(A special guest column by Hydra and Cammie, the Lifter Sisterz.)
[Get the latest “Truth With Speedzzter” here]
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] If you missed our first two appearances on “Truth With Speedzzter,” our wonderful friend Speedzzter asked us – Hydra and Cammie, the Lifter Sisterz -- to provide a “second opinion” on some of the gibberish that passes for advice in the syndicated Car Talk column by National Public Radio’s idea of a couple of gearheads, Tom and Ray Magliozzi, a/k/a “Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers...
CAMMIE: WAIT! Do you have to start with that every week? Surely everyone in America knows who the Lifter Sisterz are by now. And what’s with that “[Sent via iPhone]” business?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Uh . . . this blog isn’t exactly that dead Spanish Granny’s blog or “Autoblog” or the “Truth About Cars” . . . There’s probably only about five people who aren’t lawyers for NPR, Click-n-Clack, or Ford that read this thing . . . .
CAMMIE: You mean that Obama’s not following us on Twitter . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] You TWIT! This isn’t Twitter . . . on there, you’d have to say stuff in about a sentence and that’d make you explode . . .
CAMMIE: So you’re saying that “our wonderful friend Speedzzter” didn’t really give us much of a gig?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] No. I’m just saying that you’ve got to start small. You think that Tom and Ray Magliozzi started out in 500 newspapers and on National radio?
CAMMIE: Whooptie-do, who listens to NPR? NOW WHAT’S THIS “[Sent via iPhone]” thingie?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Well, we agreed that I didn’t have to come in to do this column, so I’m “iPhoning” it in on the way back to Indy for the 500 . . .
CAMMIE: WHAT! You’re supposed to run the wrecker this weekend!
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Well, technically I am. I’m driving it right now. . . .
CAMMIE: So how are we going to rescue all of the bad-driving picknickers on Memorial Day Weekend? Who’s going to tow in the impounds from the drunk busts? How are we going to jump-start all of the minivans full of kids on the way to grandmas house for the holiday? Do you expect me to do it all with my 725-horse Shelby GT500?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] It’s a holiday weekend . . . Shouldn’t I get a three-day weekend off, too? I’ll be back by Tuesday . . .
CAMMIE: TUESDAY! You’ve pulled some harebrained stunts before, but this! . . . Not even a REAL NATURAL BLONDE would do something this stupid. It must be the hair bleach. It’s a good thing I’m into “turning the other cheek” and all that other New Testament stuff, or I’d have to hop into my 725-horse Shelby GT500 and race up to Indy just to whoop you.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] BRING IT ON, ANYTIME! You’d just better be glad that I’m not there right now or they might be havin’ a memorial for your face on Memorial Day . . .
Let’s get down to the second opinion because I’m about to stop at the Flying J to grab a snack and flirt with some cute truckers . . . .
CAMMIE: You have no shame. You’d probably even “flirt” with a brainless choade like Keith Obermann.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Oh yeah! Hubba, Hubba! He’s F-I-N-E FINE. . . so long as he keeps his fat, bedwetting liberal mouth shut! In fact, the best way to watch anything on MS/NBC is with the sound off.
CAMMIE: I’d rather sit on a cactus than watch Obermann, even with the sound off. He ought to retire the title of “the worst person in the world” on himself. And that Rachel Maddow . . . she’s crazy butch . . . you ought to send her one of your wigs.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] I oughta split your wig, Miss Support Hose!
CAMMIE: Stick and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me . . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Let’s just hurry up . . . my exit’s coming up and I’ve been talking on the CB with a hot sounding hunk known as “the Love Magnet” . . .
CAMMIE: (under her breath) I hope he doesn’t stick to the plate in your head . . .
You’re texting and talking on the CB at the same time!
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Yeah, I can multi-task. I’m touching up my make-up right now . . . .
CAMMIE: More like caking on the Bondo . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Oh you’re beggin’ for a little “stimulus package” up-side the head, Miss Pelosi.
CAMMIE: Now that hurt! Comparing me to that wrinkly, brainless old hag, “San Fran Nan.” You apologize right now!
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Hummmph!
Anyhoo, Tom and Ray didn’t leave us with much this week . . . they must be startin’ the holiday early. Just some dumb “bar bet” question about whether a hummingbird inside your car would crash into the windshield if you slammed on the brakes . . .
CAMMIE: Apparently the dude that sent that one in didn’t notice that the air inside his wimpy little P.C. hybrid isn’t blowing through at “highway speed.” I’d be more worried about bird poop getting all over the Alcantara leather in my 725-horse Shelby GT500 . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Enough already! Everybody already knows that you’ve got a Shelby. And why do you think that the dude is a wimp with a hybrid?
CAMMIE: He must have a Prius or some other hybrid if he’s so board behind the wheel that he’s thinking up little “Mr. Science Guy” projects like that. And I mean if he’d ever heard Earnhardt explain drafting on a NASCAR telecast, he’d have already been able to answer his own dumb question. That tells me right there he’s wimp. Besides, he wrote into the Click and Clack, didn’t he?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Good point! Alright, then let’s try the other question . . . It was something about starting in second gear . . . .
CAMMIE: Let’s get it on! A husband named “Jeff” . . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] No commentary about “what kind of a name is that?”
CAMMIE: Nope. Jeff’s a real man’s name. Solid. American.
So Jeff bought his wife a 5-Speed Saturn Vue. . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Isn’t “The View” that shrill TV talk show with “Bar Bar Wa Wa” and a bunch of obnoxious, bra-burning liberal broads . . . .
CAMMIE: More like fat-burning . . . What about Elizabeth Hasselbeck! She’s about the only one on “The View” who knows what she’s talking about.
But the Vue we’re talking about is some ugly little SUV. And because Wifey's Pa told her that starting off in second is “better for the car,” Jeff’s home squeeze flogs that little SUV off the line in second.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] I’ll bet that’s thrilling. The only “Vue” of the folks behind her is this hideous, glacially-moving metal box blocking the lane. The rings aroung Saturn is everybody passing her. I wonder if she's got one of those slow moving vehicle triangles off of a tractor . . .
CAMMIE: Well, she’s not really going to be pounding out 60-foot times in a Vue under any conditions. She sure ain’t no Ronnie “Mr. Four Speed” Sox!
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Yeah, if Husband Jeff really loved her, he’d score her a Hemi Magnum wagon or something hotter than a “Vue” to haul his little spawn to little league practice.
CAMMIE: You’ve got that right! A Vue is really a super-wussmobile. But at least he got her the stick shift model.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] Not that Mrs. Jeff has a clue of what to do with it! Anyhoo, Click-n-Clack made a few jokes and told Jeff that first gear was necessary for starting to save the clutch.
CAMMIE: That’s it?
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] What! Do I need to repeat myself?
CAMMIE: I’m totally underwhelmed. That’s not much to work with this week.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] I know. Well I’ve got to say that if Mrs. Jeff’s Pappy told her to start out in second, she was probably learning to row the gears in a farm truck , or a tractor, or starting out on the ice.
CAMMIE: Yeah, trucks like our wrecker have a “granny” first that you can skip under most conditions, unless you’ve got a load.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] But most recent truck transmissions mark “granny” as “L” instead of first.
CAMMIE: Yeah, and if you start out in Granny, you almost fly into the windshield like that hummingbird at six m.p.h. or so when the engine hits the rev limiter . . .
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] But if you’ve got enough torque and a serious set of final drive gears, starting out in second is about like starting out in first in a car with “Bonneville” gears.
CAMMIE: That’s right. I had an old GTO once that somebody apparently had put in a set of 2.73:1 rear cogs way back during the Iranian Hostage Crisis. With a 2.20:1 first, that made for a doggy 6.06:1 final drive ratio in first. You didn’t start out very well in second in that one, even with over 400 lbs/ft of torque!
But then if you have a decent set of rear gears, like some 4.56:1s, and a modern overdrive transmission, like a Tremec TKO 600, your final drive ratio in first could be something more like a bumper-dragging 13:1 and you could easily skip first with a V8 if you’re just making an economy run to the convenience store.
And as anybody with “skip-shift” T56-equipped Camaro already knows, you get the best fuel economy getting into a higher gear sooner at part throttle. Pulling taller gears cuts pumping losses because the throttle is open wider.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] 4.56s with a TKO 600 sounds like way too much gear to me. 10:1 is a decent overall first gear ratio for most supercars. The overall first gear ratio in a Dodge Viper is about 8.2:1 if memory serves. And of course, under low traction conditions, starting out in second may be necessary to “hook” to the track or street.
But what does all of that have to do with a short bus like a Saturn Vue? Doesn’t that rig have about 2 lbs/ft of torque? You’d probably have to ride the clutch like Jan and Dean in “Shut Down” to get it to move out at all in second.
CAMMIE: I thought the Beach Boys did "Shut Down." But, Click and Clack pretty much got it right this time. The key is to short shift first and keep the revs down if you want to run cheap and slow.
HYDRA: [Sent via iPhone] No, both Jan and Dean and the Beach Boys recorded "Shut Down." It was that good.
A better idea is to dump the Vue before the clutch is fried and put Mrs. Jeff in something that has an automatic and some serious muscle. Maybe then she’ll forget about what she learned from Daddy in the farm truck and whip those kiddies to ballet practice in record time.
Uh, Oh! Here’s my exit . . . Gotta go . . . VIVA INDIANAPOLIS 500!
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright,
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home. . . .
CAMMIE: Well then . . . I guess to sum it up, if you’re going to whip around in a horrible rolling chicane like a Saturn Vue, then try not to block so much traffic by starting out in FIRST GEAR, and not in the deuce cog.
But then Mrs. Jeff probably has no business with a manual until she understands motoring a little better. Maybe an SRT-8 Jeep® would help her match up her need for a high-riding SUV with her dodgy gearjaming skills.
My Sister’s AWOL, so for Hydra and Cammie, the Lifter Sisterz, keep your slicks a spinning!
Labels: Indianapolis 500, Saturn, T56, The Lifter Sisterz, TKO 600, Viper


