The BMW UUC Digest Volume 2 : Issue 576 : "text" Format Messages in this Issue: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Re: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Re: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Re: [racing] RE: targa newfoundland Joe Queenan in NY Times on the NJ Turnpike (OT) Re: Joe Queenan in NY Times on the NJ Turnpike (OT) blinking ABS light Re: blinking ABS light <misc> urethane RTABs and road noise <E36> Air Damn Extensions Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions <e36> Tranny Lube Re: <e36> Tranny Lube
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 07 Mar 2005 17:51:09 -1000 From: Jay G <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: E36M3 <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Cc: [email protected] Subject: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> sorry for the cross post... anyone selling a set of koni single adjustable shocks for a 97 M3??? looking if anyone has a set lying around before i look into online vendors??? and i know i asked this a long time ago, but i lost my saved mail- any vendors you guys recommend??? thanx in advance! ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 20:21:51 -0800 (PST) From: Andre Yew <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On Mon, 7 Mar 2005, Jay G wrote: > and i know i asked this a long time ago, but i lost my saved mail- any > vendors you guys recommend??? TC Kline and Ground Control are two good vendors with BMW-specific knowledge, though with GC, the service you get may depend on who answers the phone. --Andre ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 23:22:06 -0500 From: "KMS- Brett Anderson" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "UUC Digest" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: WTB: koni SA shocks for E36 M3 Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> There is only one choice for Koni Single adjustables, and that's TC Kline. The TC kit is the only one that offers externally (single) adjustable rears. You can buy them direct, www.tcklineracing.com, or from resellers like myself, for the same price. Brett Anderson KMS > -----Original Message----- > sorry for the cross post... > > anyone selling a set of koni single adjustable shocks for a 97 M3??? > looking if anyone has a set lying around before i look into online > vendors??? > > and i know i asked this a long time ago, but i lost my saved mail- any > vendors you guys recommend??? > > thanx in advance! ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 07 Mar 2005 20:10:09 -0800 From: "Scott T. Smith" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [racing] RE: targa newfoundland Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On Mon, 2005-03-07 at 19:20 -0800, Dennis Liu wrote: > Andy, what do you think about building a Targa killer - retrofit everything > backwards into a '73 911 chassis, so, effectively, it's a 993/964 running in > the Classic division, kinda like what Bill Arnold did with shoehorning E36 > M3 engine, suspension and chassis bitzas into a Bavaria? That's probably not a good idea, unless you want to only run the car for one year. Read the rules -- they are talking about major changes for 2006. Most likely any monster car like Bills or mine will be bumped to unlimited. Scott '85 323i w/ S50B32 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 23:43:30 -0500 From: "Dennis Liu" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "BMW List" <[email protected]> Subject: Joe Queenan in NY Times on the NJ Turnpike (OT) Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> The Road to Nowhere By JOE QUEENAN FOR more years than I care to remember, my wife and I have been making regular pilgrimages to my hometown of Philadelphia. The most direct way to cover the 125 miles from Tarrytown, N.Y., to my mother's house in northeast Philadelphia is to traverse the Tappan Zee Bridge, shoot down the Garden State Parkway, connect with the New Jersey Turnpike just north of New Brunswick, and then join the Pennsylvania Turnpike southeast of Trenton. If traffic is good, the trip can be made in roughly two hours. Traffic is usually not good. Because I did not get my driver's license until three years ago, and because my wife is a driver of almost mythical excellence, she always manned the steering wheel, while I navigated. Like most men, I have an exquisitely calibrated sense of direction, but am a terrible navigator, because I am always too busy ransacking the glove compartment for Van Morrison's bootlegged version of "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" to pay attention. In principle, this should not have affected our travels, because the ideal route from New York to northeast Philadelphia is perfectly straightforward. Conversely, in the fog-drenched vall�es of the Garonne and the arroyos of Andalusia, substandard navigation technique can lead to disaster. Alas, my navigational deficiencies did have profound geographic reverberations on our travels, because almost from the time we began making these trips, I noticed that my wife would do everything possible to avoid using the New Jersey Turnpike. At the first sign of congestion, she would disinter one of her trusty maps and begin plotting serpentine alternate routes to Philadelphia. Like Henry Hudson feverishly seeking the Northwest Passage to the Orient, Francesca was absolutely convinced that a shorter, faster, less emotionally arduous route to the City of Brotherly Love could one day be uncrypted. Like Henry Hudson, she was dead wrong. (Even the governor of New Jersey understands this instinct. One of Richard J. Codey's first acts as governor late last year was to announce the widening of that impossible 21-mile-long stretch of Turnpike between Exit 8A in Jamesburg and Exit 6 at the Pennsylvania Turnpike.) Invariably, Francesca's determination to unearth the Garden State's Thread of Ariadne added between 30 and 60 minutes to the trip, and often resulted in being stalled in local traffic somewhere in central New Jersey. This was partly because we missed exits, partly because my wife regularly purchased remaindered, antediluvian atlases depicting roads that had ceased to exist, or exits that had never been built. Also, as noted, I was rarely paying attention. This made our children sullen and angry, since the more time we spent in the car, the more time they had to endure Van Morrison. "Astral Weeks," in particular. Needless to say, my wife's quixotic automotive peregrinations made me nearly homicidal. Often, we could not find the mysterious highways and byways she sought; frequently we ended up screaming at each other. Throughout this dark period, which lasted roughly 20 years, I never strayed from my text: Exiting the Turnpike, no matter how bad the traffic, was a foolish decision that would inevitably lengthen an already unpleasant trip. But my wife was the driver, and she would not listen. And so, we suffered the slings and arrows of local traffic in central New Jersey. For decades. Only when I began making the jaunt to the Quaker City myself did I recognize the luminous philosophical underpinnings of my wife's iconoclastic driving predilections. In a nutshell, Francesca loathed the New Jersey Turnpike. It was boring. It was monotonous. It succeeded in being both nondescript and hideous, an almost impossible combination, like a Plain Jane Gorgon whose physiognomy itself was far from monstrous, but whose overall aura and personality were stomach-turning. Every trip down the New Jersey Turnpike was like yet another overnight stay at the Heartbreak Hotel; it was ghastly the last 500 times; why should it be any better now? Only when I began driving did I realize that, while the Turnpike was unquestionably the shortest route between two points, it was dreary, odious, soul-destroying - a must to avoid. This belated realization has had a profoundly salutary effect on my psyche and very possibly rescued me from menopausal vehicular lunacy. Now that I regularly make the trip to Philadelphia myself, it has become my hobby to negotiate the passage by a different route each time, always avoiding the Turnpike. My favorite route takes me to Lambertville, the charming hamlet on the New Jersey side of the Delaware that has thus far managed to avoid becoming a garish tourist trip like its twin hamlet, New Hope, on the opposite bank. Playing Buda to New Hope's Pest, Lambertville offers congenial restaurants, amiable cafes, suitably proletarian pizzerias, engaging antique stores and lovely little side streets. What's more, unlike New Hope, it is not completely overrun by tourists in tie-dyed T-shirts desperately shopping for necromantic tchotchkes to remind them of the days when the Electric Prunes and the Strawberry Alarm Clock exercised psychedelic sultancy over society. It also has a mysterious second-story music store poised directly above a gift shop in which I have bought two vintage Gibson guitars at far below market value. There are no mysterious music stores on the New Jersey Turnpike, and no amiable cafes. A sideways jaunt through Lambertville affords the traveler many other pleasures: Washington's Crossing, bucolic villages in Bucks County, an ingratiating ride along the New Jersey side of the river north of Trenton and even a tiny strip of farmland just outside Lambertville that has not yet been pillaged by developers. Though a detour through the area inevitably adds an hour to the Philadelphia trip, it has the alchemical effect of turning an onerous chore into an unexpected pleasure. I cannot recommend it too highly. Those who can find it in themselves to venture off the Turnpike and explore alternate routes across the state will not find themselves unrewarded. Whenever I have the time to spare and unless conditions on local roads are hazardous, I always find time to spare I make it a point to avoid the Turnpike entirely and explore a new route. This has the perhaps unintended effect of allowing New Jersey, an often maligned state, to shine. New Brunswick is home to a lively Hispanic district whose restaurants are infinitely superior to anything to be found at the Richard Stockton Service Area. Princeton is ringed by picture-postcard hamlets and the university town itself is a jewel. Downtown Trenton is undergoing some sort of renaissance; as a lifelong fan of blighted yet gallant municipalities that are dragging themselves off the canvas and making a comeback, I can say, without politically correct disingenuousness or condescension, that I have thoroughly enjoyed my visits to the state capital. The adventurous traveler who can take himself off the clock long enough to actually enjoy his own life will often stumble upon unexpected pleasures. Once, on a meandering voyage toward Lambertville, I ran smack dab into a buffalo farm. On another occasion, while zipping through Freehold, Bruce Springsteen's hometown, I had breakfast at one of those glorious roadside-attraction diners that foreigners would give their eyeteeth to discover. I am perfectly aware that my profession as a freelance writer allows me to play fast and loose with my daily schedule. It doesn't really matter whether I get to Philadelphia at noon or one o'clock; cynics might argue that it doesn't matter when you get to Philadelphia, period. But I am the type of person who always makes time for leisure. Chastened, belatedly apologetic, I am grateful to my wife for introducing me to her unorthodox traveling philosophy. Francesca clearly believes that hurtling up and down the same grim ribbon of highway, and snacking at the same fast-food chains, ultimately leads to a kind of madness. Unwilling to turn off her brain and simply wish away the next two hours, Francesca subscribes to the belief that every second of your life should be rewarding, with the corollary tenet that such an ambition cannot be fulfilled on the New Jersey Turnpike. As I fully expect to be visiting the city of my birth on a regular basis for the rest of my life, I have made a personal commitment to spend as little of it on the New Jersey Turnpike as possible. My last trip, I meandered up Route 295, a pleasant, tree-lined thoroughfare that parallels the Turnpike almost all the way to Trenton. Then I took local roads to the Garden State. On many occasions, I have negotiated the passage from Princeton to Philadelphia via the northern tip of I-95, a surprisingly cheerful and well-maintained highway that is often deserted during the day. When time permits, I drive all the way from Philadelphia to New York by way of local roads, snaking through dainty little villages whose existence is unknown to harried Turnpike habitu�s. Yes, there is traffic. But there are other compensations. It is impossible to overestimate the spiritual nutrition to be derived from avoiding the Turnpike. By veering into the hinterlands, the traveler turns a nightmare into an outing, perhaps even a lark. He does not have to rocket along at 85 miles an hour to avoid being flattened by tractor-trailers. He does not have to fend off psychopathic lane-changers. He does not have to drink the almost punitive coffee that Turnpike gas stations market as some sort of veiled threat to visitors. And if he takes the right road, he might find himself in an Arcadian village with a ramshackle diner - with perhaps a buffalo farm thrown in for good measure. The way I see it, you only have one life to live, and you shouldn't spend more of it on the New Jersey Turnpike than you have to. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 07:44:33 -0800 From: John Bolhuis <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Joe Queenan in NY Times on the NJ Turnpike (OT) Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On Mon, Mar 07, 2005 at 11:43:30PM -0500, Dennis Liu wrote: > The Road to Nowhere > By JOE QUEENAN ... > Those who can find it in themselves to venture off the Turnpike and > explore alternate routes across the state will not find themselves > unrewarded. ... How transparent can this guy be? He admits that he'll be travelling to Philly often and then concocts some smart sounding reasons with a lot of five dollar words to keep everyone but him off the turnpike. feh. -- "It is an honor to be Cookie Monster." -Sesame Street spokeswoman Audrey Shapiro ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 08 Mar 2005 00:21:32 -0800 From: JKerouac <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "[uucdigest]" <[email protected]>, bmw digest <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: blinking ABS light Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> A new show of appreciation from 'Jack for his new battery is to blink the ASC light at me evenly off and on at 2/3+ throttle from above about 75mph, but on full throttle the light usually doesn't flash, and if I ease up on the throttle the flashing stops. Any suggestions? tia, Barry ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 09:11:10 -0500 From: "Gary Derian" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "JKerouac" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "[uucdigest]" <[email protected]>, "bmw digest" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: Re: blinking ABS light Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Put a piece of 2x4 under the gas pedal. Gary Derian >A new show of appreciation from 'Jack for his new battery is to blink > the ASC light at me evenly off and on at 2/3+ throttle from above about > 75mph, but on full throttle the light usually doesn't flash, and if I > ease up on the throttle the flashing stops. > Any suggestions? > tia, > Barry ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 11:44:05 -0600 (CST) From: "Kevin Jay (Mr.Fabulous)" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: <misc> urethane RTABs and road noise Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Replaced my badly cupped rear tires recently, and went for my first ride last night. Very interesting listening to the car (windows closed) without all that tire noise. Now I hear a buzz of sorts... hard to explain. But I'm wondering if the source of this might be my new urethane RTABs? Should I expect a raised level of cabin noise when using urethane RTABs? - Kevin Jay '96 328is, 93K, liking urethane RTABs less and less with each passing day ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 10:50:18 -0800 From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [email protected] Subject: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> I assume these are the "batwings" referred to in previous discussions. How are these fastened to the underside of the splitter? I see holes in the extensions of the air dam but no quick nuts and no threaded holes in the ABS. Also, while I'm at it, I noticed to the sides of the bumper shocks are some rubber "flaps" with the quick nuts on them. What attaches to these? This car did not have the full under engine shield which I assume came off with the previous owner. Did the shield bend up this high to attach to these flaps? Also what is the sensor (looks like a pressure) on the passenger side brake duct? Thanks- KeViN ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 13:08:31 -0600 From: Scott Staewen <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "[EMAIL PROTECTED]" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Cc: [email protected] Subject: Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> I don't have answers to any of your other questions, and may be wrong about the sensor, but fwiw, on the E39 the ambient temperature sensor is in that location. Scott On Tue, 8 Mar 2005 10:50:18 -0800, [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Also what is the sensor (looks like a pressure) on the passenger side brake > duct? > > Thanks- KeViN > ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 08 Mar 2005 11:12:32 -0800 From: Greg Cagle <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> This is correct on the E36 as well. - Greg Scott Staewen wrote: > I don't have answers to any of your other questions, and may be wrong > about the sensor, but fwiw, on the E39 the ambient temperature sensor > is in that location. > Scott > > > On Tue, 8 Mar 2005 10:50:18 -0800, [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > wrote: > > >>Also what is the sensor (looks like a pressure) on the passenger side brake >>duct? >> >>Thanks- KeViN >> > > Search the ARCHIVES:http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected] > > > __________________________________________________________________________ > In memory of Michel Potheau - friend, enthusiast, founder of the BMW CCA. > > UUC Motorwerks - BMW Performance Fine-tuning and home of the Ultimate > Short Shifter - accept no substitutes! > 908-874-9092 . http://www.uucmotorwerks.com > > > -- Greg Cagle gregc at gregcagle dot com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 14:49:04 -0500 From: "KMS- Brett Anderson" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "UUC Digest" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: <E36> Air Damn Extensions Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> If you're talking about the M3 version of the "pork chop", several of the mounting points use plastic expanding rivets, rather than screws. The "flaps" that you see are the remnants of the vertical shroud sections. The lower engine bay shield used to bolt to those vertical pieces, which failed and allowed the lower shield to disappear down the road. There is an updated version that attaches directly to the frame rails. The vertical pieces require the bumper be removed in order to install. The right side sensor is an ambient air temperature sensor for your heated washer jets. Brett Anderson KMS > -----Original Message----- > I assume these are the "batwings" referred to in previous discussions. How > are these fastened to the underside of the splitter? I see holes in the > extensions of the air dam but no quick nuts and no threaded holes in the > ABS. > > Also, while I'm at it, I noticed to the sides of the bumper > shocks are some > rubber "flaps" with the quick nuts on them. What attaches to these? This > car did not have the full under engine shield which I assume came off with > the previous owner. Did the shield bend up this high to attach to these > flaps? > > Also what is the sensor (looks like a pressure) on the passenger > side brake > duct? ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 11:59:27 -0800 From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [email protected] Subject: <e36> Tranny Lube Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Is MTL (Redline) an OK replacement for the tranny lube (1999 M3) or just go with the Redline ATF? I also plan to use the LubroMoly MoS2. -Kevin ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 12:06:58 -0800 (PST) From: "Jim Bassett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: <e36> Tranny Lube Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On Tue, March 8, 2005 11:59 am, [EMAIL PROTECTED] said: > Is MTL (Redline) an OK replacement for the tranny lube (1999 M3) or just > go with the Redline ATF? I also plan to use the LubroMoly MoS2. Red Line D4 ATF. No additives required, IMNSHO. Jim Bassett 1998 M3/4 1993 325is #44 JP ------------------------------ End of [bmwuucdigest] digest(15 messages) **********
