I’m about 90% sure that it was Keith Turk who told me over and over to wash the holy hell out of my 2006 Monte Carlo SS after I took it onto the Bonneville Salt Flats back in 2009. I wasn’t bothered…it was my first time on the salt and I was ecstatic to be there at all in any capacity. But Turk’s advice was sound…I rinsed the car in a car wash about a hundred miles away from Bonneville, once again halfway to Twin Falls, Idaho, again in Yakima and twice more after I got home just to make sure. Every last time I found more and more salt that I could’ve sworn I had blasted out of there the previous wash attempt.
My nearly Tupperware Monte didn’t really suffer much from it’s salting. The brake caliper bolts were a bit of a bitch on the next service and the caliper faces needed some quick love with a wire wheel to knock back the scale. Big deal. Now, take anything from the good years of vehicles, put it on the salt, and proceed to sweat. Anyone who is driving a 1970s Mopar on the salt that isn’t racing the car…you’re mental and need to be committed at the first chance. Want proof how quickly that corrosion can kick in? Get a gander at what it did to the original Ramp Truck that Finnegan owns. One trip to Utah, and the door has a fist-sized hole, the fender roll is crispy like an egg roll. But happily, all of that fast-moving tin cancer is about to be dealt with. Check out the work below: