OK, so explain this....

[paranoidjack]

My buddy's 1998 prelude just blew a motor.

We cannot find an engine for less than 1000. This amazes me...I know the h22 is a good motor, but it's 10 years old and not so spectacular anymore.

I get curious and search for Q motors. FY33's can be had ALL DAY LONG for 600-1000.

How is that such a high performance, bulletproof V8 from a 50k car, made is such fewer numbers than the seemingly BILLIONS on honda preludes running around, can be had all day long for far less than the 2.2L 4 banger?

I can't seem to find an explanation. Frankly, for some reason, it really irritates me.

[szh]

Supply and demand perhaps?

More Preludes and Hondas, so need more engines, etc., etc., etc. ...

Z

[maxnix]

Jeez, I would be rejoicing!

[konatown]

drop in a vh then and call it a day.

[oldmako]

My guess is that the smaller engine has half the life span (or less) of a Q, and is typically driven by an individual (a punk with spiky hair, multiple tats and ill fitting dungarees) who wails on it constantly and thus hastens it's demise. It's clutch is used for first gear starts and reverse only. Burnouts are the norm. The smaller engine spends more time producing peak power and rpm, and receives far fewer oil changes. Because the poor car has 'neuspeed' stickers all over it, huge gauges and fire extinguishers mounted on it's windshield pillars, a thousand pounds of stereo amps, and coffee can sized tailpipes, that it simply loses it's desire to remain on the road. The little four banger is simply worn out, and dies an early and humiliating, yet welcome death.

Meanwhile across town in his Q, Gramps pulls away from the red light with barely any pressure on the gas pedal, and allows his big V8 to lumber down the road to just under the posted speed limit as he wonders if he remembered to maximize his yearly contribution to his IRA, empty his colostomy bag and to take his pills. He religiously takes the enormous beast to the dealer for 150 dollar oil changes because he wants to get out of the house, and because the new gal at the dealership is hot and reminds him of an old girlfriend in his younger days. Consequently, the oil gets changed every 3-4 months, or every 1000 miles. At every one of her recommendations he eagerly schedules his Q for any and all preventative maintenance. Her skirts are short, her breasts firm and her lips are wet. She is a persuasive lass and flirts with him even though he is so old that he farts dust. He does not know that she works on commission, or he simply does not care He lives in on a quiet street in suburbia, and his Q is sequestered in it's heated garage. It is a peaceful and gentle life for the Q. Every once in a while it carries him and his Pings to the country club. The poor car has never seen more than 75 mph or 2500 rpm (except when his wife forgot to shift into drive while leaving the church bazaar and again on the initial test drive, and then only at the urging of the eager salesman). Sure there are less geriatric owners and devotees of the Q, but most of them have killed lesser cars in their youth, and now have an elevated appreciation for the machinery under their bums. They also have fear. A fear which the civic driving, tuner generation has yet to develop. A deep and abiding fear of the unexpectedly massive and mortgage wrecking repair bill. Consequently, they take better care of their cars and baby them with expensive, exotic motor oils, transmission coolers and the like. These men own cars to which are good to purchase used, and the engines in their Q's, like those in Gramps, last a long time.

Modified by oldmako at 7:35 PM 4/9/2008
Modified by oldmako at 9:57 AM 4/10/2008

[JOHNQ]

h22 are highly sought after engines amongst honda heads because it can fit in almost any honda, can be heavily modified and can take a beating. people in my area even steal cars just for the h22.

[konatown]

h22 are highly sought after engines amongst honda heads because it can fit in almost any honda, can be heavily modified and can take a beating. people in my area even steal cars just for the h22.

I have yet to find a reason to live in your area

The Q is most definitely going to have a much easier life. Plus, its a Q, Q's aren't in The Fast and The Furious. Cheap rice boxes are...

[paranoidjack]

bah, I don't see it.

[maxnix]

bah, I don't see it.

Well, look at iPods. A crummy lossy digital format, no BT, and horrible reliability. But they have a good salesman and the kids don't know better so they think they are all cool.

Mass marketing is a formidable force. Just being good like a G50 isn't good enough.

[brizanden]

^agreed except u forgot to mention itunes is the most easy to use (and space wasting) software for mp3 players. dumb people dont care if they can find something tht works easy regardless of the quality of other less known stuff.

[goody90q45]

........At every one of her recommendations he eagerly schedules his Q for any and all preventative maintenance. Her skirts are short, her breasts firm and her lips are wet. She is a persuasive lass and flirts with him even though he is so old that he farts dust.

I haven't laughed this hard in a long time, especially the service writer description. The whole post was a great read. Do you write for a living?

Supply and demand perhaps? Z

Bingo. Prelude- A lot of demand for the few good engines that are available= Higher priceQ45- Not much demand for the many engines (gathering dust) that are available= Lower price

[oldmako]

It's blustery, damp, and cold here.

The trans cooler install has been shelved pending more moderate atmospheric conditions, as has my yots new custom mahogany instrument panel. Lastly my gorgeous, raven haired nymphomaniac neighbor is out of town. As a result of all that, I am utterly bored. So I uncorked the Makers Mark earlier than usual today and the fecal matter just flowed from my fingers.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, and mine has been wasted plenty.

[Big_E-Dog]

My guess is that the smaller engine has half the life span (or less) of a Q, and is typically driven by an individual (a punk with spiky hair, multiple tats and ill fitting dungarees) who wails on it constantly and thus hastens it's demise. It's clutch is used for first gear starts and reverse only. Burnouts are the norm. The smaller engine spends more time producing peak power and rpm, and with far fewer oil changes. Additionally, because the poor car has 'neuspeed' stickers all over it, huge gauges and fire extinguishers mounted on it's windshield pillars, thousands of pounds of stereo amplifiers, and coffee can sized tailpipes, that it simply loses it's desire to remain on the road. The little four banger is simply worn out, and dies an early and humiliating, yet welcome death.

Meanwhile across town in his Q, Gramps pulls away from the red light with barely any pressure on the gas pedal, and allows his big V8 to lumber down the road to just under the posted speed limit as he wonders if he remembered to maximize his yearly contribution to his IRA, empty his colostomy bag and to take his pills. He religiously takes the enormous beast to the dealer for 150 dollar oil changes because he wants to get out of the house, and because the new gal at the dealership is hot and reminds him of an old girlfriend in his younger days. Consequently, the oil gets changed every 3-4 months, or every 1000 miles. At every one of her recommendations he eagerly schedules his Q for any and all preventative maintenance. Her skirts are short, her breasts firm and her lips are wet. She is a persuasive lass and flirts with him even though he is so old that he farts dust. He does not know that she works on commission, or he simply does not care He lives in on a quiet street in suburbia, and his Q is sequestered in it's heated garage. It is a peaceful and gentle life for the Q. Every once in a while it carries him and his Pings to the country club. The poor car has never seen more than 75 mph or 2500 rpm (except when his wife forgot to shift into drive while leaving the church bazaar and again on the initial test drive, and then only at the urging of the eager salesman). Sure there are less geriatric owners and devotees of the Q, but most of them have killed lesser cars in their youth, and now have an elevated appreciation for the machinery under their bums. They also have fear. A fear which the civic driving, tuner generation has yet to develop. A deep and abiding fear of the unexpectedly massive and mortgage wrecking repair bill. Consequently, they take better care of their cars and baby them with expensive, exotic motor oils, transmission coolers and the like. These men own cars to which are good to purchase used, and the engines in their Q's, like those in Gramps, last a long time.

Modified by oldmako at 7:35 PM 4/9/2008

It's blustery, damp, and cold here.

The trans cooler install has been shelved pending more moderate atmospheric conditions, as has my yots new custom mahogany instrument panel. Lastly my gorgeous, raven haired nymphomaniac neighbor is out of town. As a result of all that, I am utterly bored. So I uncorked the Makers Mark earlier than usual today and the fecal matter just flowed from my fingers.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, and mine has been wasted plenty.

wow just wow.

vividly entertaining havent read someting this good and true in a long while.

[Haitian_King]

My guess is that the smaller engine has half the life span (or less) of a Q, and is typically driven by an individual (a punk with spiky hair, multiple tats and ill fitting dungarees) who wails on it constantly and thus hastens it's demise. It's clutch is used for first gear starts and reverse only. Burnouts are the norm. The smaller engine spends more time producing peak power and rpm, and with far fewer oil changes. Additionally, because the poor car has 'neuspeed' stickers all over it, huge gauges and fire extinguishers mounted on it's windshield pillars, thousands of pounds of stereo amplifiers, and coffee can sized tailpipes, that it simply loses it's desire to remain on the road. The little four banger is simply worn out, and dies an early and humiliating, yet welcome death.

Meanwhile across town in his Q, Gramps pulls away from the red light with barely any pressure on the gas pedal, and allows his big V8 to lumber down the road to just under the posted speed limit as he wonders if he remembered to maximize his yearly contribution to his IRA, empty his colostomy bag and to take his pills. He religiously takes the enormous beast to the dealer for 150 dollar oil changes because he wants to get out of the house, and because the new gal at the dealership is hot and reminds him of an old girlfriend in his younger days. Consequently, the oil gets changed every 3-4 months, or every 1000 miles. At every one of her recommendations he eagerly schedules his Q for any and all preventative maintenance. Her skirts are short, her breasts firm and her lips are wet. She is a persuasive lass and flirts with him even though he is so old that he farts dust. He does not know that she works on commission, or he simply does not care He lives in on a quiet street in suburbia, and his Q is sequestered in it's heated garage. It is a peaceful and gentle life for the Q. Every once in a while it carries him and his Pings to the country club. The poor car has never seen more than 75 mph or 2500 rpm (except when his wife forgot to shift into drive while leaving the church bazaar and again on the initial test drive, and then only at the urging of the eager salesman). Sure there are less geriatric owners and devotees of the Q, but most of them have killed lesser cars in their youth, and now have an elevated appreciation for the machinery under their bums. They also have fear. A fear which the civic driving, tuner generation has yet to develop. A deep and abiding fear of the unexpectedly massive and mortgage wrecking repair bill. Consequently, they take better care of their cars and baby them with expensive, exotic motor oils, transmission coolers and the like. These men own cars to which are good to purchase used, and the engines in their Q's, like those in Gramps, last a long time.

Modified by oldmako at 7:35 PM 4/9/2008

I heart oldmako's posts. Between him and captainluigi, I'm constantly in hysterics. You guys slay me.