My weekend review.
Did a two laps around Stanley Park (not the Seawall – fuck that shit.) This was my worst ride to date. I was physically ill-prepared and needed time to recover. Long story short – while not achieving my maximum heart rate, my body was aching and the lactic acid was burning full strength from the moment I left the house to the very moment I got home. Regardless, Stanley Park is a great ride and something to aspire to. I love that hill climb up Prospect Point. The reward is amazing, especially the downhill stint.
Who is the gangster in the picture, you ask? He was a real monster who destroyed the hill up to Prospect Point in no time.
Gene Coffee Bar. Kendall did not serve us despite the receipt. Farm folk. City folk.
Alphamale helped me out with the E36. He swapped out the old oxygen sensors which were, by the way, original as far as we can tell based on the etching on the sensor itself. I replaced them with the aftermarket NTK sensor which interestingly enough was the OE manufacturer for BMW, who in turn, asked Siemens to build but contracted to NTK/NGK for final production. Lulz. Car drives like new again. So smooth. Thanks to Doug Vetter for the comprehensive DIY guide.
And finally, he swapped out the old climate control final stage unit (aka hedgehog.)
Lesson learned – Gotta give myself time to properly recover before I hurt myself again.
Send them to:
Stay hydrated and put on that sunscreen