Thus is the tale of my rear motor mount.
Last Friday, a dude where I work who I used to talk about cars with decided to quit our company. The guy was pretty cool, but I know he really hated the computer company where we work. When he quit, he did it by sending an e-mail to all employees stating that our boss, the owner, was basically a complete ******* moron with the intellect of a small mammal, doesn't understand something as basic as routing, and various other insults including a reference to lobotomy. The crowning thesis was that everyone hates him, and he meddles with otherwise complete projects and turns them to s***.
The reaction was mixed. A few people thought it was the coolest thing they had ever seen (and are since gone), others thought it was funny (and terrible), but were wary that this guy whose known for having a temper would lose it. MANY people forwarded this e-mail, as in "Oh my god, look at this!" I forwarded it to my wife.
On Monday, when big boss got back from being away on business, every person who had forwarded the e-mail was marched into big boss's office and was told either write a letter of apology, or a letter of resignation. Felt like school detention, or a diagnosis of gonorrhea, perhaps a bit of both. The letter had to be handwritten as well, and when delivered the next day, big boss read it right in front of us as we sat on the hot seat.
The irony is, whereas most of us didn't feel the original letter was appropriate, being publicly and privately shamed has hurt morale more than anything else, and just about confirms everything written. Don't managers read The Prince or the Book of Five Rings anymore?
So anyway, while on my day of compulsory "vacation" (without pay), I received my new TRZ Rear Motor Mount!
Oh my god did I need it. Got that puppy in, and it's sheer joy. The bolts were a b**** to crack, I had to use a ball peen hammer to break the seal and get them off. Once the original MM bolts were out, I was surprised I was able to he-man the transmission around to get the old mount off, get the dogbone in, and get the bolts back on with loctite.
The difference is night and day, the vibes are really, really awesome. They're hardly noticeable at idle (says the man with a 12" woofer), but they envelop you when coming out of first, and at all low RPMs. Utter beast mode. Like the brookstone massage chair and a rollercoaster dancing through your feet. This is my first real performance mod, and I'm glad I did it before others, because it really feels like I already found hidden torque and HP. I don't want to repeat other reviews anymore, but I will mention a little known effect that sixth gear on the interstate has a LOT more punch now; the dogbone makes it perform more like fifth usually does, all with good vibrations...
So when I come home from work, rather then mope or piss money away on bad food, I take Pearl (my MS3) out, and let the vibes wash me away...
Thanks PG and TRZ!
And to all a good night.
Except big boss and his lobotomy.
Last Friday, a dude where I work who I used to talk about cars with decided to quit our company. The guy was pretty cool, but I know he really hated the computer company where we work. When he quit, he did it by sending an e-mail to all employees stating that our boss, the owner, was basically a complete ******* moron with the intellect of a small mammal, doesn't understand something as basic as routing, and various other insults including a reference to lobotomy. The crowning thesis was that everyone hates him, and he meddles with otherwise complete projects and turns them to s***.
The reaction was mixed. A few people thought it was the coolest thing they had ever seen (and are since gone), others thought it was funny (and terrible), but were wary that this guy whose known for having a temper would lose it. MANY people forwarded this e-mail, as in "Oh my god, look at this!" I forwarded it to my wife.
On Monday, when big boss got back from being away on business, every person who had forwarded the e-mail was marched into big boss's office and was told either write a letter of apology, or a letter of resignation. Felt like school detention, or a diagnosis of gonorrhea, perhaps a bit of both. The letter had to be handwritten as well, and when delivered the next day, big boss read it right in front of us as we sat on the hot seat.
The irony is, whereas most of us didn't feel the original letter was appropriate, being publicly and privately shamed has hurt morale more than anything else, and just about confirms everything written. Don't managers read The Prince or the Book of Five Rings anymore?
So anyway, while on my day of compulsory "vacation" (without pay), I received my new TRZ Rear Motor Mount!
Oh my god did I need it. Got that puppy in, and it's sheer joy. The bolts were a b**** to crack, I had to use a ball peen hammer to break the seal and get them off. Once the original MM bolts were out, I was surprised I was able to he-man the transmission around to get the old mount off, get the dogbone in, and get the bolts back on with loctite.
The difference is night and day, the vibes are really, really awesome. They're hardly noticeable at idle (says the man with a 12" woofer), but they envelop you when coming out of first, and at all low RPMs. Utter beast mode. Like the brookstone massage chair and a rollercoaster dancing through your feet. This is my first real performance mod, and I'm glad I did it before others, because it really feels like I already found hidden torque and HP. I don't want to repeat other reviews anymore, but I will mention a little known effect that sixth gear on the interstate has a LOT more punch now; the dogbone makes it perform more like fifth usually does, all with good vibrations...
So when I come home from work, rather then mope or piss money away on bad food, I take Pearl (my MS3) out, and let the vibes wash me away...
Thanks PG and TRZ!
And to all a good night.
Except big boss and his lobotomy.
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