Last week was hectic and stressful, but I made it to the Mt Okemo hillclimb over the weekend. I finished getting the car moving with the new rear suspension and quick change, and reinforced all the mounting points to the cage. I also got 99% of my power steering setup put together. The one thing I did not have was the fitting to thread into the mustang rack for the power steering return line. I ran out of time to get one before heading to Vermont, and the only parts store in town, which is usually open until noon on Saturdays was closed all weekend.
Anyway, this was my first time co-chairing a hillclimb event, so I had that little bit of stress and busyness (this word doesn't look right spelled this way) to add into the mix. With the event filled to max capacity, and forecast for rain and thunderstorms all weekend, I was a bit worried. But the rain came through Friday, and the rest of the weekend was hot and dry outside of fog both mornings. We had some communications issues on Saturday, and timing issues on Sunday, but despite that, ended up getting 7 runs in over the weekend.
As for how my weekend went as a driver. The word Lucky doesn't do it justice. Starting off on the Familiarization run on Saturday, I got halfway up the hill, heard a loud clunking noise from the back of the car, and then the rear end locked up. I was about 100 feet from the next checkpoint, and the safety crew pulled me up into the pull off area. I had an hour or so to get myself worked up about what could have gone wrong and how I was going to afford a new rear end 3 weeks before Climb to the Clouds. At lunchtime, the wrecker came up and pulled me down the hill-I had to sit in the car facing uphill (with no mirrors) and was told no matter how bad I wanted to I could not turn the wheel. Upon pulling the wheels off and inspecting things, I realized the noise was coming from the rear brakes. This rear end had been sitting for 5 years and the fam run was the first time it had moved under its own power more than 50 feet. So some corrosion on the rotors, combined with VERY loose slider bolts was causing the brake calipers to kick sideways enough to get jammed up. I also figured out the rear end was a bit (a lot) low on gear oil, and so I think all that combined just locked everything up. New fluid in the diff, and running the car on jackstands while riding the brakes cleared that issue up. Crisis averted.
I ended up taking two runs Saturday afternoon. The first was basically a re-do of my fam run, feeling out the car, seeing the road for the first time in a year, and making sure I really had solved my issue. Made it up and down uneventfully. The second run, I added a bit of speed, started feeling out the new rear suspension, and the dirt track tires I'll probably be running at CTTC (running dirt tires on pavement feels REALLY strange... the back of the car feels like it just keeps sliding and sliding as the sidewall and tread blocks flex, and then FINALLY it hooks up). The run felt good, nothing in the rear end felt totally wrong, but as I crossed the finish line, I hit the brakes to slow down and it took a LOT of effort to keep the car straight. I suddenly had a bunch of play in the steering, and a bit of a clicking noise. I was one of the last cars up, so I didn't have time to look at it at the top, but told myself I'd check it out at the bottom.
Well, I didn't quite make it to the bottom. About halfway down the hill, I was turning into a corner and SNAP! I kept turning the wheel and the car kept going straight. I hit the brakes and prayed I would have enough space to stop. What felt like 200ft of sliding looked like about 15 ft from the tire marks, and I slid just off the road into a nice, flat grassy spot (not very common at hillclimbs) about 20 ft from the entrance to what is a half pipe in the winter. I could not have picked a better spot on the hill for this to happen.
I ended up taking a single run on Sunday in the SRT4 my uncle recently bought from my dad. Got clocked at 93 mph in the straightaway, and ran 1 second slower than the Dart the previous day, and good enough for 2nd place in class. It's amazing how much easier it is to drive a relatively stock car and for half a second I thought maybe I made the wrong choice between the Dart and my STI for Mt Washington. Then I looked at the Dart again.
TL,DR: Roller coaster weekend, loss of steering almost made this a lawn Dart, buying a lottery ticket today.