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Just about to head out for the 5 hour trip to Taupo for some track time tomorrow & I'm just going thru my checklist.

There's your basics:

Oil
Water
Brake Fluid
Spare petrol
Overnight bag
Tool bag
Small Trolley jack
Rags

Then there are the gadgets:

Mobile phone
MP3 player
Laptop
Camera
GPS

The race gear:
Fireproof suit (no cape)
Helmet
Shoes
Set of 4 rims + race tyres
Datalogger
Stopwatch

Finally there are the snacks:
Bottle of coke
3 packets of S&V Hula Hoops

No room left for the wife! So that's why I bought a 2-door. [}:)]



Never say die. At least not while you're still breathing.

Well that must have been one stupid joke too many.

With the car packed I fired it up & there was no oil pressure!. Turned it off, turned it on again. Nothing. Whacked the oil pump with a hammer & turned it on again. Nothing. Took oil pump off, inspected it, nothing obvious, packed it with vaseline & turned on motor. Oil pressure back! [:)] This takes over 3 hours & it is now after 5pm but I'm still keen to go. However. While the bonnet is up & the motor idling I see the alternator getting a bit of a wobble on & I find the front alternator housing has snapped just above the bolt hole. Bugger!! No chance of getting another alternator at this time of night so it's declared a bust. Weekend called off.

Beer o'clock.

Final nail in the coffin, because the Mrs had planned a weekend by herself she'd gone & hired a swathe of chick flick DVDs. [xx(]

While I was in the garage a ex-patriot Britisher walked past with his England Team jacket & English Bulldog & I couldn't resist think out loud & I said "You English make terrible cars."


Never say die. At least not while you're still breathing.

Hay Peter, you are bringing all this trouble on yourself. You're
giving the thing too much warning, with all this packing of spares &
gear.

If I'm going somewhere, I pump up the spare, & check the wheel
brace, & jack are there, a few days before the trip. Then I get the
car, throw a couple of spare pairs of jocks in the boot, & go.

You should never give your car time to get nervous with all this
preparation. If you are going to cart all this gear around with you,
you had best fit a tow bar, & stick all that gear in a trailer. A
tow bar is good protection from the MG boys, too, with their lousy
brakes, for those track days.

If you hook the trailer on quick like, & shoot through, the car
won't have time to throw a wobbly at you.

Pity about the track time mate.

Hasbeen

Nothing like a good chick flick and spending time with the wife, though!

jclay

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OK, OK, so I have fat fingers!!

Yeah, I like to spend time with the wire too.

The GF sneaks those in on occasion. Says it is a comedy & part way through I realize I have been Chick Flicked!!

Too bad about the car. I just did some track time with mine this past tuesday evening. Still having to conserve the brakes. I'm now thinking I need to get the rears to do a little more work to help out. Just when you think you are done, another project looms.

Jim Underwood
72 MGB BRG
80 TR8 Persian Aqua
If women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy.

Well if you wanted a car that starts everytime, never breaks down and can only be serviced my the main dealer you should have got a Toyota. Then you could watch chick flicks with the wife every weekend [:D]

I am starting to think that my car is smarter than I am.

I would never have noticed that broken alternator mount if I hadn't had the oil pump problem & it would've either have failed or thrown the fan belt in the middle of nowhere. Broken alternator mounts don't have a red light so the car had the conjure up a problem that did have a warning light for to get my attention.

Or it could've been a coincidence.

But this track day was part of a series I don't usually do so missing it had no consequence. If it had been the Intermarque series at Manfeild I would've lost club points.

So I've just spent a day working round the house when I should've been ripping up the asphalt and instead of feeling bitter I had to conceed I really was being more usefully employed getting the house ready for the sale. I did over the garden, fixed a light fitting & then cleaned up the garage. Finally as a gesture of forgiveness, considering I was pretty pissed I was yesterday afternoon, I washed the 7.


Never say die. At least not while you're still breathing.