sam@sco.com (Sam Sjogren) (02/02/90)
From banta Thu Feb 1 08:23:04 1990
To: fizzball
Subject: It's official
Cc: lizn ucscc!red4est!lrc
Having spent the past few weeks putting the "finishing touches" on
my car, I hauled it up to Tech Inspection last night. They looked
it over, said they really loved the pink interior, and gave it the
okey-dokey to show up on the track. This means after another 2
weekends of driver's school, we're goin' racing.
Thanks to sam, zursch, johnv, craig, larry, and especially daveu
(standing in the rain, wielding a torch) for getting the car up to
safety specs.
This time for sure.
andy
Sam, how about mailing your status?
It was a dark and stormy morning. I'd spent last evening getting
the damned motor to start, and then tuned it. This morning I
decided to brave the rain and drive it to work. After driving
a half-mile down the road, however, I decided that my brakes
weren't working terribly well. I drove back to my garage and
did a quick bleeding on the rear brake system and adjusted the
shoe clearance. Having a good set of brakes, I then set off
in search of the tarp in Ruth's truck with which to cover the
car when it's parked (I haven't yet modified a regular convertible
top to fit over the rollcage). As soon as I was on Highway 9,
rhe gods saw that there was a British Race Car on the road, and
the skies cleared and the sun shone and the angels sang Hallelujah!
The new engine is running quite well, and I restrain myself from
running it full-out since it only has about 30 minutes on the
bottom end rebuild. I cruise down the road, drifting easily, not
terribly nervous about being on A008's in the wet since the MGB
handles so _damned_ well. After I get the tarp from Ruth, I put
it in the car and go to start it. I turn the key; "click". "Click?"
I ask myself. What the fuck is this car doing saying "click" to me?
I checked the wiring to the starter, and decided that it had given
up the goast. I go in to get help pulling the car out of its space
so that we can bump start it. As I come out with my amused friends,
I turn the key once more just in case, and the engine cranks. Right,
this is going to be one of _those_ weeks! I can see it now, my
electrics die on the course, they tow me in in front of all the other
competitors, then I give it a try in the pits and it starts right up.
Lucas, Prince of Darkness (and Perversity!), indeed.
All I need to do is weld on a seat-back support, make a couple catch
tanks out of Castrol containers, cut up my numbers out of contact paper,
and put my vitals on the back of my helmet. We is going racing!
-me