Everyones project update and predictions

[ratikal]

Kind of quiet in here. I suppose everyone is working (thrashing) on their cars. Heres my update if anyone cares.

Nova: Garret is working on the Nova. Added an electric water pump and fan. removed alternator and power steering. Re-Shimmed springs and new spark plugs and wires. Took off the 750 carb and installed dominator 1050. New slicks. Prediction: about 2 tenths quicker

Monza: (my old car) Lots of cleaning and detailing. Rebuilt carb and tuned. Shimmed valve springs. New plugs and wires. New slicks. Prediction: 6.00 or so


Dragster: Had front control arms repaired. Had wheelie bar built. Need to paint replaced parts. Other than that it only had half a pass (or a half ass pass) on it. Should be good with same tune-up. Prediction: 4:60's maybe some more mph.


Lets here from the rest of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[killerbee20]

Well, Not good from my camp.

I ordered all the fiberglass made for my Civic, the day after the LAST race last year... It showed up Friday. How's that for a delivery time....

Waiting on a dogbox conversion transmission. Maybe July on that. New head and cams in the works along with all new fuel system, and wheelie bar.

The Vintage dragster projects. Well... we MIGHT have one done by Sunday. Has a rock stock 292 inline-6 in it. Steering went in today, need to finish the rest of the cage and some scatter shields... oh yea and the brakes... ;D

I just upgraded all my safety gear so I can sit out in the open in a dragster, just in case. I know why we need it in an open c0ckpit car, but it seems somehow overdone that a person needs that much gear to run a 9.9@78 in the 1/8th... ...lol... Patch is thinking 84mph, I'm gonna stick with 78 as my estimate. Although I made that estimate when we had the farmer 4-speed in it. Now it's a 350 trans. Maybe I'll have to update my guess to 80. I think it's gonna have traction issues with the street tread tires. no slicks on that baby. "OLD SCHOOL".

Steve should you personally take ill on raceday, rest assured knowing that I could step in with fresh nomex undies to save the day. Just putting that out there...

[Buicknut Starkey]

Well I finally got the carb to react to the idle screws after the 3rd time of removing it. Gave it a little try in the shop and it is going to be fun. No tranny brake so leaving will be somewhat sheltered. This thing sure likes its gas it will go through 3 gallons in no time. Man this is going to be fun.
Rick

[danomt]

Jun 1, 2009 9:36:52 GMT -5 Buicknut Starkey said:

Well I finally got the carb to react to the idle screws after the 3rd time of removing it. Gave it a little try in the shop and it is going to be fun. No tranny brake so leaving will be somewhat sheltered. This thing sure likes its gas it will go through 3 gallons in no time. Man this is going to be fun.
Rick

Hey Rick, sometime a while back ya just need (maybe 5-6 gallons of race gas) Hope this will burn reg gas.

[Buicknut Starkey]

Dan
As of now I have used 1 1/2 gal of 110. That made the first 5 gals. No doubt going to have buy more than I had anticipated :obut not drums anyway.
Rick

[danomt]

Jun 2, 2009 9:26:15 GMT -5 Buicknut Starkey said:

Dan
As of now I have used 1 1/2 gal of 110. That made the first 5 gals. No doubt going to have buy more than I had anticipated :but not drums anyway.
Rick

ha ! thats what they all say. This is a progressive disease and you are very much in the denial state. As you reach more advanced stages you will start and run the car just for the high you get from smelling the race gas. Thinkin about just putting fuel in the generator, would be cheaper to run. DanO

[Buicknut Starkey]

Ok Ok Ok
My name is Rick
And I have racing problem, I haven't raced in 248 days.......

[danomt]

May 30, 2009 0:15:25 GMT -5 ratikal said:

Lets here from the rest of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

.
I think we are ready..??

Vega, changed oil, hoping for a couple of hundreds, maybe wash if we have time.

Chevelle, retired, new rules too tough for me. Soo

Nova, the new eye car. bought turn key. That means it ready to go. We will see. may wash but seemed pretty clean.

Now why does it seem we have been thrashing, o yea been working on others Got to help the cause. Dano

[killerbee20]

Jun 2, 2009 14:28:09 GMT -5 Buicknut Starkey said:

Ok Ok Ok
My name is Rick
And I have racing problem, I haven't raced in 248 days.......

<crowd of 15 or so repeats in unison> "...Hi Rick..."</end crowd>

<Rick continues> "...It started out with the race gas... and when I ran out, I found myself with a plastic 44 oz cup from Ezzies laying underneath peoples cars, hoping for a few drips. I told people it was for my lawnmower... "<now sobbing with his head in his hands, Rick continues>"... I, I.... I don't even own a lawn mower..."<now openly weeping>

The weeping goes on for a few minutes while a well meaning stranger rubs Rick's back in a show of support and compassion for a fellow human being. Through the weeping Rick thinks to himself, "... Wait a second that's no stranger, it's Bill Webly, he hasn't owned a car since Eisenhower was president... What can he know of my pain and suffering?" Indeed, Rick was right. Bill had only been coming to the meetings since he found out about the free coffee and cookies. Ricks actual suffering was of little concern to Bill as long as the coffee was hot and the cookies in good supply. Bill wanted to put on a good show of support for the others to justify, if only to himself, sweeping what was left of the cookies into a small bag on his way out the door after group. Even Bill Webly, the cookie stealing freeloader that he was, had a conscience.

Realizing the awkwardness of the situation, Rick stands up, drys his eyes and runny nose on his sleeve. Almost instantly, courtesy of a cold chill on his arm, he realizes that he's not wearing a long sleeve shirt. The old woman sitting next to Mr. Webly grimaces at the site but says nothing. Glancing down to check the time, Rick can't tell if it's 4:30 or 5:30 as the mucous has impaired the view of what some have commented to be "a darn fine watch". He grabs his coat and heads out to his car, all the while fumbling for the keys in the right front pocket. The seat feels warmer than usual and the sun beating down on his face gives hope to a new day. Rick dries his arm off on the leg of his trousers, the good pair he was given as a gift to wear to church last Easter. The shifter, expertly attached with duct tape, feels good in his hands and he realizes he doesn't need any group to tell him what to do. He already knows.

With a twist of a rusty key he fires the engine. It idles like a well tuned and mucous free watch. The faces of the others in the group now line the windows and look out in wonder at the scene that is unfolding before them. With the throttle held to the floor, and floating the valves, Rick drops the clutch on the big Buick and the tires spray rocks and gravel all over the building and blows the windshield out of the car parked behind him in the street. It's the car of the Chief of Police. Reading the reports later, the chief is surprised by how 15 people looking out the window at his car failed to "notice" anything out of the ordinary or ID the perpetrator.

In a cloud of smoke, the car sputters to a stop at the end of 250 feet of black marks. Now out of gas, again, Rick realizes how he got into this position and shakes his head in disgust. He also hopes nobody notices that the smoke smells more like clutch than tires. He looks back up the road and thinks to himself, you know, it's possible those black marks were there before I started. Sheepishly he looks around and thinks, "it's just kids, what do they know about tire smoke?"

At that instant, a voice is heard over the soft ting, ting, ting of a cooling header collector. It's the quiet voice of a child. Rick looks over through the smoke, and on the corner is a group of 3 children with what looks like a lemonade stand. A shoddy looking affair which really makes a mockery of the lemonade stands of old. "whatever happened to a quality lemonade stand", Rick thinks to himself. Curious as to their intent, he opens the door, which falls of it's hinges and hits the ground with a metallic thud, followed by the spray of broken side window glass.

The smallest of the children, now wiping glass off the counter of the stand is the little orphan boy, William Henderson. Will looks side to side and then comments to his friend Charlie, "that was clutch smoke". Rick remembers little "Will" as the boy that cut his lawn last year and charged him $75 for a solid 35 minute effort. It was a pitiful job of mowing, even by child standards.

"What you got there"?, asks Rick. "You outta gas mister?" says little Will. Rick looks down and nervously kicks at some of the broken glass in the street and says, "yea, I ran out... again". "You wanna buy some gas mister?" asks little Will, now with an innocent eyebrow raised over his left eye. Rick looks over at the stand, past Will, and recognizes a 55 gallon drum of fuel with the word "Starkey" on it...

Some say the next season of racing was among the best Rick had ever experienced. Others believe that Ricks car has never carried the wheels better than it did that year. Bill Webly, sitting in the stands, realizes he hasn't seen young Will Henderson in a few weeks. He wonders to himself why Starkey felt it necessary to mention how he had "accidentally" broken off his key in the trunk lock the day he quit coming to the support group.

When it comes to wheelies, the poetic justice of the old saying, "where there's a Will, there's a way" was not lost on Rick.

[Buicknut Starkey]

Now that was too funny ;D
Rick