Are you installing your car audio wrong?

27 July, 2016

Think about it for a minute. When you go to a concert, even if you’re sitting too far away to see who’s on stage, you still know exactly where they’re standing.

The reason for this is that the sound has been set up in such a way to make it sound as if it’s coming from the front and centre, despite the speakers very clearly being placed to the side of the stage. Same goes with your home-theatre system — chances are that when you set it up, you followed the instructions and placed the front speakers at the front, and the rear speakers at the rear, right? Again, the theory is to make it sound as if what you’re watching is coming from the screen. That’s not to mention the way our bodies are created, with our ears pointing forwards, designed so that our best hearing is from the front.

With this simple knowledge, it’s surprising how many people get it so wrong when it comes to choosing or installing their car-audio components.

Check out the cheap and easy way to fix this common mistake in the September issue of NZV8 (Issue No. 136). Grab your copy now:


“Gotcha!’’ The continuing tale of a Nissan/Datsun tragic – part two

In 1996, I was on a mission to buy a suitable pavement scorcher and visited the now-defunct Manukau City Car Fair. Unbelievably, among the sea of four-door utilitarian Japanese compacts was the absolute jewel in the crown, my automobile wet dream — a 1985 two-door R30 RS Nissan Skyline FJ20 Turbo five-speed manual in nice condition. The owner wanted $10,000 — a great deal.
But what did I do? I bailed out, paralysed by indecision. The money would have been a stretch, but it was the worst automotive choice I ever made. Instead, I went for a rusty Toyota Sprinter 8 Valve Twin Cam Coupé, which was pretty terminal from the get-go. I know. We’ve all done it, but there was really no excuse for passing up the Skyline, and I was haunted by that for years.

Last Tango in the Fast Lane

In the mid ’80s, I locked into a serious Nissan/Datsun performance obsession. It could have kicked off with my ’82 Datsun Sunny, though this would have been a bit of a stretch of the imagination, given its normally aspirated 1.2-litre motor — not the sort of thing to unleash radical road warrior dreams. But it did plant a seed, and it was a sweet little machine and surprisingly quick, in contrast to all the diabolical English offerings I had endured.
I was living in South Auckland at the time and was an unrepentant petrolhead. Motor racing was my drug of choice, and I followed the scene slavishly. Saloon car racing, with the arrival of the international Group A formula, was having a serious renaissance here and in Australia and Europe. There was suddenly an exotic air in local racing that had been absent for 15 years.
I was transfixed by this new frontier of motor racing that had hit our tracks in 1985–87 and the new array of machinery on display. In 1986, the Nissan Skyline RS DR30 made a blinding impression on me. The Australian Fred Gibson-run, Peter Jackson-sponsored team of George Fury and Glenn Seton were the fastest crew of the 1986 Australian Touring Car Championship. But Kiwi legend Robbie Francevic snuck through to win the Aussie Championship in his Volvo 240T after a strong start and consistent finishes.