Boards of Canada
Boards of Canada are a Scottish electronic music duo comprised of brothers Michael Sandison (b. 14 July 1971) and Marcus Eoin (Sandison) (b. 27 May 1973). They have released a number of works, most notably Music Has the Right to Children and Geogaddi, with little advertising and few interviews. Their sound has frequently made reference to sounds of the 1970s and the 1980s. It recalls, amongst other things, the warm, scratchy, artificial sounds of 1970s television, and indeed, band members Eoin and Sandison admit to being inspired by the documentary films of the National Film Board of Canada. The duo have recorded a few minor works as Hell Interface. more...
[via FoxyTunes / Boards of Canada]
As you can see, Clifford has been used to store lumber and the cases to the Beemer, among other things, for the last two years.
Here is the head with the rocker assembly off. The whole thing is at a neighbor of Matt's. I understand he build race cars and has souped up the intakes, and valves. Or something like that. All I know is that Clifford will no longer crawl up I-70 at 45mph. If the power increase is enough I may pull the head off Megan's Corrola and have him work that too.
This is how I rocker should not look like. Uneven wear bad, camshaft bad. It was at this point I felt confident that the rebuluild was the right way to go. It took quite a gut-check to start ripping her up.
Here is the whole assembly with the valve cover off. In the foreground is the timing chain with the sprocket that turns the oil pump just infont of it. The cam shaft runs right down the middle.
On the left, Mad Matt patiently explains to me that calling the valve cover a "filthy little whore" will garner no results. I disagreed.
She's my little aluminum princess...
I look at this and, frankly, feel like throwing up. To the left is the fuel injection assembly sitting on the intake manifold (you can't really see the manifold though). To the right is the valve cover. All the tubes are vaccume lines, emissions voodoo and the like. We did our best to label every thing. The small lines were labeled "confusing" and the larger ones "inconvenient". There are some bolts under the manifold we labeled "piece-of-shit-mother-fuckers"
After 280,000 miles and over a year parked and lonely "Clifford" gets the attention she deserves. My good friend Matt (The Mad One), the all knowing poobaa of all things that blow most mortals minds, agreed to guide me gently through the complete rebuild of the 22RE. 
