Turboing a tC

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Well, we're beginning day 2 of the turbo install... hit a snag last night, but we think we have the problem solved.

The oil feed coupler wouldn't thread into the block... hopefully, the one we got at Home Depot will work.

Pics and a write up to come when it's finished (hopefully).

[rizzie]

if youre talking about that blue oil feed part that goes into the block and connects to the sensor, be careful with that. what I had to do was swithc it around and fit the smaller end into the block and everything hooked up fine. i didn't tighten it all the way the first time, had a very very small oil leak come out of it and i went to tighten it and without that much force it just split right along the top. so I had to go to home depot and get one, so hopefully the one you got does the job like ya said.

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Okay, everythings in. Everything's working.

That little oil feed thing sucks... we bought 8 different pieces that should've fit... they didn't.

I finally went brute force on its ass. The oil feed is in. No leaks.

There is a very slow leak at the oil pressure plate, we've determined it's because the adapter sucks, so we'll get a new one on there.

Otherwise, the car is running fine, not pushing boost yet, since the oilpan seal needs a day to cure. We still have to fiddle with the BOV since the turbine flutters above 5500RPM. But no codes or oil warnings!

Pics tomorrow.

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I'd like to add that despite the fact that we're all really tired, the install weekend was a lot of fun.

[Greg]

That's sweet! I'd love to see a step-by-step pictorial, with write-up, of course! :D

I could put it in the FAQ's for future Turbo-nuts!

Greg

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Day 1:
Removed intake, exhaust header. The turbo assembly was already put together (manifold, blower, wastegate, downpipe) When we attempted to drop it in, it seemed like we were hitting everything... struggled with it for a little while, then someone pretty much sneezed on it and it dropped in place.

Drained oil, struggled with oil feed line. Went shopping for new oil feed tap... unsuccessful. Realized that a party we were hosting was starting in 30 minutes... stopped work, drove home, drank.

Day 2:
Removed stock oilpan, new oilpan installed. Realized that the oil return hose was 1/4" too short. Heated hose and loosened the connector. Got it to fit. Began wiring gauges. Started installing IC piping and intake. Piping clearance on the kit's a bit tight, but nothing rubs once installed. Soldered in the 440cc injectors. Replaced fuel rail.

Since we did not have the appropriate tools to cut the crashbar, we used metal straps to support the IC to the radiator support and lower frame. Doesn't look that great, but it's solid. We're having an exhaust shop trim the bar so we can fix that.

Dremeled the bumper to allow the IC piping to poke through.

One last pass to ensure everything was secure (T-Clamps, wire harnesses, etc)
In goes the oil.

Reconnect battery.

The car turned over the first time, and the idle is shockingly calm. Treadstone doesn't recommend engine management, which I'm shocked by.

Did a few revs. Adjusted BOV to eliminate turbo flutter (it still flutters a bit @ 6k)

One small oil leak from the oilpressure sender adapter... most likely since it's crappy. That'll get replaced.

So that's that!

Pics below.

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[urchin]

greg nice ser up:D i am still waiting on a pioneer 7900 head unit, what amp and bass did u go with?

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I might as well update. So the IC piping has been recut to fit tighter. Shockingly, we are able to put an uncut stock bumper back on the car, so yea, it's officially a sleeper now. :D

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