A week later, im finally ready to collect my thoughts on paper.
We loaded up the truck om Saturday, checked the trailer over real good, and then loaded the trailer, fuel, spare tires, etc Monday night. Wednesday morning, at 7:45 am,
Steve brought the rain tires and his gear, we loaded into the truck, and made it to south Carolina before the first blow out.
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We got to the host hotel late afternoon Wednesday, and met some fellow challengers in the parking lot. Ate at the restaurant connected to the hotel, met people, and just
hung out. Mazduece came in later that night, and unpacked his gear on the floor. Dallas, me, and mazduece shared a room, steve and a few other guys shared another.
The dinner in the hotel restaurant was the last food bought until the end of the event on the way home.
We got up Thursday morning, and started to get organized. After coffee and omlettes in the best western dining room. Really good omlettes.
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Got the car off the trailer, got rid of parts that were sold to other competitors, helped some other guys out some, and prepped the car. This included washing, waxing, and
generally detailing it.
Steve brought some aluminum discs from where someone was using a greenlee punch at work. Fit the wiper and trunk latch holes perfectly. Patrick tattoo the car with a
sticker when I wasn't looking as well. Additionally, we found some contact issues with the flares and competition slicks in a test run around the hotel parking lot. Steve
borrowed a grinder, and freehand trimmed the offending 2 right in the middle of the best western parking lot.
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Once that was done, we passed tech with flying colors and were issued all our stickers. Mazduece also broght some that he made for the car of our “sponsors”: amazon,
ebay, craigslist, pull-apart, facebook marketplace, etc.
We found all those company logos, and he cut them out of a dollars worth of vinyl. Additionally, he ran with the gary the snail and my mopar roots, making a gary the
snail super bee style logo for the quarter windows. And team shirts. And he did some writing for the build book. Incredibly awesome and intelligent guy. Truly a
pleasure to get to know him, and I look forward to more time with him in the future. He was able to help in stickering the car, and making it look like a proper race car.
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This year, for the drags, GRM requested we use a number plate on the roof so they could identify the car from the tower. They provided one, but we didn't like it. Just
didn't look right with our car. So, mazduece whipped out his arts and crafts skills, and made us a roof gumball.
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Also, in the parking lot, Stampie walked up to me and handed me a bag of lug nuts. They all matched, and more shockingly, matched out lug threads. So we put them on
to replace our mismatched, ugly lug nuts.
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Somewhere along the way, we kept banging our heads on the wing. We taped a pair of shop towels to it as flags, and in meeting Mr. And Mrs Shawneecreek, they said
we should put stripper tassels on it. For classiness, you know. At the autocross, Mrs. Shawnee creek brought us tassels. She drove to walmart, bought bicycle streamers,
drove to the track, and taped them on. They stayed for the whole weekend, both as fun and safety. Didn’t hit my head again on that damn wing.
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Lastly, we hadnt had time or inclination to make lanyards for the safety pins on the fire suppression. GRM, with the reguistration bag, gave us a handfull of GRM
key/neck lanyards. The price was right.
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Friday morning, we got to the track briht and early. I had volunteered to work first run group, and let steve and dallas run the car. We had bumped the timing considerably
in the pits, fresh tires, fresh gas, full fluids, etc. Steve took the car first. I could tell something was wrong from my corner worker station. Sounded like he had a
very hard time getting into second gear, the car began to blow CLOUDS of smoke, and it was breaking up under throttle. I still had 45 minutes of corner working before
I would find out what happened. Just as I was getting ready to change, the car came back out for another run in much better shape. Turned out that the dipstick had
blown out, and we bumped the timing way too far, shifter was still pretty bad though. Dallas took it for a run, and beat steves time.
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I gave all my runs to the pro driver, Alan Mccrispin. He made that old girl dance, despite a trans that never had the same gears twice, and tires we could NOT get heat in.
He was able to get the car down to a 40.8 on his final run, and to do so, I told him to ignore the rising engine temperature. After that run, gaige read 250.....
We pulled back into the pits, where mom and dad had arrived with the motorhome. Mom fed us lunch, dad helped wrench on the car and provided moral support. We
worked on the clutch some, and I took it for the only autocross run I made of the weekend. Where I proceeded to knock over about a million cones. It was UGLY. Car
was at 230 after that one run. Not good, but night was coming.
When the drag time care around, I agreed to take the first two runs. We just needed a time. A bad one would have sufficed, but we wanted better than bad. I hopped in the
car to stage early, and had no clutch at all. All the fluid had disappear somewhere. We bled it with the help of Kevin (high school friend of steves that came to see what
all this was about), and had a pedal again. Not a great one, but a pedal. First run was a 16.xx, with me missing gears and a horrible bog on launch. I came back around at
240 on the gauge, and knew the car had a LOT more in it with good shifts and a decent launch. My second run was a 14.8 at 93 with a 2.7 60 foot and bouncing the rev
limiter a lot. I also had to back out after 3rd gear due to it getting squirmy. On the turn off road, I started smelling coolant. Got it into the pits, where we had blown a
block off fitting out of the block. We fixed that, bumped the rev limiter, strapped Dallas in the car, and proceeded to hot lap it. Dallas would make a good bracket racer.
He has great 60 foot times, great reaction times, and is consistently 15.2x at 96
I had one more run in me when the track was oiled down. I was in the car coming to the water box. I know that I could have ripped a 14 flat.
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Saturday was the concourse, scales, and awards. Mazduece again came to the rescue, volunteering to climb through the cage bars to clean all the crap out of the floors
that it picked up on track, as well as making us team shirts. We pulled a 22.5 out of a possible 25 points in the show. If we had prepared to present as much as we
prepared the car, and then showed off the undercarriage as well, we probably would have done better. We weighed the car, which came in at 29xxlbs without driver,
full of fuel. The picture of the scales had Dallas in the car, who goes about 180 if you believe his claim. Heavier than any of us thought it was. Mom made me a birthday
lunch and fed the whole team her hommade spaghetti under the canopy at the motorhome. She also did a team picture. Im in front, then Dallas, then Steve, then
mazduece.
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The banquet was fantastic. Really good time. Really good food. Worth every penny.
Overall, we were able to pull 9th overall in our rookie year with a transmission that barely worked, an engine that ate a head gasket, and tires that in hindsight were a
huge failure in design. We had an incredible time. Met so many awesome people, had so much fun. Honestly, one of the greatest experiences of my life. Its addictive
from a social standpoint alone. Sure theres the competition part, but its the PEOPLE that make this event. I WILL return. Maybe even with a car.
The end result of the weekend: blown head gaskets, garbage trans, broken flare, some more fluid leaks, junk clutch hydraulics, and 4 blown trailer tires. The future of this
car is unknown right now, but its no longer mine. I gave it, and all the parts/supplies collected, to Dallas Sunday when we returned to Charlotte. The car was intended to
give him something to do while going through the custody battle and divorce. Something to work on. Something else to focus on. It succeeded in that. He now has a
capable autocross and drag car that will hold its own at a cruise night. Its something that's a transmission and a weekends worth of work away from doing whatever he
wants. Safely, reliably, and inexpensively. It met my goal of keeping him sane, and blew my goal of bottom of the mid 3rd of the pack far, far out of the water.
I want to thank all my readers, my family, and my teammates, and the friends I have made through this process for sharing the ride, the results, and the blessings with me.
Its been a fantastic journey that I don't think is over yet.