....you realize everything is all in the balance, nowt is certain in life, except death of course, unless you're Ras Al Ghul or Connor McCloud of the Clan McCloud. I'm once again talking RC car racing, so look away now if you're not interested.
Round number "Meh" of SCRCs summer series saw a woeful turnout of 11, which is still just more than the number of actual friends I have, but alas. A bit of practicing saw my awesome SWorkz S350 evo2 have a funny 5 at the far side of the track, causing it to leave the track unannounced. This was a continuing theme throughout the day.
In the 2nd round, The rear prop shaft came undone, giving me only fwd, which sucked. So not a full distance there. Round 3 saw more interference, much to my annoyance.
This saw us up to a lunch break, at which point I went to go out for practice, only to find my starter box seized, I have a blue SMD box, they have that orange idler on the belt don't they!, mine had melted, and to the belt itself. I cobbled something together using an assortment of wild berries, twigs and beetle shit and I was back in the game for the last round of Q (that's qualifying, not John de Lancies character from Star Trek: TNG)
This last round saw me break out the just as awesome 350T, this had no such interference issues, but the rear prop shaft did come loose, wtf, again? Like John McClane, I was once again the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Final, I'm in the A, although that in part was down to numbers rather than my ability to dazzle people with my deft radio skills. After I found a pit guy (cheers Bernie) as I thought the guy who I pitted for would return the favour but didn't, I was away and showing people that the SWorkz boyz "don't take no crap", except when once again, I was too gentlemanly and decided to let the leader through. This made me wander off line and I caught a track marker, pulling a front shock shaft from it's ball joint, and thus collapsing the front end.
Thanks to Steve Hamilton though who had an allen wrench handy to put it back together again and Bernie who chucked some fuel in, I was back, like those two old blokes from Trading Places who end up as tramps, but make an appearance at the end of Coming To America.....
.....Once Steve figured out that my starter box is mounted the other way round that is. My starter box is set so I have the exhaust facing away from me (wing to the left). This was a common sense/ engineering decision. After all, who in their right mind wants to be spurted with nitro fumes while stood next to the damn thing!
So I finish 4th (last was 5th, who was Steve, who retired through a mechanical) but take away some points, and as Valentino Rossi would say: "we taker away theee errrr.... points, which is velly guud for thee championship, no"
That's quite enough movie references too. Next stop: Clanfield SRS, not been there for a while, might dig my Monster Truck out.
Ciao
Sunday 17 July 2016
Sunday 10 July 2016
A week in the life (aka boring shit)
SOoooooo.
Had Monday and Tuesday off work, rode motorbikes, did diy on the house, drank tea, laid in the garden and unloaded car from Sundays race (see previous entry).
Back to work on Wednesday, proper sucky. Really wasn't feeling it and made sure everyone in my vicinity knew about it too. Perhaps not the best decision, but I'm 40 now so I think I'm allowed.
Wasn't feeling the rest of the week either, but Thursday saw me out on the bike again with Jason and Rik. An evenings bimble to Alton for sausage and chip supper, then onto the roundabout for kneedown exploits. Trip to the hill saw Jason stack his bike through a slow corner, no ones fault, it just let go on him at the rear. After we saw him home, I was on my way home which saw me get pulled by the filth.
If you're ever in Cosham, at night, and intend on heading toward the hill, or Widley et al, watch out for Cliffdale Gardens. The coppers hang out there with a Doppler radar gun and take money off you in exchange for endorsing your license with insurance unfriendly marks. The fucker admitted they go there for revenue too....after he turned his camera off.
Friday saw another evening out, this time with the RC cars, at a local park, alongside me were Simon buggy man (not his birth name) and Sean (his birth name). We had a few E eighths, and some 10th scale cars. We broke stuff, I went home and ate chocolate while watching and episode of "the 100", which I'm just getting into.
Saturday was spent in the workshop working on the 350 Evo for next sundays club meet at SCRC, and then wifey and I went dancing in Wickham at the "Wickham with Rhythm" night. Sunday hasn't been the best, but that's life.
Tomorrow is Monday, so in hindsight, Sunday should have been better.
TTFN or some crap like that
Had Monday and Tuesday off work, rode motorbikes, did diy on the house, drank tea, laid in the garden and unloaded car from Sundays race (see previous entry).
Back to work on Wednesday, proper sucky. Really wasn't feeling it and made sure everyone in my vicinity knew about it too. Perhaps not the best decision, but I'm 40 now so I think I'm allowed.
Wasn't feeling the rest of the week either, but Thursday saw me out on the bike again with Jason and Rik. An evenings bimble to Alton for sausage and chip supper, then onto the roundabout for kneedown exploits. Trip to the hill saw Jason stack his bike through a slow corner, no ones fault, it just let go on him at the rear. After we saw him home, I was on my way home which saw me get pulled by the filth.
If you're ever in Cosham, at night, and intend on heading toward the hill, or Widley et al, watch out for Cliffdale Gardens. The coppers hang out there with a Doppler radar gun and take money off you in exchange for endorsing your license with insurance unfriendly marks. The fucker admitted they go there for revenue too....after he turned his camera off.
Friday saw another evening out, this time with the RC cars, at a local park, alongside me were Simon buggy man (not his birth name) and Sean (his birth name). We had a few E eighths, and some 10th scale cars. We broke stuff, I went home and ate chocolate while watching and episode of "the 100", which I'm just getting into.
Saturday was spent in the workshop working on the 350 Evo for next sundays club meet at SCRC, and then wifey and I went dancing in Wickham at the "Wickham with Rhythm" night. Sunday hasn't been the best, but that's life.
Tomorrow is Monday, so in hindsight, Sunday should have been better.
TTFN or some crap like that
Monday 4 July 2016
Musings of Mr C: Sunday at the Races
Musings of Mr C: Sunday at the Races: This sunday gone saw me partake in my second SRS meet (that
Sunday at the Races
This sunday gone saw me partake in my second SRS meet (that's Southern Regional Series, not Sexual Reassignment Surgery) at the scary at first looking KMRC circuit in Kent.
The wife and I roll up in the Octy at 07:16, having got up at 04:30 to leave at 05:30, winter coats loaded on board. I get the gazebo up before coming to terms that because I made a flask of hot water for Lei, and she packed the food bag, it's still my fault she had no tea bags. Ah well, moving on,
I book in and have correct money. I bump in to some familiar faces including an ever growing assortment of SWorkz drivers. I'm driving my new car today, the s350 evo2 LE, Once I swap shock oil, pistons (which I find I've mixed and matched front and rear) Thanks Kev for pointing that out, It starts to behave a little bit more and I can push it on the track. Qualifying was woeful, or I was expecting too much. Made the F final in 11th, which meant I wasn't anywhere near last, but not where I had hoped to be by the end of qualifying. In my defense, I had crashed a couple of times but also had to wait to be marshaled, sometimes a bit longer than I'd hoped. Not to mention my tyre (or lack thereof) situation.
My final was helped along by none other than the gargantuan figure of Paul Stumpy Taylor who politely accepted my request for him to pit for me. It wasn't helped along by the sniveling nipper who refused to marshal, despite having raced there all day and had just done his final. We waited while he was given words, then it kicked off.
Everytime race control announced the order, I was a place up. After 20 fun (except the dick who took me out over the last double as I passed him) packed minutes, I finished 4th, just missing the bump up to the E. I took my time in packing up, said my goodbyes and thanks, and we trundled off home,
Saw 3 major incidents on the M25, thankfully (or not) all on the eastbound carriageway, they included a motorbike on fire, some fire engines making the next one hard to see, and ambulances and central reservation making the 3rd also hard to spot. Rolled in at 20:30. Watched Arrow, went to bed.
Special thanks to Lei for making sarnies, Tony RC for taking the piss out of me cos Rossi fell off, Paul Taylor for helping with tyres, tips, and being shit hot in the pits and Kevin Brunsden for a couple of nuggets of information.
Next stop: Clanfield, bloody darn sight closer (8 miles) and I'll be making my return to the track I last raced on in '09.
The wife and I roll up in the Octy at 07:16, having got up at 04:30 to leave at 05:30, winter coats loaded on board. I get the gazebo up before coming to terms that because I made a flask of hot water for Lei, and she packed the food bag, it's still my fault she had no tea bags. Ah well, moving on,
I book in and have correct money. I bump in to some familiar faces including an ever growing assortment of SWorkz drivers. I'm driving my new car today, the s350 evo2 LE, Once I swap shock oil, pistons (which I find I've mixed and matched front and rear) Thanks Kev for pointing that out, It starts to behave a little bit more and I can push it on the track. Qualifying was woeful, or I was expecting too much. Made the F final in 11th, which meant I wasn't anywhere near last, but not where I had hoped to be by the end of qualifying. In my defense, I had crashed a couple of times but also had to wait to be marshaled, sometimes a bit longer than I'd hoped. Not to mention my tyre (or lack thereof) situation.
My final was helped along by none other than the gargantuan figure of Paul Stumpy Taylor who politely accepted my request for him to pit for me. It wasn't helped along by the sniveling nipper who refused to marshal, despite having raced there all day and had just done his final. We waited while he was given words, then it kicked off.
Everytime race control announced the order, I was a place up. After 20 fun (except the dick who took me out over the last double as I passed him) packed minutes, I finished 4th, just missing the bump up to the E. I took my time in packing up, said my goodbyes and thanks, and we trundled off home,
Saw 3 major incidents on the M25, thankfully (or not) all on the eastbound carriageway, they included a motorbike on fire, some fire engines making the next one hard to see, and ambulances and central reservation making the 3rd also hard to spot. Rolled in at 20:30. Watched Arrow, went to bed.
Special thanks to Lei for making sarnies, Tony RC for taking the piss out of me cos Rossi fell off, Paul Taylor for helping with tyres, tips, and being shit hot in the pits and Kevin Brunsden for a couple of nuggets of information.
Next stop: Clanfield, bloody darn sight closer (8 miles) and I'll be making my return to the track I last raced on in '09.
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