The Facebook Nazis ban me for 30 day for Chickenshit again.
The Facebook Nazis ban me for 30 day for Chickenshit again.
Last week was NMCA’s fourth race in the point series, held at Route 66 Raceway in Joliet, IL. My wife had just had surgery on both feet, so it was just us boyz – my Chocolate Lab Buster and me. We took “The Thug”, which is a car I’d just finished a couple of months ago and need some data on. Its first race was Bowling Green, where I broke a rocker shaft. The next race was the Hot Rod Reunion, where I only got three passes and was fighting a couple of problems. This would be its third event.
Monday morning I loaded up the stacker, and headed out Monday at about 2pm, as I wanted to avoid Houston’s traffic. I drove 300 miles to Atlanta, TX, where I parked in Walmart’s parking lot over night, and loaded up the coach’s fridge with groceries and adult beverages.
Tuesday, I had a leisure morning, leaving at 10am and driving a little less than 500 miles to Sikeston, MO – which is the last known Walmart parking lot in that direction that I know will not give me a problem parking on the far side of their lot.
Wednesday, I again had a leisure morning and leaving at 10 am for the 350 mile drive up the middle of Illinois, known for ticketing rigs as long as mine for over length. I arrived at the staging area (the NASCAR Track across the street from Route 66) at about 4 pm. About ten years ago that would have me 3rd in line, but this year there were at least 100 racers ahead of me. Wednesday night there was a new record of over 350 racers in line for this race.
Thursday, morning in the past would have the track start moving vendors in at 10 am, and racers at 11 am. This year, to the surprise of almost all of us, they started moving us in at 8 am. We (Rollie saved spots for Doug Duell, 00Joe Ewing, the Frees Brothers and I) got to the pits at 10am and I was set up, credentials established, and car teched in by noon.
I paid the $40 (now there’s a racket!) for test and tune, and that opened at 1 pm. I wound up being the first car down the track.
I’d checked my left weight box and it was empty, and I assumed the right was also, and so I didn’t check it until after the 1st pass, where I found 58 pounds. That put me in an awkward position between the 9.50 & 9.75 index (with breakouts for NSS). I took the weight out and decided to see if I could get close to the 9.50 index by shifting at 7200 instead of 6800, where the car still felt like it was pulling.
That didn’t buy me near enough, and it appears 6800 is the right shift point.
I pulled a plug to see if I could increase timing or lean jetting, but it appears I was where the timing and jetting should be. I had pulled one of the two batteries, and was about to pull a seat to drop 100 pounds, but Doug talked me out of that plan. Good plan Doug! So I put them back in, loaded both boxes with weight and headed to the lanes for a third Time Trial Hit.
I waited in the staging lanes for three and a half hours while I saw some cars go through twice. It pissed off a lot of racers. There were a ton of wrecks an oil downs causing chaos.
By the time I’d gone up to race after sitting for 210 minutes with the cut off switch on, and not enough of a charge on one of the batteries, I barely got the car started – and had only 11 volts. I backed out and only had 4 volts by the time I got back to the pits.
Friday we had two Qualifying hits. The first at 8:30am. The car did a monster wheel stand (I’ve not put wheelie bars on the car yet) and was too fast at 9.71.
We waited a long time for the second Qualifying, as there were again a lot of oil downs. I was dead nuts with a 5. That moved me to number two, behind Jeff Frees who was dead nuts with a 2.
Saturday morning at about 8:30 am we were called for our third qualifying. I thought I was set on kill to try for dead nuts with a 0 or 1, but I ran a 9.77. We did have to wait, and weather changes fast in the mornings. Also My 60′ was a little off. They were hand spraying just as we were pulling in, and didn’t give any time to dry. As a matter of fact a video shows someone spraying in back of my car as I was staged. It might have been that, but from then on my car seemed to lose a little more each pass.
In the first round on Saturday night I had Geary (pronounced Gary, as it threw me off for years) Bates. Long story short, he gave me lane choice last time and I gave him lane choice this time. He wanted Left so he could use his door mirror to watch me come up on him. I’d set my car up for a 9.73 and did a 9.76 all out. Geary took a little too much stripe (14.5.’ according to “Run Completion”) and broke out with a 10.48 on 10.50.
Sunday morning Round Two was against a pretty black 67 10.0 Chevelle that I don’t recall seeing before. He came to my trailer and told me he’d been racing for decades, quit for a little while, recently started again, and had been to a couple races I been at. I offered him lane choice, and he also chose the Right Lane. This round was a gift. As my light counted down I lost focus because he’d not left before me, and I had a .109 light. I was even more confused when he’d still not left when I did. He had a .289 light. I gave it less than full throttle and just stayed a fender ahead of him for a 9.99. I couldn’t use the run as data as it was so screwed up. I didn’t even enter it.
At about noon, Round Three was against Kurt Neighbor kn his 9.50 yellow 65 Comet. He’d been both tough on the tree and running the number all weekend. I asked him what lane he wanted, willing to flip if he wanted Left, and he wanted the Right lane, which I feel is correct for the faster car. I bagged three and we had a great race (look at the package at the bottom of the below ticket) with me dragging the brake and a little lift at MPH cone .
Since I was the number two qualifier, won my first three rounds and there were 23 racers, I won a Bye for the fourth round. It was a good thing I had the Bye. After Round Three, I attached the charger to the charging terminals on the car and started the generator. While I was doing this Jeff Frees and his entourage stopped by to congratulate me for the close race, and then Kurt stopped by. By the time they called us for Round Four, I realized I never plugged the charger in. When I started the car, I barely had 16 volts. The last time I had to start to move into burnout box, it slow cranked and I had 14 volts for my burnout. It stuttered badly after my second gear shift, and I just drove it at 4000 RPM to get off the track. I kinda was surprised it wouldn’t run with 14 volts. Anyway, I was glad it was a Bye. I hurried back to pit to put the charger on at 25 amps, and it was taking it all.
Kevin Gass was the winner of the other Semi. He came to my pit wanting the Left. By then I had made 7 of my last 8 passes in the Left lane, and wasn’t looking to switch, so we flipped. Thanks Bobby Barrick for a heads flip for me. They called us in less than a half hour and my batteries were still taking all 25 amps. I had a hair above 16 when I started the car, and a hair under when I staged. I was dead right from the hit with a 1.39 60′ and then a stutter. I never could catch Kevin.
While I wanted the win more than you can imagine, Kevin is both a great racer and a nice guy, so if I had to lose to someone…
Being an old one eye fat man racing without help, it took me until 9 pm to tear down the pit and load up the trailer. Being it was late, that I’d had a few cold adult beverages, and that I was tired — I decided to stay overnight at the track. I showered and got to bed at about 11 pm.
Monday, I was up at 5 am, had breakfast, walked Buster and pulled out into the fog at 6 am.
I drove hard and non-stop — pulling into my shop (almost 1200 miles from the track) at 11:58 pm on the same Calendar Day.
This morning , I unloaded the trailer for a major disappointment. I stopped every couple hundred miles to take a click or too out of the straps. However, I didn’t for last 300 miles because of heavy rain. Outside Lufkin I had to lock the brakes up and swerved into the next lane because of an idiot. I should have stopped and checked the car’s straps, but I didn’t.
I’ve got my bud Randy Standsbury, who painted the car, coming next week from Louisiana to fix it for me before the Norwalk race. The car will also be gone through to see where a little speed might picked up from.
Here’s a track photo from the NMCA Gallery.
Thursday and Friday was chaotic with all the oil downs setting the schedule hours late. However Saturday and Sunday went very smooth, especially for the number of cars racing. NMCA has their stuff together.
I’d like to thank my sponsors, but on this car I have none except the battery hold downs from Aerospace Components, which are pretty nice pieces and some help from Mancini Racing with an annual credit for misc parts. On this car, I paid for the new brakes, headers, fuel system, converter, and every single other part on the car. Missing a couple of years (family and car issues) hurt me in the help department. I feel like I’m coming back with this car and the wagon, which I’m just starting to rebuild. I hope to have the rust knocked off me and the cars by the end of this year, and come back next year with a vengeance. While far from probable, with five rounds and #2 Qualifier Points, if I was to run the table on the last two races – and the right people fell on their face – I have a chance still. Weirder stuff has happened, and it doesn’t hurt to think BIG.
Can literally stop bird shit in mid air!
Coach filled with water and secured for travel, air checked on Coach and trailer tires, Thug and Golf cart are loaded and strapped down, race and generator gas jugs are filled, limited amount of spare parts and supplies are attic of stacker.
Now I need to recover from near heat stroke, pack and load my clothes and personal crap, and shower then we’re ready for
Buster and Dave’s excellent adventure
to the Obnoxious Mustang Racer Nationals in Joliet. Will will leave at about 2pm to get under tomorrow’s Houston morning rush hour traffic with a five hour drive to Atlanta, TX for the night, and to load up on groceries and Lone Star beer.
and the bartender asks, “Your Usual Mr. Brennan?”
Tax money to Democrat election coffers
Or is that what the Deep State wants you to believe with their planting of evidence? John McAfee.
It’s a trap!
I bought a bunch of Echos for my house on Prime Day. My daughter asked me if I wasn’t concerned about the Deep State, as recently the government subpoenaed the Alexa records of an Arkansas man from Amazon.
I considered that before buying Alexa, but I figured what the Hell. They already have all of my texts and phone calls. All of my emails and banking transactions, All my movements from cell phones and facial recognition from city street and toll cameras. All of my credit card charges. All of my facebook posts. All of my medical records from Obamacare. Their satellite cameras can look in my bedroom window. My cars and trucks have black boxes that report my car’s diagnostics, and a microphone they have control of. They have every Google search I’ve ever made and every site I’ve ever visited. They can take over every camera, phone computer and TV; smart refrigerator and washer; door bell or flood light camera; or anything else with a camera or microphone. My electric smart meter tells them how much electricity I’m using in any given moment. How much more help can Alexia give them on what channel I watch or what music I’m listening to?
If you think you are free from Deep State tyranny, you’re pretty stupid. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah_Data_Center
You might pass this along to your family and friends. You are far from Free!
The Liberal “Deep State” culture of “King Making” at the FBI started Long before Obama, Hillary, Mueller, Lynch, Kerry, and Comey. It most likely started with the creation of the FBI precursor (the BOI – Bureau of Investigations) in 1908. Power corrupts and Absolute Power corrupts absolutely. I’m going to shoot a few time line facts out, and I encourage you to spend a little of your own time researching, as it is very interesting. Its a very tangled web where one strand touches another, that touches yet another. The CIA, IRS, DOJ and now the NSA are just as guilty of the same weaponizing against its political foes as the FBI, but on their own individual track of doing so.
In 1924, J. Edgar Hoover was appointed director of the BOI, greatly intensified its power when it was reformed as the FBI in 1935, and stayed on as Director until his death in 1972. How does one stay Director for 48 years when only one other before or after has made it five years? In the case of Hoover – blackmail.
In April 1950, Hoover created a very large unit called the “Sexual Deviates Unit”. Every agent in the was instructed to report any observance of sexual transgression (for instance a married man with another woman, homosexuality, other perversions…) of every politician and any other public figure directly to the Associate Director of the FBI. The Associate Director was the Number Two in the FBI, and he’d filter if it was valuable enough to turn over to Hoover. Hoover, a life long Democrat who hated the Republican Party, kept this information in his safe. He had everyone by the balls, and many politicians would not challenge (or would drop out of the race against) Hoover’s choice for President. No President dared fire him, and he took down President Harding with the Teapot Dome Scandal just prior to being made Director (most likely his reward) of the BOI.
In 1972, Mark Felt was the number two to Hoover, good friend of his, a registered Democrat, and the person who gave Hoover the dirt on politicians and celebrities. He personally despised the Nixon White House. In one meeting at the White House when asked if he’d help remove Hoover, he let a couple of Nixon’s men know that he was the one who filtered the dirt for Hoover. It supposedly put the upper echelon of the White House in a panic – wondering how much dirt the FBI had and on who.
On May 2, 1972 Hoover died at home. He was 77-years old. Felt immediately oversaw the destruction of the contents in Hoover’s private safe. It is said that the DOJ asked for the contents, and Felt told them it was empty.
Felt had expected to get the Director’s job upon Hoover’s death, but Nixon went outside the FBI for his Director by appointing L. Patrick Gray, who was a Republican. This angered the entire top level at the FBI. Gray was ostracized by Deep State FBI leadership and always kept out of the loop. He was as Feckless as Sessions is as Attorney General today.
On June 17, 1972 “the Plumbers” were caught breaking in the Democrat Headquarters at the Watergate Hotel. The scope of this article is not to get deep into the details of Watergate, but I want to point out that Nixon’s re-election campaign manager James Mitchell was also his Department of Justice’s Attorney General. The FBI reports to the DOJ. Remarkably, the four men who were responcible arranging for the plumbers breaking into Watergate were recruited from the FBI and CIA by Mitchell. Kinda tells you about the DOJ and the FBI. In a nutshell, what brought Nixon down was that Mitchell (Nixon’s Attorney General) told Gray (his Director of The FBI) to immediately shut down the Watergate investigation, which he did. This angered Mark Felt, who became Woodward and Bernstien’s snitch, Deep Throat. The rest is history.
Things at the Department of Justice and Upper management at the FBI haven’t changed since the early 70s. Only those in the secret society of the Deep State make it to the top positions. People like Rosenstein, McCabe, Strzok, Comey, Mueller — and those people only and always cover for people like Obama, Hillary and Kerry. People like Sessions go in thinking they’re going to clean things up, but if they’re not a member of the Deep State – their office winds up being a mop closet.
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