Hey, I didn’t come up with the name, the owner did! Had a little issue with an 88 911 that was rubbing the tire on the fender under certain corners. My buddy Mark had heard a POP from the front left corner one day, then started hearing the rubbing. While simple and quick to diagnose, this is something I have not seen before, the steel contact washer that the torsion bar adjustment bolt rides on shattered, dropping the suspension almost a 1/4″, which was enough to rub on the already lowered car. Now the question is if we can find a solution for repair that does not require a replacement cross member.
Here you can see the edge of the broken contact washer.
And the right hand side shows what it should look like.
About porschedoc
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Ok, for those that can't figure it out, that is actually not my profile, but that of Dr. Evil's profile from Austin Powers. Though chestnuts are indeed lazy, you can't argue with that.
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