My big fat Japanese turbo
When I first had a much larger turbo installed in
my car (I had already replaced the stock turbo
with a mild upgrade and decided I wanted to go
big this time), the tuner and I were out on a long,
straight, and desolate road with no one around
for miles and no turns or bumps to worry about.
Just us and a long stretch of pavement. Mounted
directly in my field of vision on the steering column
was a brightly lit boost gauge. My tuner turned to
me and said, “Listen, David, I’ve got the datalog-
ging equipment all set up, wideband and laptop
are here in my lap, and I have the handheld con-
troller for your ECU . . . I need you to do one thing:
Drive in a straight line at full throttle and tell me
what the peak boost reads on the boost gauge.”
Sounds simple enough, right? After all, I had been
driving turbo cars for years. How hard could it
be to drive in a straight line and tell him what the
dial right in front of my face reads? Turns out I
couldn’t do it. Off boost, I had no problem looking
at the gauge, but when boost came on, the car
accelerated so violently, literally jumping side-
ways as the turbo came on, that for the life of me
I couldn’t look down at the gauge. After about the
sixth or seventh attempt, I was finally able to give
him a reading — 18 psi. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s see
how we do at 22 psi. . . .”
Boost became an event, not an aid in acceler-
ating. The car felt nothing like it had before with
either of the prior turbos. There was none of the
seamless acceleration I had become accus-
tomed to, making my four-cylinder engine feel
like a bigger six- or eight-cylinder powerplant.
Instead, it felt like I was driving a donkey cart
and then got rear-ended by a Mack truck.
As time went on, I came to find myself driving
20, 30, or 40 miles without once hitting boost. I
could shift the car gently, and never once wake
the turbo. Rather than driving more aggressively,
I found myself driving around the turbo when
just getting from point A to point B. Where I used
to hit boost 20–40 times during a longer commute,
after installing the huge turbo, I would use boost
once or not at all. Around town, I wouldn’t hit it at
all. I found it fascinatingly ironic that a ridiculous
amount of power made me a much more sedate
driver