jnoiles
The Driver
Background, I spent last season developing my mk1 mr2. The last thing to do was the engine. I paid an engine builder to build me a decent engine in the off season. He did so. The guy he used to clean the blocks left blasting media residue in the oilways. We learned this when number 2 bottom end went splat on a test day. Conversation with engine builder who agrees to give me another engine while working out what needs to be done to fix mine. I spend 2 days swapping engines so I could race at Brands Hatch this weekend.
Today at Brands I got 6 laps in qualifying before the head gasket goes kaput. Well, either that or the oil/water cooler pipe has rusted internally and leaked the oil and water together. But I reckon its head gasket. I'll do a compression test later. Right now, I'm concentrating on getting drunk and taking my mind off the sunburn I got while sitting on paddock hill, watching other races. My head is radiating heat from the left side like you wouldn't believe.
So anyway, no real point to this post other than my race car died today and I'm mildly grumpy and half drunk on a lovely bottle of Penfolds grange from 1996 that I've had in the cupboard for ages. Yes, I'm choosing to deal with the crazy of today with a £275 bottle of wine. On Sunday. With work tomorrow.
If anything good has come of this day, it's this: I'm moving up the priority of the Fiat Panda race car build. DTA ecu, new 1.4 fiat engine, big brakes and we'll take the fight to the big boys in a funky old school panda.
Racing. What a foolish pursuit. I'm certain it should be technically classified as a mental illness.
Today at Brands I got 6 laps in qualifying before the head gasket goes kaput. Well, either that or the oil/water cooler pipe has rusted internally and leaked the oil and water together. But I reckon its head gasket. I'll do a compression test later. Right now, I'm concentrating on getting drunk and taking my mind off the sunburn I got while sitting on paddock hill, watching other races. My head is radiating heat from the left side like you wouldn't believe.
So anyway, no real point to this post other than my race car died today and I'm mildly grumpy and half drunk on a lovely bottle of Penfolds grange from 1996 that I've had in the cupboard for ages. Yes, I'm choosing to deal with the crazy of today with a £275 bottle of wine. On Sunday. With work tomorrow.
If anything good has come of this day, it's this: I'm moving up the priority of the Fiat Panda race car build. DTA ecu, new 1.4 fiat engine, big brakes and we'll take the fight to the big boys in a funky old school panda.
Racing. What a foolish pursuit. I'm certain it should be technically classified as a mental illness.