She Was Pulling On My Johnson
Yesterday, I made the first three hard passes on the Whale — each a little harder than the one before. I was shooting for the 10.0 Index for this first event (while I get use to the car, ensure nothing falls off a completely new car that has never been raced, and to break-in the motor), and felt like short-shifting it at 6500 would get me there.
The first pass was a Time Trial. The above photo is of that pass. I launched off the footbrake at 2500 and shifted at 6500. I have a lot of gear in the car — and the car started breaking up at the 1000′ when I hit 7000 RPM. I lifted enough to stay just under 7000 — which gave me a 10.6 at 120MPH. Despite a hard burnout to break in new slicks — I had a crappy 60′ at 1.47.
In the pits I find that the top end chip was a 7000 chip and so I changed that out to a 7500.
For my only qualifying run (I missed the first of two NSS was given), I lowered my launch to 2300 — and the wheels came up much higher with my 60′ improved slightly to 1.43. This time I shifted at 7000 (so I wouldn’t be crossing the line as such a high RPM), and did a 10.10 @ 133mph.
That made me #6 qualifier out of 14 racers in the event — and matched me against my son Dallas who was #9 on the ladder.
I lowered the launch still again to 2100 and the front end came up much higher (although it didn’t really carry them very far as it was out of the power band of the motor) and I again shifted at 7000. Dallas was the faster car and I was in the right lane — making it harder to see him coming up on me. I’ve had a terrible crick in my neck for the last couple of weeks, and can’t turn my head at all. I could hear Dallas coming up on me — but couldn’t look over my left shoulder to see him. He thought I was going to breakout (by more than I did, most likely because the difference in our lights — his not being the worse) and so he lifted.
I screwed up. I was a little distracted by a big cross wind gust that moved my car just past my clearing the stands, and I just couldn’t see where Dallas was. I honestly didn’t think I could break out, and so I didn’t drag my brakes. I gave him the round by breaking out by 2/100 second.
That’s my story — and I’m sticking to it.
All in all — I don’t think the car or I did too bad in our first three passes, especially considering I went a full second faster than I have in the last 18 months. To me — the difference between 11.0 in the Vitamin C, and 10.0 in a cross-wind with a wagon, is a big one.
The car feels good. I’m using Doug Duell’s old Dynamic convertor — but he sets his car up to launch at 1900 and shift at 6500 to achieve his 9.75 Index. Damon has the horsepower band in my engine in a higher RPM Range (it feels like it starts pulling hard at 5500 and is still pulling very hard when I’m shifting at 7000 — making me think that for the car to go as fast as its potential — it wants to shift at closer to 7500) — so I think I need to get a new convertor that flashes higher as my power is made higher.
I also need to experiment with shock settings, launch RPMs, and 4-link adjustments.
That said — I think I can right now consistently make the car dependably run 10.0s for the NMCA Points (not wearing stuff out as fast — plus the comfort of no neck brace, no net, no 3-ply suit, and an open helmet), but be able to turn up the wick for 9.5s-9.75s for non-points races that pay more for the FX classes.
After watching a week of Chairman Obama doing his Victory Lap and Spiking The Ball, when we all now know he had to be tricked into authorizing going after Obama — the below comparison comes to mind.
“Thanking Obama for killing Bin Laden is like going into McDonalds and thanking Ronald McDonald for the hamburger. It’s the guy cooking the burger that should get the credit, not the clown.”
So, you thought you’d seen it all, eh?!
THE MEMORIAL STONE
Billy died . . . . His will provided $30,000 for this elaborate funeral.As the last guests departed the affair, his wife, Joyce, turned to her oldest and dearest friend, Jonelle. “Well, I’m sure Billy would be pleased,” she said.“I’m sure you’re right,” replied Jonelle, wholowered her voice and leaned in close. “How much did this really cost?”
“All of it,” said Joyce .. “Thirty thousand dollars.”
“No!” Jonelle exclaimed. “I mean, it was very nice, but $30,000?”
Joyce answered, “The funeral was $6,500. I donated $500 to the church. The whiskey, wine, food and snacks were another $500. The rest went for the Memorial Stone.”
Jonelle quickly computed the total of $7,500 and said “$22,500 for a Memorial Stone? My God, how big is it?”
Joyce answered, “Two and a half carats!”
The Nostalgia Super Stock movement has long been an NMCA favorite, transporting fans back to the glory days of ’60s muscle car drag racing. New for 2011, the Dave Duell Classic, the largest Nostalgia Super Stock event in the U.S., will take place at the NMCA Muscle Car Nationals at Beech Bend Raceway. Watch as upwards of 100 of the coolest Nostalgia Super Stock racers converge on Bowling Green in honor of Dave Duell, an instrumental racer and ambassador to the Nostalgia Super Stock movement across the country.
The web site with current press releases, driver’s swag listing, previous DDC results, and photos can be found at www.DaveDuellClassic.com.
1-minute event video with the Texas Whale doing a burnout, Vitamin C launching, and Dallas getting his trophy for winning the 7.0 Index.
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When I was a kid — we lived in San Marcos, TX where we had a huge pecan tree in the front yard. Everyday we kids would go and pick up the dropped pecans for my ma to use in cooking.
We were pretty poor and didn’t eat real well — but Sunday morning was the best meal of the week. After returning from St. John’s — my Dad would fry a pound of bacon and cook a dozen fried eggs in the grease while we kids would make a loaf (they were shorter then) of toast from “Day Old” bread (10 cents a loaf for day old compared to 12 cents for fresh), and occasionally a loaf of raisin toast. Occasionally my mother would make Cariocas — which was a WWI invention my Grandfather from Venezuela started as a tradition. I need to do a recipe for that some day.
About once a month, we would replace the toast and eggs on Sunday breakfast with my mother making Pecan Cinnamon rolls — starting the night before.
She would start the night before with making the bread dough — but today we can buy frozen bread dough — making the job a lot easier. Here’s how I do it a couple of times a year for my family. It makes two cookie sheets worth (about 24 good size rolls total).
Start the day before
Damn — just writing this has me Jonesing!