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RACING IS LIFE
Monday, July 22, 2024
Racecar Roadkill
Thursday, July 11, 2024
Balance = confidence
For the past few weeks I’ve been bleeding. Bleeding brains, knuckles, patience, but mostly just bleeding my brakes. Over and over again. The new rotor and caliper were easy enough to fit, not really but they went on in a few nights. But I couldn’t get the air out. More like couldn’t keep air out. I’d get em good and then after a day or a during a test drive they’d go squishy. I found the used sprint car willwood caliper to have loose fittings behind the bleeders so I went and tightened em up until they snapped right the fuck off. So I bought a brand new caliper and it was firm juice for a day so I went and had new brake lines made a couple days ago. All good until again after a day they feel just a bit less firm… wtf! So I keep the pedal ratchet strapped down over night while it sits loaded up on the trailer ready to go racing tomorrow on a mountain side. I hope I have brakes when I need them.
Sunday, June 30, 2024
One week with a Norwegian, two Arkansasians and Moped Dick
Not long ago, maybe a two months ago, I found myself on a conference call with the lovely people I went to Bonneville with 5 years ago but got rained out and ended up having a really good time non the less. The talk of going back to the salt came up and all were in favor and than the proposition was raised to go this summer... " Why not?" was said. And again; "Why not?" And go.... operation attack of the fastest 50cc, most powerful 2-stoke per displacement commence
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Alex (2StokeStuffing) is not only one of the most interesting minds but.... aw shucks.... |
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Engineer Don. Out front of my shop. |
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Don, Alex, and Jim doing the Data |
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Space monkey getting ready to space monkey |
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Layla disapproves of my work |
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Out skirts of Mack Colorado is about 70 feet different than the Bonniville |
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Lots of Rainer was drank during the late nights. |
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I think we broke and welded the pipe four times or more. Some furious harmonic sonic |
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Friday, June 7, 2024
Care Bear Rage Cage upgrades
I hate to admit how many hours I have into this aborted mash of mechanical shift linkage. It reminds me of one of the shits that no matter how many times you wipe your ass it still just shitty!
The cable is going to be much better than all the tubes, bell cranks, and heim links. Also used some old handle bars for a shifter I won't be able to bend when down shifting like a crazed Rat Fink adrenaline junky.
Up grading the rear rotor to a 3/8" thick Paul Bunyan flap jack and a Wilwood sprint car caliper.
Sunday, May 19, 2024
Between my ears
First Hill Climb race of 2024. First race in the new car. Built the little sombitch from scratch and I am a might bit proud of that. Fuck I love Hill Climb racing. So much concentration. So much preparation and anticipation rammed into a small period of seat time to make shit happen. I started learning young without really knowing it but what is between the ears is so much more essential than what is below your ass. Still I have read so many books trying to pick up some insight or race craft or even engineering knowledge but when the dust settles it is really all about just making decisions and acting on them.
I told myself a bunch all winter building this car that I needed to hang up my leathers and focus on the car if I wanted to do good with it. Changing in and out of leathers 8 plus times a day leaves no time to adjust suspension or hardly even top the gas tanks or check tire psi. But when it came time to register for the first race I just could not leave that motorcycle class alone. Be it another $200. FTW -Forever Two Wheels. Friday before the race I figured I better drag out my trusty Hill Climb Special 450 class record setting Pikes Peak bike. She would not start. No compression. Checked the valves. They were good. Long over due for a rebuild but WTF. Must be stuck ring. So I drag out the big ol XR650R despite reservations about my self preservation. Mental confidence is all that matters. To compound the mental load of the first race weekend, be it Mother's Day. I made a deal with my Mom many months ago that I was bringing Nova to the races with me this year but I would need Nana to watch her while I was on track. And of course this weekend we can't leave Nova's Mom at home. So they both showed up 24 hours after me and Nova. While I was on the track and Nova was hanging out with her new paddock buddies. Oh and my sister decided to show up with her 4 month old baby and uncle Martin who had stomach flu. No sweat, I can focus on the task. The big ol bike was like an old comfortable glove, dexterous and effective. after Saturday's practice/qualifying I was below my best course time and only a few seconds off course record. The only course record I don't have. So I spooned on a new tire, while grilling burgers on the charcoal, helping Nova with her out door potty going, 3 weeks off diapers, keeping the moms happy, and thinking about what to do with a pleasantly capable race car. In it's first day of competition I was qualified 3rd in class only 4 seconds behind my motorbike time. Sunday. Race day. Bike run first, I break the record. Sweet! First car run I get a red flag and wait for an hour or so on the mountain. Finally the ambulance goes by and then the tow truck with my competition's mangled remains. Consequences are real in Colorado Hill Climb. The road is drying out quick and getting dry slick like marbles on top of concrete. Finally I restart as the starter lets my daughter wave the green flag. I am putting in what feels like a pretty damn fast run, nearing the top I run wide exiting a known car eating corner, I feel my out side rear tire float a bit but have trajectory to stay on the road but my mistake cooks me wide into the next corner, I try briefly to throttle out of the oversteer situation but quickly abort and yank my hand brake so as to spin out staying on the road. But I get flustered trying to spin back around and end up stopped on the road with no reverse and not enough room in front. I cause my first red flag in ten years of hill climb. I spend the next 2.5 hrs at flag station 6 while two other vehicles go off the same corner. One an atv, the other a BMW rally car that flipped twice as it went down the near cliff through all the scrub oak sounding like collapsing building. Everybody was ok. Two more red flags and finally I make it back down to the pits and my family. My family attending their first hill climb. My wife is cool and has made it to Lands End many times but this was everybody so it was different. I knew the road was not getting any faster so I sat out the 2nd motorcycle run focusing on getting my car's rear brake to not lock up; A characteristic it developed coming down from the last run. I found cracks in the in board rear brake rotor and decided to throw in the towel. A bit of a bummer because I am sure otherwise a podium finish was capable. Next race... Live to see a next race...
Wednesday, May 15, 2024
2STROKE STUFFING Back to Bonneville 2024!
Monday, April 29, 2024
The art of thrifting - (hording)
I aint good at much but I do reckon I am good at getting as much as possible from as little as close to nothing as any other self funded racer. It comes natural after enough years of chasing stupid plastic trophies and meaningless championships. The thousands of hours rehabbing injuries and not forget the least unsettling smell of a blown up engine coasting to a stop. All the struggle and the strife lead to few options for a desperado hell bent on never giving in and making the most at this one shot we get living a life on a rock hurtling through space. Racing: a reason to be better than those miserable adults you knew when you were not yet an adult. Either give up and give in to being a washed up old racer instead of a washed up old punk rocker who chose racing over religion, corporate greed, or conformity. Or give every bit of myself to a great cause. A reason to feel good. Is that so much to understand. Perhaps to those never afflicted with the addiction of motorsport racing. I reckon I aint got nothing I can explain to such folks. I am doing my best and that is all I really can say.
Saturday, April 6, 2024
A quest for quality
I have read Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance a few times. Once because of the tittle, again to try to understand the plot, and then a few more times because the more sense it made the less sense I could make of anything. I reckon it is that whole philosophical ponder into morals, a life worth living, a quest into quality. Undefinable quality. I have no idea why I started this post with this. I haven't touched that tattered book for a long time. Like long before I ever started to doubt my superpowers. The internet is funny. like in a funny clown that you don't know when it goes from making you laugh to the bloody machete massacre. I miss the days when only your mom's dusty old photo album could scare you with candid embarrassing photographs from your past. The Pikes Peak interviews, the self-posted proclamations on social media, the interweb persona... what a load. Don't get me wrong I love to express myself. On this blog more than anywhere else. But shit this new age of sharing your life online is beyond exhausting. Downright ridicules maybe, at least in my opinion. I reckon what I am itching at is my obsession with finding quality over quantity, while I amass as much material, mindful, and cosmic junk as I can possibly get greasy, throttle happy hands on....Yeah, quality over quantity.
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