So on the way to lunch today, I grabbed a handful of throttle. Not noticing Gwinnett's finest sitting there, well he pulled out behind me. So I hit 85 north with a quickness. I ended up losing him. I get a mile from the house and my bottom end starts to clatter like hell. So I limped it home. Tore the heads and the jugs off tonight all that looks good. Smells like burnt dog shit so I am pretty sure it is a bearing. Anyways all in all its time to go big, thinking 96 or 103. The 88 lasted for close to 55000 miles, long hard miles so no complaints out of me.
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Going big or going home...
staying home and going big... I think?
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