Air Mass Metering
28 September 2006, 67,777
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bought
myself a used (three thousand miles old)
air mass meter for less than one third of the price Saab wanted for a new
one. I figure, if it lasts beyond twenty
thousand miles then I’ve saved money.
Always handy that.
And the difference?
Well, yeah, now the TiD is working as it should. All of the problems I’ve been having have
been, I’m pleased to say, caused by a duff air mass
meter. Now there’s much less turbo lag
and materially better performance. The joys of a variable intake tract and a multivalve
head means that the engine will stretch towards 5,000 rpm. Quite where it reaches I’m not entirely sure
but it will exceed the 4,600 rpm point showing on the tachometer.
However just a few days after replacing the air mass meter we hopped
onto an airliner and flew to
I’ve discussed the Prius
elsewhere but the Impala was a new experience for me. We had a mid-range model fitted with a 3·9
litre V6 and a four speed automatic transmission. The Impala is considered a “full size” and
this specification came with a slightly unusual specification including
traction control, anti-lock brakes, manual air conditioning, electric sunroof,
single slot CD / digital satellite radio system and heated leather seats. And you know what, it wasn’t _bad_, actually
it was materially better than I was expecting in several respects.
First
off it was a lot perkier to drive than most full size V6 American cars I’ve
driven. I can blame the big engine and
high power output (233 bhp) for this.
The transmission is not especially smooth and has tall ratios, third
being 25 mph / 1,000 rpm and fourth 34 mph / 1,000 rpm. The ride is more American than European but
this makes it wallowly and comfortable. There is a degree of body roll even during
moderate cornering and I only encountered understeer, just as I was expecting. In many respects then the Impala was simply
“as expected.”
But there was one surprise: fuel consumption. Or lack thereof. Over eight hundred mostly freeway miles the
car returned just shy of thirty two to the gallon. That’s a North American gallon though. In
These sorts of consumption figures make me wonder why I’m bothering
living in the