Well, I am finally back to the track tomorrow! I'm running the Time Trails with the Eastern Motorsports Racing Association (EMRA).
For those who don't frequest those other boards, here is a cut and paste of my fiasco from last Fall:
Wish me luck!
Tim
For those who don't frequest those other boards, here is a cut and paste of my fiasco from last Fall:
Tims65;3929059 said:Well, RetroTek sent me a new computer. It arrived Saturday around 2:00 and against all good judgment, I decided to go for it! I plugged in the computer and the car started right up, so I went to work prepping my car for the big race at Summit Point.
I put on my numbers - 95
I put on my EMRA classification - ST-2
I aired the tires, front - 34
and rear - 30
I filled up with gas - 93 octane
Then I got up at 6:00 am and drove 1 hour and 20 minutes to Summit Point. Once there I donned my new fire proof red racing jacket and fire proof red racing shoes and entertained everyone that came by to comment on how beautiful my car looked in the paddock.
When they called the Red Group (Novice, but don't tell anyone) to the track, I strapped into my 4 point harness, adjusted the seat and the mirrors, pulled on my racing helmet, pulled on my racing gloves and pulled my rumbling beast in to the Hot Pits. I staged up with all of the other racers, reving my new 347 stoutly cammed engine to flex my muscles.
Then they sent us on the track. I followed the line of cars through the first lap warming up and thinking though my stategy. As we rounded turn 10 and the track went hot, I opened up the beast preparing to be planted in the back of my seat, but instead she went lean and stumbled down the staight. I pointed the two Miatas behind me by and pulled back into the pits at the end of the next lap.
Not yet defeted, I plugged in my laptop and pretended to know how to adjust my new Electronic Fuel Injection system. I nodded as other racers walked by, in awe of my car and my seemingly unlimited knowledge in track-side-tuning.
The second session resulted in the same results. I again pulled back into the pits, bound to remedy all of her short comings. After lunch, my wife and son came out to watch the big race and cheer me to victory. My son (4.5 years) was dressed head to toe in his Lightening McQueen jacket and hat (number 95), waiting to see me pull ahead of the entire field to take the checkered flag. But, once again, she went lean under hard throttle and I limped around the track to bring her back into the pits.
Licking my wounds, I packed up and followed my wife back to Vienna....well almost all the way to Vienna. Comming off of the Dulles Toll Road, she bucked and stumbled, I fanned the throttle to keep her running. A quick survey of the gauges revealed everything in order:
- Fuel - 1/4
- Water Temperatrue - 190*
- Speedometer - 45 mph
- Tachometer - 2,600 rpm
- Oil Pressure - 60 psi
- Volts - 13 v
Finally, she came to a complete stop on Hunter Mill right before Sunrise Valley Drive. I was able to limp her to a near by parking lot and ride home with my wife and son.
More tomorrow...
Wish me luck!
Tim