'm a slot car on a track, going around and around on the same never-ending circuit. I'm definitely not as happy as I should be, but eh, I'll get over it.

In other news...how about the new Camaro Convertible?

Snowy Morning

So I wake up this morning to roughly 4 inches of snow on the ground. Now, seeing that I live in Delaware, the weather loves to throw fastballs; last week, the temperatures were in the mid 60's. That being said, I've been thinking lately about what kind of car I want to buy. I'm torn right now between anything in the 12-16k dollar range, and my two big picks at this point are the 2004 GTO and the 2006-07 Monte Carlo SS. The GTO is rear wheel drive, 350 horse, either manual or auto, and is a Pontiac, but frankly, it looks plain. Even with hood scoops, it looks like a Grandma car. The Monte Carlo, on the other hand, looks a little tougher, is only automatic, is FWD, or Front Wheel Drive, and has 303 horsepower. It's a tough decision, and with the random snow, it's made all the harder. Comments or suggestions are welcome.

This is What a WS6 Should Look Like:

The WS6

 Above: The Trans Am

Above: The Trans Am's hideous green interior

First Post!

Hopefully, this is the first post of many. Regardless of the fact that I have to create a blog for my English class, I think I can have a little fun with this, and maybe even earn some money. Considering that this is a car blog, I feel I have to start out with how my day started; that is, how I was shocked and disappointed this morning to see one of my dream cars in my driveway when I woke up.

You see, I had 1996 Trans Am. I loved that car, but I ended up selling it because I wanted something faster. At that point in time, I wanted a newer Trans Am, preferably an early 2000's WS6. Well, it turns out, when I opened my door this morning, there it was. A WS6 right in front of me. Only the gods could be so cruel as to punish me for loving cars too much; giving me this taste of what I refer to as "my unicorn." (Anybody who has seen Gone in Sixty Seconds can relate to this). So, thinking this was some cruel joke, I called my Dad up, and sure enough, the car wasn't for me. He has to paint it for a guy, LIME GREEN, by the way, who will then proceed to give it to his 16 year old daughter for her birthday. Girls get all the fun cars.

Thus, I continue my horsepowerless existence, saving up in hopes of that elusive Trans Am, or GTO, or other assorted high-performance variant of an otherwise normal car. Donations are greatly appreciated.

Pictures of the WS6 after the jump.