| A few weeks late, but here never-the-less. Since Bernie was too busy getting married this same weekend, Jim was forced to call on me to break bolts loose, squeeze my small hands into those hard-to-reach places, listen to his witty claims (I want to do Mike Smith), keep track of the nuts and bolts, and wipe up the grease. I try to get up at 3 so I can leave by 3:30. At 4:30 I roll out of bed, toast a bagel, and get on the road. Start time: 4:45am from San Jose. The Z loves the cool morning weather, and I zip down 101S to 152 which takes me to the bulk of my trip on I5S. A Toyota Celica quickly learns that this is not the non-turbo version of the Z32: 
I call all my east-coast friends minus the NoVA crew, since they seem to forget so often about the 3-hour time difference between NJ/FL and CA. A few hours later, the sun shines on the cows and the darkness of Z: 
The trek up and over the hill (Grapevine) before entering LA County: 
9:30am: I arrive, and we push Jim's Z into the garage. 
I'm starving at this point, so while Jim's mom offers to make breakfast (Score!), we pull off everything we think will make the job easy: 
Jim made this super board with approximately 1500 slots for nuts and bolts. He figured, and I agreed, this would be easier than labeling baggies. We kept a log for each stored part: 
Time goes by quickly when you're not working hard. Fast-forward to 10pm when we start again. You know what time it is now: 
Now the real progress begins. Off comes the exhaust: 
And we call it a night. We start at the crack of dawn Sunday morning. Before breakfast, the driveshaft falls: 
And out comes the transmission (I apologize that Jim's arm isn't as sweet to the eye as Ashley's tranny-pull pic): 
We chain her up: 
The engine is out. I'm clearly slacking on my job, as Jim is greasy and I'm nearly fresh out of the shower: 
A job well done! This post is useless without in-the-engine-bay pictures: 
I pack my bag, and we put Jim's Z to rest until she's freshened up: 
The lights over beautiful SoCal: 
I wonder what the "no people on wing" picture has to do with the bomb picture next to it as I take the long 1hr flight back home: 
The lights over San Jose welcome me a mere 53 minutes later: 
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Weekend at Bernie's, err, Jim's. - 
