Hey LR Max,
I bought the switches on eBay. They came with the various labels. I searched for Lucas switches and found a bunch. The lights are from Summit Racing.
The wife had book club tonight, so I knew I had to get to my garage bunker by 6:30 if I was going to be safe from a hoard of cackling hens reviewing Hillbilly Elegy. I left work at 6:00 and to my horror...hit traffic! My plan to shoot through the Whattaburger drive thru for a double burger meal was now in peril. One of the beautiful things about driving I-10 in San Antonio is how the frontage roads follow the highway. I jumped off at UTSA blvd, made the light and took the frontage road around 1604 and in a moment of clean living karma, made the light under the overpass. I won't admit to tipping the BOV on the turbo several times in my haste, but that's really the only way to make both lights. The light at La Cantera was all backed up, but a jog left and up over the overpass towards I-10 and I was perfectly aligned for the Camp Bullis exit and that greasy greatness. Into the drive thru and back out in about 10 minutes. Tried to wolf down the burger while driving, but a whattatburger double is no mere mortal. You have to go black snake on it and unhinge your jaw if you want to have a prayer of success. The problem with snake jaw is your eyeballs are now staring at the headliner. Not a good situation. Solution: tip your head down and maintain eye contact with the ballz sack on the trailer hitch of good buddies F150 meandering and barely staying in his lane. New problem: said burger now goes from a safe horizontal position to a condiment dumping vertical position and pukes double onion, lettuce, and spicy ketchup plus a healthy squirt of grease all over my new pants the missus bought me for Christmas. I was able to jam my right leg into the console catching the entire load with my leg and protecting the fine alcantara leather on my seat (a man's got to have his priorities straight) while maintaining appropriate throttle pressure.
I arrived home at 6:50 and there on the driveway was a package from Summit Racing containing the most powerful snap ring pliers known to mankind! Kissed the wifey, changed into proper Landy *** kicking pantaloons and got to the bunker with minutes to spare. As I was closing the door, I heard the doorbell ring. Listening intently, I cranked the volume up on the boom box until I heard nothing but Mick, Keith and the boys belting out Gimme Shelter.
Then I did this! Removed the giant snap ring from the turbo, rotated the housing 90 degrees, drilled and tapped two holes for the bov bracket, and bolted the manifold back on the engine. Only thing left is to evacuate the current smoker, trim the right motor frame mount and drop this puppy into place. As I was admiring my handiwork, the wife opened the door and said it was safe, they all left and then asked me what happened to my new pants. Well, there was a snake...