-This was featured in the July issue of 2010. For those who aren't familiar with this mag
(http://www.autorestorermagazine.com/ar/), Auto Restorer is a low budget
monthly periodical that is geared towards the old school domestic
crowd. It's filled with wonderful how to's, tips, tricks, and other
such information. Anyways, my article is slated for a series they have
been running called "Gearheads Under 30", where young mechanics submit
bios and pictures of their work. I hope you
enjoy this article. Huge thanks to Jason Simons for his tireless assistance with the editing!
Before
I tell you about myself I would like to take a few moments to introduce
you to my car—she is far more important anyhow; without her I am but a
lowly ape that happens to possess a modest tool collection. How does one
begin to describe the enigma known as the Toyota MR2? Well, one way to
start is by examining the specs and history of the vehicle. There are
three main generations of the MR2, but we will focus primarily on the
first, also known under chassis code “AW11,” as that is what I have my
current love affair with. Back in the mid ‘70s Toyota decided to
undertake a project that would result in providing for the “average
driver” a car that is both fun to drive and economical. Apparently the
initial vision was nothing resembling a sports car or mid-engine
chassis. But after three years of design and experimentation with
engine placement it was determined by Toyota’s Research &
Development that the most desirable power plant location for
near-perfect weight distribution was mid-ship and transversely mounted.
From this base model concept, the evolution into quasi sports car was
inevitable. The MR’s fate was sealed when Toyota elected Lotus to
design and tune the suspension and chassis, and Yamaha to blueprint the
cylinder heads. Additionally, it didn’t help that countless hours of
extensive testing were spent on real-world tracks, such as Willow
Springs Raceway, with professional drivers like Dan Gurney behind the
wheel. Finally, in the spring of 1984, history was made and the first
mass-produced, “mid-engine, rear wheel drive, two-seater” was unveiled
to the world. It was welcomed with open arms by the driving community,
and received rave reviews from many esteemed publications. Car and
Driver Magazine considered the Toyota MR2 as worthy enough to be listed
on its 10 Best for 1986 and 1987. In 1986 the magazine stated, “Any car
with a higher fun-per-dollar quotient would never be allowed by the
IRS.” The TV show Top Gear rated the “Mister Two” as number 11 out of
152 models reviewed via their “Top Gear Survey”. Automobile Magazine
was impressed enough with Toyota’s introduction of the mid-ship runabout
to feature it on the cover of its inaugural issue– facing off against a
Ferrari 308GTBi! The magazine’s website states that their owner, David
E. Davis, Jr., was quoted as saying, “God help the Italians if the
Japanese ever decide to build supercars." I wonder what Mr. Davis
thought of the Honda NSX when it debuted in 1990!
So
let’s crunch the numbers. The curb weight of a fully-optioned AW11 is a
mere 2400 pounds. The engine powering this featherweight is the
legendary 4AGE, which at the time of the MR2’s induction had already
built a reputation for versatility, strength, and efficiency through its
employment in the Corolla chassis. It is an inline, four-cylinder,
iron block, dual overhead cam, and 1.6 liter: offering several
variations in head and intake design and featuring Bosch L-Jetronic fuel
injection and variable intake geometry (TVIS). It was an incredibly
revolutionary economy engine, as it was one of the first mass production
motors to feature dual overhead camshafts and four valves per cylinder.
Yamaha’s ingenious abilities with head design explain the 4A’s
capacity to maintain ruthless efficiency and performance throughout the
entire powerband. The US version is rated at 112hp @ 6600RPM’s and 97
ft-lbs of torque @ 4800. A super charged version provided a bit more
pack in its punch, offering about 140HP and 109ft-lbs. Though such
outputs for a 1.6 liter are impressive, specs like these for a “sports
car” seem dismally low. But when you examine the data collected by Road
& Track magazine during their trial run of the AW in November
of 1984, you may think twice about these unassuming road warriors. Upon
testing, R &T found the power to weight ratio to be 0.116, or
about the equivalent of a 1954 Corvette Convertible. Additionally, it
rated 0.84g of lateral acceleration on the skid pad, right on up there
with the BMW M3. Add that to the fact that the engine’s stock redline
is about 7500RPM’s, and you have one rev-happy, responsive little
mid-engine that could. At stock setup these cars aren’t preferential
for going straight, but take one for a day of auto crossing at the track
or a cruise through the mountains and you will appreciate the
enthusiasm displayed by just about any professional who is given the
keys.
Thus the Mister Two has developed a bit of a
cult following over the years. Examine its inexpensive initial cost,
well-supported aftermarket, rock solid reliability, simple design, and
addictive personality, and you can see how such a car would be
attractive to a gearhead under thirty. I know many readers of this fine
periodical don’t care much for Japanese makes. I myself love good ole
American muscle, especially the less common makes like those of AMC and
Mopar; it’s what I was raised on (my first love as a little girl was a
1969 Mustang Convertible). There is definitely no replacement for
displacement. Eventually I will have my Challenger T/A, my AMX, and my
Chevelle, but they are just too expensive for me to own at this point in
my life. So, like many of my fellow youth, the Japanese car scene
offers me more bang for my buck. At first it was just a substitute for
the more costly makes. Had it not been for a mere twist of fate I may
never have entered this world. I discovered MR2’s the same way many in
the community have: by accident and sheer, dumb luck. Several years
back I found myself looking for a reliable four cylinder for a daily
driver after prematurely killing my 1991 Toyota Pick-Up (story for
another time). I was by no means looking for a sports or performance
car. But when I came upon a Crimson Red, second generation MR2, with
T-Tops and “For Sale” signs right up the street from my house, I was
intrigued and stopped to look. I had always admired MR2’s from afar,
but never seriously considered owning one. Before I could get too much
drool on her, the owners came out and offered me a test drive.
Unwittingly I accepted, got into the drivers’ seat, started the car, and
instantly fell in love with the sensation of the engine purring to life
behind me. I could feel it mumbling sweet nothings to me through the
back of the seat, muttering tales of apexes and canyon roads, enticing
me to push harder, begging to be tested. I put the transmission into
gear and never looked back. What started off as a “temporary”
relationship has grown into a full-on obsession with pre-OBDII Japanese
cars. I am now on my second MR2. I restored the 1991 T-Top and sold it
to a fellow enthusiast up north. My current project is a 1987 hardtop
with bare bones options that I rescued from a kid in the LA area. She
was in terrible shape, but hardtops with manual transmissions, steering,
and doors are rare. So when the VIN came back clean I was ecstatic to
tow her home. She probably weighs less than 2200 pounds soaking wet.
I am totally in love with the car and am enjoying the heck out of
restoring her. My long-term plans are to make her a track toy, but
since I am working on a starving artist’s budget I am focusing on just
getting her in safe, running condition and cleaned up for the time
being. I have gotten a pretty good start and am quite close to getting
her back on the street. Thus far I have cleaned up the suspension,
overhauled the brakes, rebuilt the master cylinders, replaced the engine
with a freshened-up stronger 4A, replaced all the hoses in the engine
bay, replaced all the filters and fluids, relocated the battery from the
engine bay to the trunk, and started the process of cleaning up the
paint and body. If all goes well, by the time you are reading this,
“Mary” and I will be enjoying the view from one of our favorite
mountaintops.
So who am I? Well I’ll tell you who
I’m not: I’m not a “ricer.” People often assume that because I like
Japanese cars I like “rice rockets.” They are two very different kinds
of car. To sum it up, rice rockets are “all show, no go.” Personally, I
use the phrase to describe any cheesy or over-the-top auto
craftsmanship in general, not limiting it just to the brand. Unlike
most young enthusiasts, those you may know as the “rice rocket” owners,
this mechanic has been educated by mentors with racing and hot rod
backgrounds. Mentors that preach meticulous attention to detail, doing
things right the first time, planning and foresight, layout, knowing
your roots, and keeping up with resources like Auto Restorer. I have
had the privilege of working with crew chiefs who tune suspensions
without computers or lasers, and the honor of apprenticing under
fabricators who still make everything by hand. I have borne witness to
dying arts like “lead filling.” These are experiences that cannot be
bought, comprising of knowledge that cannot be sold. I carry this
wealth of information with me like the most precious of gems, forever
searching for more to add to the collection. My tireless curiosity and
the desire to always improve myself and grow as a person are some of the
reasons why I enjoy turning wrenches. Another example of why I like
working on cars, especially the ones that require restoration, is the
sense of patience one gains. The second you allow your emotions to get
control of a situation, you have lost. Learning to be in command of
your mental state is invaluable, be it under a car, behind the wheel, or
in any other aspect of life.
Lastly, I am passionate
about cars and motor sports because, well, I just… really, really love
them! Cars are my life. The enamor I have for them is hard to explain
to those who do not share it. The subject is always on my mind in some
form, warping my beliefs, mindsets, and topics of conversation.
Something about turning wrenches is incredibly therapeutic. If I go
more than a few days without it, I get this itch in my soul that can
only be soothed by getting my hands dirty. Whenever I feel restless or
need a quiet place to think I seek the quiet meditation of the drivers’
seat. I savor the sights, sounds, smells, and textures of all things
automotive: high-octane fuel, throaty exhausts, Brakleen, smoking
tires, Loctite. I dream of apexes, drag-strip trees, and circle-track
“marbles.” Encountering any such stimuli immediately sends me floating
on an ephemeral wave of euphoric delirium. I am enamored by
well-managed fabrication, the insanity of Sprint cars, and the beauty of
a finely-laid TIG bead. I acknowledge that I am doomed to spend mass
amounts of money on high-quality tools and OEM parts for as long as I
live…
In short, I am a gearhead; I also just so happen to be female.
Often
I am asked how I got into cars. Last time I checked we all get in the
same way: through the door! My apologies, you will find that I am a
bit of a “smart Alec,” though I have come to find that many mechanics
are. I mean it all in good fun! To address the question, my father
was one of my biggest influences. I am the oldest of three girls and so
I was the designated Flashlight Holder and Brake Bleeder Assistant. He and my mother
focused on and fed my love of science, insatiable desire to understand
how things work, and always told me I could do anything I wanted
regardless of gender or any other reason. Throughout grade school I
dreamed of being an astronaut or forensic scientist, but as I grew older
I realized my constant need for stimulation could never be met in a
lab. After leaving high school early I did what you are “supposed to
do” and started college coursework, but I struggled to find a field I
could envision being actively involved with on a day to day basis for
the rest of my working life. Around this same time an ex boyfriend of
mine & Honda CRX enthusiast exposed me to the import tuning world, which
was the initial spark in my current fanaticism. After a few years of my
continued on again/off again love affair with college, I chose to
attend Universal Technical Institute in 2006, where my addiction was fully unleashed, and the rest is history. Plus, I loathe desk jobs or places of
employment where you have to “look busy” and deal with eight levels of
management. I can’t deal with that. I may be young but I started
working at 15 and have held all levels of corporate positions and they
always, always motivate me to crave something more creative and less
mundane. That’s one of the many reasons why I have never worked for a
dealership. I am not here to badmouth anyone or say anything negative.
I’m just saying that type of environment is not for me. I have no
desire to work as a “tech,” making flag rate and fighting others for the
gravy. I much prefer the freedom and creativity of racing or
restoration. Today’s unstable world and turbulent economy makes pursuit
of such careers seem futile. People under 30 are some of the hardest
hit by the recession. As I write this the unemployment rate for the 16 -
24 age bracket hovers around 40 to 50%, depending on which source you
use. But I have plans, dreams, and goals that I’m unwilling to give up
on without a fight. I feel the youth of today could ensure their
long-term survival as well as aid in the revitalization of the financial
system if we proactively participate in finding solutions through the
use of our skills, talents, and creativity. The spirits of entrepreneurship and exploration are part of what this great country
was founded upon. Now more than ever we, as American citizens, need to
get back in touch with our roots. I may be running a miniscule
operation out of my garage today, but who knows what tomorrow will
bring? If I stay focused and dedicated the possibilities are limitless,
and it doesn’t get much more American than that.
