BigBalledOX
03-14-2008, 07:38 PM
I swear to god I'll never use a different exhaust than Magnaflow unless I have to. This isn't about my Cougar but about my LS. :biggrin:
So a guy on my Lincoln forum is going back to stock and looking to sell his car. Conveniently he has the exhaust and intake I'm desiring available for dirt-ass cheap compared to buying everything new, and conveniently for me I'm starting a new job in April where I'll be raking in the dinero, so I figured a little credit card debt wasn't the worst thing in the world. :)
I meet up with the guy at an exhaust shop in downtown Chicago, and we start chatting while they get our cars up on lifts and start the swap. He's a pretty cool guy and tells me how much he's gonna miss the car but he's had it for six years and is just ready to move on.
Anyways, the guys at the shop finish the swap of the exhausts and back the car out. The LS has a nice little rumble to it, still pretty quiet, but definitely noticeable, but then the guy revs the engine a bit and it just sounds sa-weet. :drool:
So I hop in the car and head back towards home. At part throttle the exhaust has this sweet, throaty tone, but inside the car at idle or cruise, its very subtle, which I love. But when I went WOT on the interstate on-ramp, I definitely got some nice mahogany going on - the sound was just GORGEOUS.
Since the time at the exhaust shop was a lot less than I anticipated, I decided to try to install my intake before heading to the tint shop. Its just a "short" ram intake . . . I put quotes around the word short because the '00-'02 LS's have the most retarded intake in the history of intakes, with the throttle body being located in the middle of the engine near the firewall and the intake tube running around the passenger side of the engine then coming across the front of the car with the air filter being on the driver's side of the car, so its definitely no "short" ram, but its the same basic principle.
Anyways, I get the intake in and start the car up and damn near nut my drawers. The car sounds GORGEOUS, with a nice little rumbly going on. Grinning ear to ear I rev it a little bit and get that wonderful sound of air being forcefully sucked in to the intake. My roommate, who was watching it to make sure everything was all good and that I didn't **** it all up during the install, said it was funny to see the filter move as I revved the engine and sucked in the air, saying it was very obvious it was doing its job. :biggrin:
Now if driving the car and getting in to the throttle a little with just the exhaust gave me wood, having the intake AND the exhaust gave me a six-foot erection with a giant cheeseburger on the end. I found myself hoping to catch more red lights just so I'd have an excuse to hear the car run through the gears. :biggrin:
Anyways, I got up to the interstate on-ramp and stopped at the red light, waiting to turn. In front of me and over a lane was a white del Sol with black wheels, lowered, and a wannabe carbon fiber hood, along with the requisite fart cannon. The light changed and I started moving forward, my lane moving quicker than the del Sol's.
Once on the ramp it merges from two lanes to one, and the del Sol, despite being behind me, didn't seem to want to let me merge in to a single-file line. Finally he relented from his douchebaggery and backed off enough for me to get in in front of him, but I had this sneaking suspicion he was going to try to blow right by me once we hit the interstate.
I saw him back off a little bit as we neared the end of the ramp and then (I asume) downshift so he could carry momentum right past me on to the interstate. But his puny four banger was no match for my V-8 . . . I floored and heard the GLORIOUS roar of my engine winding out to 6000 RPM's, being stunned by the crisp throttle response and the large increase in horsepower I'd picked up in the last few hours - the car felt like a completely different animal.
I got the car up to 80 and set the cruise, slid in to the middle lane and waited for what I knew was coming . . . and sure enough, just a few seconds later, going like a weed whacker on crystal meth, here comes del Sol boy, flying right by me for the requisite ricer flyby! Evidently there was also an RSX somewhere behind the del Sol and I because I got to double my pleasure when he went by a few seconds later with the same obnoxious fart cannon as the del Sol. :)
The rest of the journey to the tint place was pretty uneventful. On my way home though, I decided to run the car through a car wash and get gas since I wanted to take pictures of the car with the windows tinted and the car was filthy as hell. For no particular reason I went to the gas station closest to my home, and boy was I glad I did, because when I rolled in, I was treated to the sight of this . . .
http://www.newcougar.org/gallery/files/3/2/7/9/031408_161400.jpg
Yes boys and girls, that is a Lamborghini Gallardo nose to nose with a Range Rover - no idea which model but it had some RIDICULOUS wheels on it - with jumper cables running in between the cars. Your Lambo's not such hot **** when it don't run, is it buddy? :rofl: I only snapped one quick picture, I didn't want to be TOO much of a jackass, but I was quite pleased with myself when I slid back behind the wheel of my car and it started right up. :)
So a guy on my Lincoln forum is going back to stock and looking to sell his car. Conveniently he has the exhaust and intake I'm desiring available for dirt-ass cheap compared to buying everything new, and conveniently for me I'm starting a new job in April where I'll be raking in the dinero, so I figured a little credit card debt wasn't the worst thing in the world. :)
I meet up with the guy at an exhaust shop in downtown Chicago, and we start chatting while they get our cars up on lifts and start the swap. He's a pretty cool guy and tells me how much he's gonna miss the car but he's had it for six years and is just ready to move on.
Anyways, the guys at the shop finish the swap of the exhausts and back the car out. The LS has a nice little rumble to it, still pretty quiet, but definitely noticeable, but then the guy revs the engine a bit and it just sounds sa-weet. :drool:
So I hop in the car and head back towards home. At part throttle the exhaust has this sweet, throaty tone, but inside the car at idle or cruise, its very subtle, which I love. But when I went WOT on the interstate on-ramp, I definitely got some nice mahogany going on - the sound was just GORGEOUS.
Since the time at the exhaust shop was a lot less than I anticipated, I decided to try to install my intake before heading to the tint shop. Its just a "short" ram intake . . . I put quotes around the word short because the '00-'02 LS's have the most retarded intake in the history of intakes, with the throttle body being located in the middle of the engine near the firewall and the intake tube running around the passenger side of the engine then coming across the front of the car with the air filter being on the driver's side of the car, so its definitely no "short" ram, but its the same basic principle.
Anyways, I get the intake in and start the car up and damn near nut my drawers. The car sounds GORGEOUS, with a nice little rumbly going on. Grinning ear to ear I rev it a little bit and get that wonderful sound of air being forcefully sucked in to the intake. My roommate, who was watching it to make sure everything was all good and that I didn't **** it all up during the install, said it was funny to see the filter move as I revved the engine and sucked in the air, saying it was very obvious it was doing its job. :biggrin:
Now if driving the car and getting in to the throttle a little with just the exhaust gave me wood, having the intake AND the exhaust gave me a six-foot erection with a giant cheeseburger on the end. I found myself hoping to catch more red lights just so I'd have an excuse to hear the car run through the gears. :biggrin:
Anyways, I got up to the interstate on-ramp and stopped at the red light, waiting to turn. In front of me and over a lane was a white del Sol with black wheels, lowered, and a wannabe carbon fiber hood, along with the requisite fart cannon. The light changed and I started moving forward, my lane moving quicker than the del Sol's.
Once on the ramp it merges from two lanes to one, and the del Sol, despite being behind me, didn't seem to want to let me merge in to a single-file line. Finally he relented from his douchebaggery and backed off enough for me to get in in front of him, but I had this sneaking suspicion he was going to try to blow right by me once we hit the interstate.
I saw him back off a little bit as we neared the end of the ramp and then (I asume) downshift so he could carry momentum right past me on to the interstate. But his puny four banger was no match for my V-8 . . . I floored and heard the GLORIOUS roar of my engine winding out to 6000 RPM's, being stunned by the crisp throttle response and the large increase in horsepower I'd picked up in the last few hours - the car felt like a completely different animal.
I got the car up to 80 and set the cruise, slid in to the middle lane and waited for what I knew was coming . . . and sure enough, just a few seconds later, going like a weed whacker on crystal meth, here comes del Sol boy, flying right by me for the requisite ricer flyby! Evidently there was also an RSX somewhere behind the del Sol and I because I got to double my pleasure when he went by a few seconds later with the same obnoxious fart cannon as the del Sol. :)
The rest of the journey to the tint place was pretty uneventful. On my way home though, I decided to run the car through a car wash and get gas since I wanted to take pictures of the car with the windows tinted and the car was filthy as hell. For no particular reason I went to the gas station closest to my home, and boy was I glad I did, because when I rolled in, I was treated to the sight of this . . .
http://www.newcougar.org/gallery/files/3/2/7/9/031408_161400.jpg
Yes boys and girls, that is a Lamborghini Gallardo nose to nose with a Range Rover - no idea which model but it had some RIDICULOUS wheels on it - with jumper cables running in between the cars. Your Lambo's not such hot **** when it don't run, is it buddy? :rofl: I only snapped one quick picture, I didn't want to be TOO much of a jackass, but I was quite pleased with myself when I slid back behind the wheel of my car and it started right up. :)