Project CRX is Dead – Long Live Project 350Z
(Warning: I’ve realized that when I wrote about that Ferrari before, I felt no guilt because it was not my Ferrari. Now, even though a 350Z is no Ferrari, I feel guilt writing about it because it is mine. So here’s the deal: I’m going to write about my 350Z, because this is my blog and I want to. I’m not boasting about it. Okay, maybe I am. I don’t care. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.)
I said this already, but Project CRX is dead. Or at least very, very dormant.
I had a CRX before. I loved it. Nobody else loved it but me. The faded, chipping paint with the peeling clearcoat. The black body with the contrasting white driver’s side door. The rust spots that marred every body panel, discriminating against none. The threadbare, torn seats and carpet. The 200,000+ miles. Yes, it was a car only it’s owner could love.
One of the best things about my 350Z is that it reminds me of my old CRX. Or rather, what my old CRX would have been like if it had good paint, no rust, matching body panels, nice interior, and 300 horsepower. Anyway, now that I have this 350Z, my yearning for a CRX has suddenly disappeared.
Cars are like people: You love them more when you serve them. This is why project cars are dangerous. But I’m a man in touch with my inner feelings, and I’m not afraid to love my car. So I’ve been doing some work to fix a few minor things here and there. I’ve put an amplifier and subwoofer in to fix the pathetic lack of bass. I bought an Escort Passport 8500 x50 and installed it discretely by hiding most of the wiring behind the dash and tapping directly into the stereo wiring for power. I downloaded PDF copies of the stereo owner’s manual and the 350Z owner’s manual because the car came with neither. I bought a brand new remote on the Internet to arm and disarm the security system that came with it. I found an excellent site to help me with my project quest.
But now I have a problem. My car came with some really sweet 19″ Carré CS-2 wheels, but two of the wheels are missing center caps. I’ve been looking around trying to figure out where I can get some, but I’m not finding any good leads. I finally went to a Les Schwab dealer nearby who does not sell them either, but gave me a phone number of a place that carries them. I contacted this dealer with high hopes, but they were dashed. Carré is out of business. He has no extra wheel caps and cannot get them.
So now it is up to you, dear readers. Find me my two Carré wheel caps. If you help me, I will reward you greatly by mentioning your name on my blog, which is sure to bring you fame, fortune, and an abundance of babes.