Ladies and Gentlehoons, please allow me to introduce you to my rad red road-trippin’ machine; the 1972 Datsun 240Z. She’s 40 years young, has a slick slather of paint, solid rubber under her feet, and an upgraded engine. Hopefully, she’s up for a 3000-plus-mile jaunt across the country.
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The car looks great on the outside. There’s no rust to be found, and the only blemish is one tiny bubble of paint on the front right fender. The black wheels could be an inch bigger, but they fit the car nicely, and look rather nice in contrast to the red skin.
Under the hood, the engine compartment is clean, and the idle is delightfully lumpy thanks to a hotter cam. An aluminum radiator should help keep things cool on my journey, and the aluminum flywheel plucked from a 280Z should keep the motor happy to rev.
Inside, this 240Z is in sharp shape. The seats aren’t excessively worn and remain quite comfortable, which is welcome since my butt is accustomed to modern machines plucked from the press fleets. The gauges all work. Shift action is tight, and the throws are short thanks to an installed kit. Clutch take-up is smooth, but the car grabs a bit early. It’s eager to run. Additionally, this is my first experience driving a car with a manual choke sitting in the center console.
The car heads into the shop on Tuesday for a thorough look through. The mechanic will take a gander at any pieces that could cause concern for someone about to set off on a long trip. I expect there to be no major issues, and the car will also get an oil change while it’s up on the lift.
After that, the plan is to hit the road on Saturday the 28th of
June July. I’m sticking with the southern route, and I’ve given myself an extra day to take in the sights. I originally planned on leaving on the following Sunday… but that’s stupid, and the call of the open road waits for no one.
Stay tuned for more as the Datsun Drive unfolds.