Worked 10 hours straight today with no lunch. Somebody showed me something this morning that got me hyper pissed off and I just rode that wave, burning off the pissed-off energy instead of directing it in less productive ways.
Then, at 6pm, I was checking events on MotorsportReg and noticed that Saturday's DRSCCA rallycross now had only 48 entries instead of 50, although I was still listed as "waitlist".
Then I got a gmail notification. e-mail from Mary Shiloff: I'm off the waitlist, and now officially on the entry list. And the black RX-7 was still in shelf mode, with no bumper, and the exhaust hanger had broken at the previous rallycross. And I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday after work.
Grab burritos, wraps, and a coffee at the Speedway, then get to work clearing things out, laying out my roll of magnetic material since some dumbass entered as car 588 since it's been so long not running DRSCCA that anything I have numbers for has been reserved by someone else. (Now I wonder if car 51 is perma-reserved in honor of Bob Poling)
I, er, cleaned off/out the black car by re-shelving the red car. But then I remounted the bumper, which is not as easy as four connectors and two bolts because of the trailer hitch. And, after watching some recent videos of the Thistle Hill site, I'm definitely going to be wanting the rally tires, so I can't just let the hitch float unbolted, and rallycross on my street tires like I would at I-96 or their Ohio site. Plus, having the trailer means I have a place to stash things instead of just leaving them on the ground. Even though it is going to cost an extra ten bucks or so in tolls *grumble*
Next was the exhaust. For some reason the exhaust hanger in front of the axle is broken because the exhaust smashed up into it and mangled the chassis side hanger mount. Completely out of mid-length exhaust donuts, and unwilling to let the whole weight of the exhaust rest at the engine and at the bumper mount, I borrowed (stole) four links from one of my towbar's safety chains and made a hanger out of chain. Break THAT, bitch. Yes, life is going to suck driving the car now. Well guess what, it sucks already. So, the amount that it's going to suck more is a drop in the bucket of suckage.
Speaking of bucket of suckage. The whole reason I wanted to hit up this DRSCCA rallycross is because of NEOhio's inaugural event happening a weekend from now. I have seen zero NEOhio people at WOR or OVR events, which tells me they have either been going to DRSCCA events, or they have been going to zero events and the NEOhio event is going to be a E36 M3show, as expected from my last experience with trying to help NEOhio develop an RX program. So I *need* to go to the DRSCCA event if only for the reconnaisance factor.
Also, I want to talk to Paul about tyres. I think I'm going to have a need for some 13" hoops for next season. And my '81 is going to exclusively be run at DRSCCA events, because they are admittedly a lot more low-intensity than events run at Bitzer's. And my overarching Goal is to learn the car, make the car work, and take it to Nationals next year, to run in Prepared RWD again. And, Fates willing, take home the PR trophy.
YES I KNOW WHO ELSE RUNS IN PR. I plan on hitting some DCR events too. The '81 is frickin' pleasant to drive. Anyway, I know what number I'm going to run with the '81. Since it's going to spend a lot of time driving to and fro at night, it's going to be a Night Witch...