It was 2 a.m., and I lay peacefully sleeping in my bed. Suddenly, a violent nightmare woke me up. This nightmare quickly turned into reality: the reality that as much time, effort, and money as I have spent on my 240SX, it will never be a real S15 Silvia but just a converted American replica. Sweating like a fat man trying to tie his shoelaces, I looked at my surroundings. Something was deathly wrong. I remembered going to sleep in my room in Long Beach, California, but somehow I ended up in a hotel room with tiny hallways. Then it hit me like a freight train; I was in Tokyo, Japan. I got dressed, took a cab to the Tokyo Blitz office, and picked up my 240SX, except this wasn't my car. It was a silver '99 Nissan S15 Silvia built with nearly every product in the Blitz Power Book.
This S15 wasn't built to be a sleeper, since there's no use trying to be discreet when a colossal front-mount LM intercooler is lurking behind the factory Nissan bumper. Aside from the carbon-fiber Spac wind diffusers, the front end of the S15 was left as unexplored territory. The side and rear skirts were derived from the Nissan option catalog, while the rear downforce is created by the Blitz wing. No wide-mouth front bumper or crazy vinyl graphic gibberish were used to clutter up the sleek look of the S15. Come to think of it, there's not much more anyone can do to an S15 to enhance its appearance. The only thing that should draw your attention away from the silky-smooth Titanium Silver paint is the unmistakable red lightning-bolt "S."
Just when I thought the desire to own this car would end, the hood was popped, and I got a taste of what I could never have. The already sultry SR20DET Spec R motor was massaged with oversized Blitz Karl Schmidt pistons, raising it to 2.1 liters of displacement in preparation for the power bump it was about to receive. In order to get 400-plus horsepower out of the S15, the fuel maps needed to be altered to compensate for the larger cams and 550cc injectors. With the AF Analyzer at hand, head Blitz technician Abe Naruhito broke out the trusty laptop to dig deeper into the realms of the Access ECU in search of the perfect air/fuel mixture. The end result was 425 ponies ripping up the Blitz dynamometer with 49.0 Kg/m of torque. And that's with boost regulated to only 1.1 bar via an SBC I-D and a D47D wastegate. Even though the 3K Warner K3T isn't physically one of the biggest turbos on the market, we've always been aware of its potency. Uniquely designed, the K3T allows for quick spool up at the low end and a high-end knockout punch that resembles a 1,000mg shot of Viagra injected directly into your circulatory system. The Nur-spec V exhaust was designed with 85mm piping for minimal backpressure, allowing the K3T to breathe freely and loudly. The rumble makes it quite difficult to hit up late-night runs to the local massage parlor without waking up half of Tokyo, and it's damn near deadly that a simple setup such as this can put out that amount of power. All that muscle is put to the ground through the factory six-speed tranny, an Active clutch, and a Nismo limited-slip differential. It's been said that Nissan's new six-speed gearbox is weakly constructed and destined to break at 350 hp. With figures well over 420 horses, this S15 puts those rumors to rest. Tight corners and hard launches are not a problem with the GAB fully adjustable coilovers on the job. Thanks to Dunlop rubber, handling is further improved with 17-inch Techno Speed Z-2 wheels engulfed with lips fat enough to make even Jessica Alba jealous.
The interior consists of a GT-3 racing seat to grip the driver, and a group of I-D gauges provide the vital engine stats. There's gotta be more, but nope, that's it. Nothing more is needed.
All of a sudden everything became blurry as I passed out in the Blitz showroom. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in my own bed again. I hurried downstairs only to see my 240SX parked in the exact spot I had left it. Mixed emotions arose, as it was both relieving to have my car back and saddening that it wasn't the 425hp street terror that I had dreamt of. A small scrap of paper on the garage floor caught my eye. I kneeled down for a better look. It was a taxi-fare receipt with Japanese writing on it. Wait a minute, it wasn't a dream after all, was it?