Slow old poop
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- Jul 24, 2005
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Cedar Rapids,
Iowa
What's the old saying? If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck.
Here's a report from the NASA race at Autobahn, in Joliet, Illinois.
DAY MINUS 1
Friday. Mike the Mechanic (Mike Willis, my crew chief) shows up Friday morning for some last minute prep, in hopes of getting an early start. If we leave by 2pm, we can get to the track by 6, stake out a spot, unload the car, have an early dinner, and get a good night's rest.
Uh, oh. Mike puts in the Scanmaster, fires up the Eclipse, and notices that the O2 sensor is not putting out a signal. Problem #1. Wiggling the wires at the sensor gets signal spurts. So, out with the new O2 sensor, and in with the old. This, of course, requires pulling the radiator, etc., and putting us about two hours behind schedule. We get to the track at dark, unload, and set up.
Autobahn Country Club is one of those places springing up around the country where a bunch of ROWGs (rich old white guys) shell out $100,000 each and pay $30,000 a year in membership fees to have their own race track and country club. No golf or tennis there, just racing. Member facilities are superb--big paved paddock areas, private garages, etc -- but guests (us unwashed NASA types who rent the track) have to pit in the grass and share a one-holer toilet. Still, a very nice facility.
(I can visualize a Chicago billionaire sitting out on the deck of the club, sipping a cup of cappucino and nibbling on canapes, and calling out, "I say, Jeeves, old boy! Kindly get the Porsche, air the tires and bring it around. I think I'll run a few laps, what?" But I digress. Back to racing.)
DAY 1
I have no NASA TT license, so NASA sticks me into the HPDE3 group (passing on straights only), so I can do a few laps with an instructor and get signed off to run TT. All goes well. The chief instructor rides along whilst I learn the new track, observes me in a few careful passing maneuvers, and signs me off. By the time we get all the paperwork done, I miss the TT run group, so I go out in HPDE3 again.
Meanwhile, Mike is checking over the car. The bolts holding the turbo to the manifold had loosened, the turbo gasket was leaking, and the hot gases were starting to melt my timing belt cover again. Problem #2. Mike tightened up the bolts, cut up a Coke can and rigged up a heat shield between the turbo and the cover. Off I go again.
Running again in HPDE3 worked well, because I am still learning the track, and there are some very fast cars in the group. I followed a very fast, very experienced Corvette driver for a few laps, and picked up the line.
Back to the paddock. We've been running 10 psi boost, and Mike and I want to kick it to 15 psi for the next session. Alas, the top adjuster portion of the manual boost controller broke off somewhere on track. Problem #3. Mike replumbs it to run waste gate pressure directly, which still gives me 10 psi. Oh, well.
Out I go for my first real NASA TT session in TTB. Hoo boy! It is everything that Greg Collier and the other folks have been claiming all these months! It is REAL racing -- fender to fender and pass anywhere you like. No need to let anybody by. If they can't pass, tough! You are under no obligation to move over and give them a point. In fact, NASA tells you to maintain your line -- make the passer go off line to get by.
I did, however, let the AMS Evo by without making a fuss. When you see a 650 hp Evo TTU car coming up from behind, you get out of the way. That car should be fitted with lights and sirens, because it is a rocket ship.
AMS is AutoMotoSport in Chicago. More about them anon.
We were three wide down the straights, passing in corners, outbraking folks, and having a wonderful time! I wound up about 2 seconds down on the fastest TTB cars, including a blue Mustang that had decals that said "2004/2005 NASA National Champion." Not too shabby.
Next session, I cut two more seconds off my lap time, and came in third overall in TTB, behind two modded M3s, and ahead of the blue Mustang. Alas, I also came in on the hook.
Coming out of 5, making the 3-4 upshift, I couldn't find a gear. The tranny had been doing that all session, but this time I couldn't find any gear. The engine died while I was rowing the shifter around, so I coasted off to the corner station at 6, and parked it next to the guardrail, well out of the way of traffic. It wouldn't start. Just click-click-click on the starter.
When we got it back to the paddock, Mike immediately pulled the timing belt cover, fearing the worst. Whew! The timing belt was intact. But the motor still wouldn't turn over. Mike pulled the starter, and it was OK.
Mike started to put jumper cables on the battery when he found problem #4: The battery box had cracked, allowing the battery to move around, and it broke the cable terminals. So Mike fixed that. Meanwhile, I am in my usual helpful position -- sitting on the trailer, chewing my fingernails, and hoping that Mike figures it out and it won't be expensive.
Even with the battery terminals fixed and a jumper, it still won't turn over. Mike tried to turn the motor over at the crank pulley with a 1/2 in. bar, and found resistance...which suddenly let go, and the motor turned. Bummer. What did we do? Break a crank? Mike--one of the most careful mechanics in the DSM world -- decided to drain the oil and filter and take a look. So we did that. Looks OK. Put in a new oil and filter. Nothing left to do now but try again, now that the resistance is gone. We crank it a few times with the plugs out, and it sounds OK. Put the plugs in, and it starts! Hooray!
However, when I push the clutch in, we hear very loud grindy noises. Now what? Did I fry the clutch? Break the throwout bearing? Bend a clutch fork? Something is terribly wrong.
Erik and the boys from AMS stop by to consult. "Pull the tranny," he says. "I'll go back to the AMS shop in Chicago tonight, and bring you whatever you need--clutch, pressure plate, throwout bearing, flywheel, clutch forks, just name it -- call me in an hour and a half, and tell me what you need." How about THAT for DSM support?
So, Mike and I start to pull the transmission. It's 6:30 at night, we're 106 miles from Chicago, it's dark, we're wearing sunglasses, and we're on a mission from God. (Oops, that was the Blues Brothers). Well, except for the sunglasses, that's all true. So we start in on it, preparing to get the tranny out of there in 1.5 hours. Then the monsoon came.
It is pouring down rain. Although the car is under a canopy, we are still getting soaked, rivers of water are running down the tarp, its is darker than the inside of a dead cat, and the flashlights are starting to give out. Mike calls Eric, and tells him the situation. Eric says, "I'll bring EVERYTHING you might need." Once again: How about THAT for DSM support?
DAY TWO
We come back in the morning at 7 am, dry everything out, and start in again. With enough light to work by, Mike finds the problem: We broke off one of the mounting ears on the block, where the tranny bolts up, and the tranny had shifted. Problem #5. We are dead now. Nothing we can do but put it back together, put it on the trailer, and go home.
I was so impressed with the AMS guys, we'll be hauling the car back to AMS to get it fixed. They claim they can weld the ear back on with the engine in the car, so we don't have to pull the motor. I am also going to have them install the DSM Link, put in a two-stage boost controller, and dyno-tune the car.
Do these AMS guys know what they are doing? Let's see...the Evo, running in TTU, won its class on Saturday (dunno about Sunday); Martin, the dynotuner specialist, runs his Evo in HPDE3, so he understands how to tune a car for road racing; and the welder/fabricator guy who will fix my car was there at the track. Yes, I'd say AMS knows a ton about road racing DSMs and Evos. I dunno what the rest of you DSMers have for support across the country, but us flyover people have AMS!
In a nutshell, I am ecstatic at how well the car runs, I enjoyed myself immensely, and we found a tremendous support mechanism at AMS.
The downside, of course, is I broke it AGAIN.
Rich
Here's a report from the NASA race at Autobahn, in Joliet, Illinois.
DAY MINUS 1
Friday. Mike the Mechanic (Mike Willis, my crew chief) shows up Friday morning for some last minute prep, in hopes of getting an early start. If we leave by 2pm, we can get to the track by 6, stake out a spot, unload the car, have an early dinner, and get a good night's rest.
Uh, oh. Mike puts in the Scanmaster, fires up the Eclipse, and notices that the O2 sensor is not putting out a signal. Problem #1. Wiggling the wires at the sensor gets signal spurts. So, out with the new O2 sensor, and in with the old. This, of course, requires pulling the radiator, etc., and putting us about two hours behind schedule. We get to the track at dark, unload, and set up.
Autobahn Country Club is one of those places springing up around the country where a bunch of ROWGs (rich old white guys) shell out $100,000 each and pay $30,000 a year in membership fees to have their own race track and country club. No golf or tennis there, just racing. Member facilities are superb--big paved paddock areas, private garages, etc -- but guests (us unwashed NASA types who rent the track) have to pit in the grass and share a one-holer toilet. Still, a very nice facility.
(I can visualize a Chicago billionaire sitting out on the deck of the club, sipping a cup of cappucino and nibbling on canapes, and calling out, "I say, Jeeves, old boy! Kindly get the Porsche, air the tires and bring it around. I think I'll run a few laps, what?" But I digress. Back to racing.)
DAY 1
I have no NASA TT license, so NASA sticks me into the HPDE3 group (passing on straights only), so I can do a few laps with an instructor and get signed off to run TT. All goes well. The chief instructor rides along whilst I learn the new track, observes me in a few careful passing maneuvers, and signs me off. By the time we get all the paperwork done, I miss the TT run group, so I go out in HPDE3 again.
Meanwhile, Mike is checking over the car. The bolts holding the turbo to the manifold had loosened, the turbo gasket was leaking, and the hot gases were starting to melt my timing belt cover again. Problem #2. Mike tightened up the bolts, cut up a Coke can and rigged up a heat shield between the turbo and the cover. Off I go again.
Running again in HPDE3 worked well, because I am still learning the track, and there are some very fast cars in the group. I followed a very fast, very experienced Corvette driver for a few laps, and picked up the line.
Back to the paddock. We've been running 10 psi boost, and Mike and I want to kick it to 15 psi for the next session. Alas, the top adjuster portion of the manual boost controller broke off somewhere on track. Problem #3. Mike replumbs it to run waste gate pressure directly, which still gives me 10 psi. Oh, well.
Out I go for my first real NASA TT session in TTB. Hoo boy! It is everything that Greg Collier and the other folks have been claiming all these months! It is REAL racing -- fender to fender and pass anywhere you like. No need to let anybody by. If they can't pass, tough! You are under no obligation to move over and give them a point. In fact, NASA tells you to maintain your line -- make the passer go off line to get by.
I did, however, let the AMS Evo by without making a fuss. When you see a 650 hp Evo TTU car coming up from behind, you get out of the way. That car should be fitted with lights and sirens, because it is a rocket ship.
AMS is AutoMotoSport in Chicago. More about them anon.
We were three wide down the straights, passing in corners, outbraking folks, and having a wonderful time! I wound up about 2 seconds down on the fastest TTB cars, including a blue Mustang that had decals that said "2004/2005 NASA National Champion." Not too shabby.
Next session, I cut two more seconds off my lap time, and came in third overall in TTB, behind two modded M3s, and ahead of the blue Mustang. Alas, I also came in on the hook.
Coming out of 5, making the 3-4 upshift, I couldn't find a gear. The tranny had been doing that all session, but this time I couldn't find any gear. The engine died while I was rowing the shifter around, so I coasted off to the corner station at 6, and parked it next to the guardrail, well out of the way of traffic. It wouldn't start. Just click-click-click on the starter.
When we got it back to the paddock, Mike immediately pulled the timing belt cover, fearing the worst. Whew! The timing belt was intact. But the motor still wouldn't turn over. Mike pulled the starter, and it was OK.
Mike started to put jumper cables on the battery when he found problem #4: The battery box had cracked, allowing the battery to move around, and it broke the cable terminals. So Mike fixed that. Meanwhile, I am in my usual helpful position -- sitting on the trailer, chewing my fingernails, and hoping that Mike figures it out and it won't be expensive.
Even with the battery terminals fixed and a jumper, it still won't turn over. Mike tried to turn the motor over at the crank pulley with a 1/2 in. bar, and found resistance...which suddenly let go, and the motor turned. Bummer. What did we do? Break a crank? Mike--one of the most careful mechanics in the DSM world -- decided to drain the oil and filter and take a look. So we did that. Looks OK. Put in a new oil and filter. Nothing left to do now but try again, now that the resistance is gone. We crank it a few times with the plugs out, and it sounds OK. Put the plugs in, and it starts! Hooray!
However, when I push the clutch in, we hear very loud grindy noises. Now what? Did I fry the clutch? Break the throwout bearing? Bend a clutch fork? Something is terribly wrong.
Erik and the boys from AMS stop by to consult. "Pull the tranny," he says. "I'll go back to the AMS shop in Chicago tonight, and bring you whatever you need--clutch, pressure plate, throwout bearing, flywheel, clutch forks, just name it -- call me in an hour and a half, and tell me what you need." How about THAT for DSM support?
So, Mike and I start to pull the transmission. It's 6:30 at night, we're 106 miles from Chicago, it's dark, we're wearing sunglasses, and we're on a mission from God. (Oops, that was the Blues Brothers). Well, except for the sunglasses, that's all true. So we start in on it, preparing to get the tranny out of there in 1.5 hours. Then the monsoon came.
It is pouring down rain. Although the car is under a canopy, we are still getting soaked, rivers of water are running down the tarp, its is darker than the inside of a dead cat, and the flashlights are starting to give out. Mike calls Eric, and tells him the situation. Eric says, "I'll bring EVERYTHING you might need." Once again: How about THAT for DSM support?
DAY TWO
We come back in the morning at 7 am, dry everything out, and start in again. With enough light to work by, Mike finds the problem: We broke off one of the mounting ears on the block, where the tranny bolts up, and the tranny had shifted. Problem #5. We are dead now. Nothing we can do but put it back together, put it on the trailer, and go home.
I was so impressed with the AMS guys, we'll be hauling the car back to AMS to get it fixed. They claim they can weld the ear back on with the engine in the car, so we don't have to pull the motor. I am also going to have them install the DSM Link, put in a two-stage boost controller, and dyno-tune the car.
Do these AMS guys know what they are doing? Let's see...the Evo, running in TTU, won its class on Saturday (dunno about Sunday); Martin, the dynotuner specialist, runs his Evo in HPDE3, so he understands how to tune a car for road racing; and the welder/fabricator guy who will fix my car was there at the track. Yes, I'd say AMS knows a ton about road racing DSMs and Evos. I dunno what the rest of you DSMers have for support across the country, but us flyover people have AMS!
In a nutshell, I am ecstatic at how well the car runs, I enjoyed myself immensely, and we found a tremendous support mechanism at AMS.
The downside, of course, is I broke it AGAIN.
Rich
Good luck getting it fixed and getting back out there! I hope I can start doing stuff like this in a couple years when I get out of school. I get excited just reading about it...
I like getting up over 100 mph a couple times in one lap

