tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44575162693325135392024-03-13T05:08:24.641-07:00lemons<p><p>Sponsored by <a href="http://www.autoricambi.us/">AutoRicambi!</a></p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-55159342421933416272011-12-20T17:44:00.000-08:002011-12-20T17:44:18.746-08:00And so it goesIt was a crazy weekend.<br />
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I left Austin about 7:15 Friday morning, and after some trouble with a slippy alternator belt on the Mercedes, made it to Decatur about 11:30. We had intended to test the car on the test and tune day, but various little things delayed us and we got to tech about 3 PM. Jay himself gave us the inspection (with a lot of raucous laughter in the background about how terrible the car was), and just then the car decided not to run. This generated even more laughter, and we pushed it away with a couple of tasks remaining on the tech sheet.<br />
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Unkinking a fuel line and installing a front exhaust mount got us through tech, and there was just less than an hour remaining in the day for testing. Collin took it out, made some laps, and came back saying the brakes were working, but that the car lurched pretty heavily to the left upon braking. This spoke to me of a seized right rear caliper, but not having any spare calipers handy we decided to run it as it was until Csaba could bring us a set.<br />
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Spank himself showed up in our space Friday evening and gave us a quick hand in fixing our kinked fuel line, for which we were grateful. Saturday morning dawned bright and cold, and we coaxed the car to start and then went off to the drivers' meeting. Then we came back, bundled Erroll into the car, and sent him off. I had literally barely walked from the paddock to the stands when word came over the radio that Erroll was coming back in. I ran across to pit lane in time to see Erroll drive into the penalty shed. I ran in and asked what happened - he'd gone two wheels off through the mud, surprised by the lurch the car gave upon braking. Hay told us to take the car back to our space, wash it, and figure out what was wrong. We did this (the clay was like glue, all over the left side), then I got dressed and took it back out.<br />
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The brakes were pretty bad, but I got used to the lurch and just automatically corrected for it. The engine was running far better than it ever had, and had plenty of power. The car still rolled heavily in the corners, but once I got used to it I was able to hold a line fairly well. <br />
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I had been out about an hour when the brake pedal started feeling soft. Having experienced this in 2009 at MSR, I was a little tentative with it for a lap, and it didn't get worse. I did another lap or two, and again started feeling some variation in pedal travel, but found that after a quick pump they worked great. In retrospect, this was a glaring sign that something was about to go wrong, and I was in fact considering pitting to check things, but they were working and I decided to hold off and see what developed.<br />
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What developed was a short three-way battle between the Macaroni Mustang II, the white #91 Celica, and me. I saw the Celica coming from behind, and on the back straight I managed to pass the Mustang (with a good deal of glee on my part, as passing is not something the Fiat does often). Then the Celica came flying past into the turn, and braked hard in front of me. I hit the brakes with plenty of room to spare, and the pedal went right to the floor without the least hint of resistance. I instinctively turned left into the turn to avoid the Celica, and the rear of the Fiat came out and smacked the Celica hard in the rear sending him into a 270 degree spin in front of me. He stopped facing right and I plowed into him with my remaining momentum.<br />
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We sat a few moments in shock, then he restarted his car and got back onto the track. I couldn't find the PTT button for the radio to answer Collin yelling in my ear, but I finally got the car started and trundled slowly off the track to the penalty box. I just let the car stall in gear, and Jay came out and yanked a piece of the broken grill off and offered it to me as a prize from the LeMons judges.<br />
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I drove back to the pits in first, at idle speed, and (thinking the problem was with our sketchy rear calipers) we disassembled everything and found them worn and grabby, but otherwise functional. Then we took off the front tires, and found to our horror that the left front inside pad had ground away to nothing, then melted itself to the piston which had finally popped out of the cylinder. The melted circle of pad is still stuck to the cylinder, as there was no way to remove it.<br />
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We replaced everything, and Glen took it back out after nearly two hours. The tire was rubbing a little on the smashed fender, but other than that things were better than we deserved. Jonathan went out next, and got flagged for contact (which according to him was just a close pass but no touching), and they yelled at him and let him go after I promised to have the judges saran-wrap him to the car if he screwed up again (bear in mind this was our 3rd incident of the day, but really the first due to crappy driving). We had just pulled off when Judge Scott came loping back up and said that the Timing and Scoring people weren't happy with us, and perhaps we had better find a traffic cone and bolt it to the car (the so-called Cone of Shame). Collin swiped a cone, and after frantic searching for nuts and bolts, and borrowing a drill, we bolted it on and Jonathan went back out.<br />
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Not much time had passed when he got a little excited and went two wheels off again. He came in and before he confessed I loudly said,"Whatever he did, he's done!!!" He confessed, and Jay leaned on the car and said he was sick of seeing us, and to just change drivers and go. Judge John suggested it would behoove Jonathan to sweep the absorbent up off the floor of the penalty box, so he did, all the while being heckled.<br />
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Collin took the car out and no incidents occurred for the rest of the day. When he took the checkered for the first day, we brought it back to the paddock and checked the brakes, to find they had worn right down to the metal again, after only four or five hours of driving. <br />
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We didn't have much to do on the car Saturday night, so just had fun, and Sunday morning we got Jordan in the car. He drove without incident, and turned it over to Erroll. It was driving considerably better, and at noon Judge John took it out for a spin, which excited us as we thought maybe he was looking at it for the Index of Effluency award. There was also a pretty tight race developing between us, the NSF Barracuda, and the Macaroni Mustang II for the Class C lead. After noon we passed the Mustang to take second place, and were about 30 laps behind the Barracuda. However, the Barracuda kept dropping out for various reasons (brakes, chiefly), and we narrowed the gap to 19 laps on one of their big outages. We swapped pads after the judge drove, and were good to go for the rest of the day, but the Barracuda came back out and maintained their lead. I got back in the car about 3, and finished under the checkered.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-52621278117256423222011-12-15T14:37:00.000-08:002011-12-15T14:45:06.740-08:00L'arrivée<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gEJuvJsE5I/Tup272eLCGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vxnVsAdZuH8/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gEJuvJsE5I/Tup272eLCGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vxnVsAdZuH8/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-53434053798257185962011-12-07T11:26:00.000-08:002011-12-07T11:26:32.364-08:00CageErroll took the car off to <a href="http://www.destroyerchassis.com/" target="_blank">Destroyer</a> last night for the cage work. They apparently got a little lost and made the poor guy wait for them. The car wouldn't start to get it off the trailer, which I think may be due to a bad cold start valve. Small hurdles though, and there's just a few critical things left to do!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-21631717088157672262011-12-05T10:47:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:47:19.583-08:00round all four cornersBack up to Dallas again. In spite of incipient bronchitis, we tackled the car again Saturday morning. While I took apart the leaky cam tower, the rest of the crew disassembled the Spider rear axle I had brought up and got out the axle shafts. They swapped perfectly with the shafts from the Brava, and now we had the mounts for the rear disc brakes, instead of the drums there before.<br />
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I found a broken bolt in the coolant tee, which is likely where our coolant leak has been. I managed to get the stub out with Vice-grips, and fortunately the first bolt I found in my pile of spare bolts fit perfectly.<br />
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Glen got a nice wiring harness and power points set up for our radios and camera.<br />
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Our friend Csaba showed up at this point, and brought a nice new gasket for the cam tower. I installed that, and he adjusted the valves for me. The crew in the back installed a couple of rear calipers from my stash that seemed to work (they are really hard to rebuild), and by that time the engine was back together and I went to install the new timing belt, only to find it was for an 1800 engine, not the 2-liter in this car. Fortunately, Csaba produced a spare and we installed that. I got the engine started, but it ran really badly and knocked, so we shut it off and inspected everything. I found that the auxiliary shaft had turned a bit during the belt installation, so I took off the belt again and set everything correctly, then installed it. Csaba found a loose exhaust manifold bolt which he tightened, and I took the plugs out and cleaned them. As I did that, I found that a rat had chewed our plug wires pretty severely, thus the missing. We routed them around to avoid grounding, then started the car again and it ran much more smoothly. It's still running rich and occasionally missing, but it's not bad at all.<br />
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The next morning Erroll and I bled the rear brakes, and the pedal feels really good now. While we don't have a parking brake, hopefully this will give us a little better braking than we have had in the past. We fixed the other broken bolt for the driveshaft mount, filled the gearbox with oil, and then I left - my work is done and the others will have to finish it up. Race is in two weeks!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-83270477680535862422011-11-28T09:01:00.000-08:002011-11-28T09:06:54.506-08:00Innards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Over the Thanksgiving weekend I fixed all the vacuum leaks, then drove it a few miles down the road for a car wash (total miles so far, five!), really an engine wash as there were decades of encrusted oil and dirt on the motor. It came out looking really good, and it drove well too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I then disassembled the rear suspension and replaced the shocks with the KYB GR-2 shocks I had mysteriously appear in my trunk. I am pretty sure I bought them right after the last race, but have completely forgotten from whom. Anyway, they're in. I noticed the driver's side trailing arms were pretty bent up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-68380163675822597722011-11-20T20:41:00.000-08:002011-11-21T14:26:41.312-08:00Rolling in my 2.0I went back to Dallas Saturday, and Erroll and Kendra brought the trailer over with the car. The trailer is a little bent up from the wreck. I found a good-sized dent in the front crossmember under the radiator of the Fiat but that was it, other than the rear bumper which had both torn partially loose from the bumper mount, and yanked out the rear bumper shocks. <br />
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We unchained everything and Collin climbed in, and it started instantly. He backed it off the trailer and we put it in Mom's garage and had a look. The AFM was gummy from aphids, of all things, but I cleaned it as best I could then squirted some DeOxit into it and that seemed to fix it. I found the cover in the trunk, which helped. Erroll vacuumed up all the broken glass that is everywhere from the other car. We started the car and let it idle, and it did ok, just running a little hot, and the muffler joints seem to be broken again so it's fairly noisy.<br />
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Next day we went to Pep Boys to get a few small parts, RTV sealant and such, and to my utter astonishment they had a new upper radiator hose for a Brava. This fixed the rigged hose with a kink that had been causing us some trouble with cooling. We fixed a few other little things then I took it for a spin down the street and back. The clutch is in pretty bad shape, so that's going to have to be fixed. The brakes are still really bad but work OK if stomped. I, however, know what they're like when hot, so something has to be done there.<br />
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Thanksgiving weekend is a big push, then after that we'll take it for cage work and to have the exhaust fixed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-8444476443230219582011-11-18T07:37:00.000-08:002011-11-28T08:53:14.012-08:00Tow Rig CrashCollin left for Dallas yesterday towing the Brava, and I snapped this pic of him leaving my house.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He encountered a sudden traffic stoppage on I-35 just north of Waco and some guy swerved into the shoulder ahead of him as he was trying to stop. Collin is ok, and the other driver unhurt, but the Jeep is probably totaled as the front is smashed in rather badly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The Fiat ripped off the rear bumper and crashed into the front of the trailer - damage is unknown but hopefully not fatal.<br />
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I finally pulled off the air intake hose to the manifold and poured a little gas in from the spout of the can. I tried to start it again, and the engine caught and ran for a second or two. So now I knew everything was working, and there was a problem with fuel delivery. Somehow either the airflow meter was sending a bad signal, the computer was bad, the injectors weren't getting a signal, or - maybe they were just stuck closed, which is what I was hoping although it seemed unlikely they would all stick closed at once. At any rate, it wasn't starting.<br />
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I left it alone for about a week, busy at work, and last night just randomly tried to start it again. Nothing happened, and I realized the emergency cutoff switch was being flaky. I wiggled it, the ignition came on, and I cranked the engine again. Two cylinders fired, and this time the engine stumbled and miraculously kept running, belching smoke and coughing on two cylinders while I did a delicate dance on the accelerator pedal. Then another one caught, and it smoothed out a little. It gained some revs as it warmed up, and then suddenly the last cylinder fired and it was running smoothly!<br />
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My excitement knew no bounds, in spite of the smoke beginning to pour from under the hood from a bad oil leak which had been caking on the manifold for two years. The injectors had apparently been stuck closed, and the cold start injector probably as well. The fresh gas sitting in the fuel rail must have dissolved some of the deposits - perhaps we'll run some injector cleaner through in our first tank of gas. The car sounded really good, missing occasionally, but it idled quite smoothly. We'll have to fix the various fluid and vacuum leaks, but we've taken a long step towards rectifying two years of neglect!<br />
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I got both cars out of storage and over to my house, so at least that is done. I plan to drain the gas from the Brava this weekend and put fresh in, and try to get it started. We ned to start scheduling work weekends for it, not a whole lot of time left before the race!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-28658230535223307422011-10-10T07:39:00.000-07:002011-10-10T07:44:29.752-07:00Now's the day, and now's the hourJust had a look at the team pages, and we've been accepted for the "Heaps in the Heart of Texas" race in December. I checked on the Brava in storage last weekend, and it was in pretty good shape, except the battery was dead, of course, and the cutoff switch appeared to be glitchy. But to my astonishment I found I had stashed a lot of useful parts in the trunk, including a brand-new set of rear struts. I have absolutely no memory of purchasing these and have no idea where they came from, but was very pleased to see them. Anyway, we'll get to work on it soon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-78159099489707951962011-09-15T09:52:00.000-07:002011-09-15T09:52:23.112-07:00Once more into the breach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/7mt8I6cvFsM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-21593042802083446162009-11-01T08:04:00.000-08:002009-11-01T08:04:31.205-08:00how the west was won and where it got usWhere to start....perhaps where I left off.<br />
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Erroll and Kendra took care of the cage installation in Dallas, while I flew to Toronto for a business trip. I had a 6AM flight from Toronto back to Austin on the Thursday before the race, which I had planned such that I would arrive in Austin about 10:30 and have lots of time to work on the car. As it happened, the flight was delayed, and Continental managed (even with the delay) to get my luggage on another flight. This was also the one time I had my car keys in my luggage instead of my carryon backpack. Let it suffice to say that after four hours of sleep and leaving for the airport at 3:45 Eastern, I still didn't make it home until nearly 1 PM (Central). <br />
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I had some errands to run - I went to Home Depot and various parts stores and got some 4GA wire for the kill switch, brake fluid, spring compressors, electrical connectors, and some other stuff. Erroll and Kendra weren't due until nearly 8PM, since they were also delayed, so I napped for a couple of hours. When they arrived around 8:30, we pulled the car into the garage and got to work.<br />
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Erroll started replacing the struts, and I tackled the leaky cam box. I got everything apart, and then to my horror realized Vick Autosports had sent me the wrong gasket - they'd sent the upper valve cover gasket instead of the lower. Fortunately, at some point in the past I'd ordered a complete Fiat 2L engine gasket kit which I had cannibalized for various parts over the years, but in it was the correct gasket. I replaced the gasket, and, with some trouble with the shim buckets sliding out of the cam box, I put everything back together, replaced the timing belt, and Erroll started it.<br />
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To my horror, the car, which had been running OK before, ran like utter crap. It missed randomly on two cylinders, belched smoke, and there was a horrible valvetrain noise that had not been there before. I shut it off, checked the valve and spark timing which was correct, and stood puzzling over it for a while with extreme concern. It suddenly occurred to me that, although I had been careful, I might have accidentally swapped shim buckets as they kept sliding out of the cam box. I got the feeler gauges and Erroll turned the engine over while I checked clearances. No. 1 was extremely loose (thus the noise), and No.3 was extremely tight. How it happened I could not imagine, but it was obvious I'd swapped the shim buckets for cylinder nos. 1 and 3. I took everything back apart again, swapped the stupid buckets, put it all back together, and the car started right up and ran well (although smoking like the very devil because of the oil spilled on the exhaust manifold). I literally collapsed with relief.<br />
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Another setback we had discovered was that the new accelerator cable was for a carbureted 131, not our fuel-injected Brava, and it was too short. I had cut the old cable (which was on the verge of breaking anyway) and so the car would just idle.<br />
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Erroll had finished one strut, and with the other small things we had done, it was 2:15 AM and we went to bed. I figured it would pass tech with one new strut if necessary, but we were woefully behind on everything else. Kendra had painted and put stickers on while we were working.<br />
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We got up at 6 AM the next morning. The race tech inspections started at noon and ran until 6 PM, and it was about a 3.5 hour drive to Angleton. We hurriedly packed, hooked up the car, chucked all kinds of extra tools and supplies into it (overpacking like the n00bs we were), and took off. I snoozed a little in the truck and then drove from Hempstead to Angleton. We arrived just at noon. On the way, I realized I'd left the front bumper to the car in the storage unit - we would just have to run the race without it.<br />
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Collin, with great foresight, had reserved us the last large canopy in the paddocks, and we pulled the car in there and got frantically back to work. Erroll set up the rest of the safety gear, including harness and extinguisher, and we started rebuilding the accelerator cable using the old tube and a new wire cable we'd picked up at an O'Reilly's in Giddings, for a GM V6. It worked, and I turned my attention to the kill switch. I had a lot of trouble with my ring terminals until Collin and Glenn brought me a pre-crimped battery cable. This took far longer than it should have done.<br />
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In the meantime, Jay Lamm, the race organizer, saw us and came over to admire the car. He was quite excited about it, but then he said "I have bad news - how are your welding skills?" I admitted that while we had a welder, I was limited in my skills, and he pointed out the flaw in our cage. The harness bar (which was really just the rear crossmember) was too low, and we'd have to have another welded on. There was a shop onsite that could do it. Collin called them and they said bring it by in a couple of hours, and it being now almost 2 PM, Jay said if we didn't make the 6 PM deadline for tech, we could bring it by Saturday morning before the race started. This was a big relief, and I continued working on the switch.<br />
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</div>With the switch and other problems still unrepaired, Longhorn took the car and then let it sit while they worked on the cars ahead of us (a lot of people had cage trouble). I took some tools over and kept working on the switch, and to my complete irritation managed to break off the flimsy aluminum leads to the heavy resistor that is supposed to bleed power from the alternator to avoid blowing diodes when the switch is thrown. I remembered something I had read somewhere and called Kendra, who happened to be at the parts store for another reason, to get a light bulb socket with leads, and some light bulbs for it. I wired this in and got the car running again, although the coil wasn't wired into the switch yet. Longhorn finally started welding on the car, and I consulted my Spider wiring diagrams to figure out which coil wire to cut. They finished the cage (by now it was dark) and also welded up the broken muffler brackets, and then we took it back over to work some more. I found the wire I wanted, cut it, wired in the switch, and then started it and threw the switch. The engine died, the bulb glowed, and everyone cheered!<br />
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Erroll got to work on the remaining strut while I fixed some loose wiring, and tried to tie down the stupid leaking brake fluid reservoir. After a long while it became apparent that some trouble was developing on the other side, and I found that Erroll had accidentally gotten the spring compressors stuck in the spring as he lowered the car. Everyone tried to figure out how to get them out, and finally after some judicious wiggling and tying a rope to the end to pull hard (which I think was Jonathan's idea), they popped out and we cheered again. <br />
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Everyone else left to go to the Tiesto concert, and I went back to the RV (which the team next door had kindly plugged into their huge generator), put my sound-cancelling headphones on, and crashed. <br />
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I woke up Saturday morning at 6, took a shower, and kept working on the car. Erroll joined me after a bit, and after fixing a few minor things, we suddenly realized that there was really nothing else to be done to it. The rest of the team showed up, we piled our gear in the trunk, and Collin drove over to the tech tent where it passed first try, all the while leaving a huge puddle of brake fluid which I passed off as from a loose cap. We went to the BS inspection next, and Phil, one of the judges, said "The Fiat! Here's my zero pen!" and wrote "0" penalty laps on the inspection sheet. Everyone crowded around alternately admiring and condemning the car, and then we trundled everything back to our tent.<br />
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The driver's meeting was soon afterwards, and then I ran back to the tent to get dressed, since I was driving first. I was starting to get a bit nervous, and then as the dressing progressed, and they belted me in, I was very nearly terrified. I got belted in, got the car started, and putted off in the direction (at least, after I figured out which direction) of the track entrance. I joined the line of crappy cars getting on, the man at the gate checked my driver's wristman,and I slowly drove down pit lane to the exit - and then I was on the track. Funny thing, when I was on the track my nerves went away, since it was really a lot better than, say, Dallas traffic.<br />
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We started under a full-course yellow, for practice laps to check transponders, and I passed first thing the broken-down Pinto wagon that had been in the paddock next to us. I was only going 20 mph or so, and then sped up on the shallow curve to the hummock, where the track goes over a small hill and suddenly turns right. <br />
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Up to this point I had only ever had the car up to about 20-30 mpg, just around the block a couple of times. But as I sped up, it was driving just fine - that is, until I hit the brakes and realized they ain't none, or at least were very bad. I followed the car in front of me, testing the brakes, and realizing they were slowly getting worse. The car was otherwise doing fine, and I hit 60 or so, and did a lap or two when the green flag dropped and chaos erupted. Cars flew past me on every side - I dropped a gear and sped up but realized a couple of inconvenient truths almost instantly: one, that nearly everyone had a much faster car than I did, and, two, the brakes were really getting bad. I pitted on the next pass, drove to our tent, and had to wait until everyone realized I wasn't on the track and ran back to the tent. Collin added some brake fluid and I went back out, but pitted again and this time Erroll discovered a leaky brake hose that he tightened.<br />
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This fixed the leak, but the brakes, to make a pun, turned in at best a halting performance. The fade was terrible, but they did reach a certain point of degeneracy and stayed there, so we ran the rest of our time with awful brakes and no front bumper. Fortunately, our lack of speed helped in this respect.<br />
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I got back out on the track, and really started racing now - short hard right turn, straight, gentle left curve, hummock, casual right, twisties, thenthe glorious long back straight ending in a hairpin right, another left, a straight, then a nice long sweeping left to a hard right and the front straight and the stands.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Su2xbGBOMdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O8r6PSHWTzg/s1600-h/Josh-Leaning+in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Su2xbGBOMdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O8r6PSHWTzg/s320/Josh-Leaning+in.jpg" /></a>Let me say here that I like the car. It tends to understeer, which is no surprise given the motheaten bushings and gooey rear shocks, but it was predictable. The torquey 2-liter was a lot of fun on the curves - I could hold it in third and make the long curves right at the limit of the car's grip, actually even staying with some of the faster cars, and the throttle was very responsive. My driving sucked, since it was my first time, and I lost a lot of time plowing through corners that I should have approached with a little more finesse. But the car really surprised me with its latent ability.<br />
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The gas tank had started giving up the junk living in its crevices, with all the fuel sloshing around. While we had cleaned out the tank (in fact it was the first thing we did), we obviously hadn't done a good enough job. We drained the tank, added new gas, tried again, but there was just too many particulates coming out. We ran 5-10 gallons of gas through, agitating the car, and Kendra ran and got us a couple of really big filters. We noticed that the particulates were getting finer and finer, so we slapped on the new big filter in place of the little one, and sent Collin back out after nearly two hours. Surprisingly, it worked. Collin turned in some good lap times (in fact, the best of all of us), and turned it over to Erroll, then Jordan, then Glenn. I took the last stint and really had fun. I came around the last turn and saw the checkered flag to end the first day. That excitement, to shoot past under the flag - it was a triumphant feeling, even though we were in 103rd place of 123.<br />
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The whole mood of the team had changed - we had all gotten to drive, all the problems thus far had been surmounted, and all we had to do was park the car while a lot of other people (including Saturday's leader) were frantically working on theirs. We had had no penalties, although Collin had nearly wiped out on the last turn in front of the stands.<br />
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The race itself was pretty clean. There were only a few contact events I saw (and someone lightly tapped us on the driver's side). Once, as I was coming around the long last turn before the front straight, a bright orange Mustang II came flying past me. I thought, "There's no way he's going to make that turn", and indeed he slid off the track and did a magnificent four-wheel drift through the infield, grass and dirt flying, for which he was summarily black-flagged and penalized. <br />
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Collin called me on the radio: "The checkered flag just dropped!" I made the last turn down the front straight and indeed, there it was - I shot beneath it and blew my horn down the straight, for, beyond my wilder hopes, we had finished the race. I came round on the cooldown lap (passing the broken Mini) and joined the line of cars getting off. As we came through there was a lot of cheering and congratulations, and the judges pounded on the car. <br />
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We succeeded past nearly everything I had hoped for - finished the race, which I didn't expect, did a lot better than a lot of other people, got no penalties, and even won an award which made Ian happy. The car survived with only a scratch or two and a few extra oil and vacuum leaks, and we'll do it again, without a doubt.<br />
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</div>I'll post the full story later, but we finished! I drove the last stretch, and saw the checkered flag at about 3:15. We placed 81th of 123, due to some fuel problems on Saturday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-78192154775252110642009-10-17T11:32:00.000-07:002009-10-17T11:32:42.344-07:00We've been mentioned on Jalopnik<a href="http://jalopnik.com/5382622/brava-gremlin-trio-of-air+cooled-vws-gird-for-next-weekends-battle-yeehaw-its-texas-lemons">Yeehaw It's Texas! Preview</a><br />
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We've been sponsored by <a href="http://vickracing.us/">Vick Racing</a>, please visit their web site!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-47880247102400274172009-10-14T07:46:00.001-07:002009-10-14T07:55:46.946-07:00home stretch<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Erroll dropped the car off last night for the cage and seat, and some random welding work. It started right up after sitting for a couple of days, so that's a good sign.<br /><br /></span><pre><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Remaining things to do when the car gets home -<br />I am pretty sure we can get it all done in time:<br /><br />1. try to fix the cam box oil leak, it's pretty bad. It might just need to<br />be re-torqued but probably not - may need a new gasket/sealant. (hard)<br />2. replace accelerator cable (looks fairly easy)<br />3. change oil, transmission and diff fluid (oil easy, other two medium)<br />4 replace air filter (5 min job)<br />5. flush and refill cooling system (easy)<br />6. install extinguisher (easy)<br />7. install kill switch (medium)<br />8. install harness (medium)<br />9. adjust clutch cable (easy)<br />10.replace shocks and struts (hard)<br />11. Grease the stupid emergency brake cable so at least it will unjam faster. (5 min job)<br />12. Install the camera and radio mounts<br />13. weld the broken muffler bracket (easy)<br />14. put some padding round the glass fuel prefilter (easy)<br />15. tape up external lights and mirrors (easy)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">16. Flush brake system and refill with racing fluid</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">17. Fasten down the stupid brake reservoir</span></span><br /></pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-80336952327760698302009-10-12T06:32:00.000-07:002009-10-12T06:50:51.250-07:00From desperate hope to plausible deniabilityYesterday, we got back to work and installed the hitch on the Tahoe for future towing purposes. Since the Brava was running (it took me a while to get used to the concept that I could easily move the car as necessary) I pulled it out in the street to make room for the Tahoe. After that job was finished, I went to pull it back in, and in the lightness of my heart, decided to take a spin around the block.<br /><br />I started off and turned left at the first street, and just then my temporary fuel line patch let go with a rush and sprayed gasoline all over my feet. I killed the car instantly, and ran back to the house in the rain to tell Erroll. We went back to the car and tried to push, but the sticky emergency brake locked the wheels again, so we went back and got the truck and a chain and hooked it up to the new hitch. I hopped in the Brava and Erroll pulled me down the street to circle back to the house. As we made the first left turn, to my utter horror the steering wheel locked. I reached to turn the key but realized it was still in my pocket, and the car was now swinging wide to the left. Erroll, unaware of my predicament, was still driving slowly ahead. I shouted and honked the horn (in a tiny, logical part of my brain I was quite surprised that the horn worked) as the car careened toward the curb and someone's back-yard fence. Finally as I came abreast of the rear of the truck, the taut chain yanked the front end of the car away from the curb, and Erroll, feeling the jerk, stopped and peered out of the window in astonishment. I found the key in my pocket, unlocked the wheel, and we got it back in the garage with no further incident.<br /><br />The first thing we did was to completely remove the stupid fuel line and reroute the whole thing with new tubing under the car, where it couldn't do any more harm. I clamped it down and then we rerouted the vapor lines under the rear deck, and fixed a few other small things. Erroll began ripping out the rest of the interior and I cleaned out the horrible trunk. I installed our fancy racing pins in the hood (required because the latch had stuck shut a few days before and I had to rip it out with a crowbar). We also found that the accelerator cable was fraying, so that will have to be replaced. I tried to adjust the idle but there are still a few vacuum leaks that need to be capped. However, it runs pretty well, just idling high and missing occasionally, probably due to the old plug wires.<br /><br />At the end of the day, it was just about done. The interior was down to the metal except for the dash, all the huge problems had been fixed, and we can race it as it is (although it drives like a truck with the bad shocks), after the safety stuff has been installed. We hooked it up to the hitch and Erroll and Kendra took it back to Dallas for the cage and seat, so I won't see it again until the Thursday before the race.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-73566861958530873082009-10-11T06:29:00.000-07:002009-10-31T10:50:22.733-07:00heroesErroll came down yesterday, and in a marathon session (including me solo for a couple of hours Friday night) we converted the Brava from a rusted heap with cracked tires, no brakes, no cooling system, a destroyed driveshaft, and two inoperative cylinders into a fairly smooth-running machine that I was actually able to drive around the block last night (with one working taillight).<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Sux4tDJ2EyI/AAAAAAAAACo/dX0GO8iHALo/s1600-h/driveshaft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Sux4tDJ2EyI/AAAAAAAAACo/dX0GO8iHALo/s320/driveshaft.jpg" /></a>Friday night I changed the timing belt and tensioner, and put the clean radiator back in. Earlier in the week I had a look under the car and found that the driveshaft flex disc was badly cracked, the rear transmission mount was so old that the rubber had gone to goo, and the center bearing cushion had disintegrated. I had parts ready and Erroll took the driveshaft out while I put the missing bolt in the water pump and put the alternator and its belts back on, and started rebuilding the complicated tangle of hoses that is the cooling system. Neither of us had ever worked on a driveshaft before, but I had some good theories which proved sound (and the shop manual) and we managed to get it apart, replace the center bearing and cushion, and get it back together without breaking anything. I had to modify a aged pair of needlenose pliers for the snap rings, since my snap ring pliers were useless (once again, cheap tools).<br />
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Once that was done, we turned our attention to the transmission mount, which was a weird problem. The mount is basically a piece of metal bolted to the transmission, which is sandwiched between layers of heavy rubber contained in the bracket which bolts to the car. Over the years, the rubber had gone very gooey and the transmission's weight had pushed the metal bracket down through the rubber, peeling it off and leaving a loose transmission (which could be easily shaken by hand). We took the bracket off, moved the transmission plate back to a semblance of its former position, and drilled a hole through all three plates and put a long Mercedes engine bolt through. It seems to work perfectly, we'll see how it holds up.<br />
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Highly satisfied with the driveshaft, we turned our attention to the brakes, which were not holding pressure. The front brakes were fine, fluid came out and all was well, but no fluid was at the rear brakes. I suspected the rubber hose at the rear had swelled, and just happened to have a new spare I had bought for the Spider years ago, which fit perfectly. However - still no fluid at the bleed screw. I loosened the "T" connection, and fluid dripped out there when Erroll pumped the pedal. I took a bleed screw all the way out and asked him to pump again, and fluid sprayed out all over my (astonished) face. I think corrosion had blocked the bleed hole, so we'll probably replace the cylinders today.<br />
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While all this was going on, Kendra had taken all the wheels to be re-tired, and found a really good deal for $70 to mount and balance six tires. We are running Sumitomo HTR-200 tires. 205/60 R13.<br />
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Our spirits improved considerably when the brakes held pressure and the new tires were on, and I tackled the cooling system, which required some fitting together since the hose set for a Brava is no longer available. I got a Spider set and with a good deal of pulling and pushing and cursing and judicious stretching and cutting, I got them all on and clamped (and don't I hope they all stay that way). A new thermostat made it all look cheery. Erroll finished bolting in the driveshaft while I replaced the raggedy magnetic pickup, and suddenly we were just about done for the day!<br />
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I filled the cooling system and found the missing screw for the pickup while Erroll installed the battery, and we cranked it up. There was an awful whacking sound, and after some investigation Erroll discovered I hadn't bolted down the distributor cap and had trashed the rotor. We stole the set from the Spider and tried again. It started but ran TERRIBLY - belching smoke, running on two cylinders, and, while the death-rattle from the water pump was gone, a howling arose that I sagely diagnosed as alternator bearings, while hoping desperately it wasn't something like auxiliary shaft bearings, or, God forbid, camshaft bearings. Erroll detected burning rubber, however, and we realized the alternator belt had somehow hopped off its pulley and was running on the power steering pump pulley, where of course the power steering pump lived and was valiantly fighting to retain its claim.<br />
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That fixed, we restarted the car and everything was much improved - it was still missing and smoking but we warmed it up and after a while it started to run much better. I plugged the fan back in and it worked, and we let it run for a while. The longer it ran, the better it got, and after a while I dared to drive it down the street. The rear brakes were dragging, but other than that it did just fine - clutch worked, transmission worked, no crazy noises from the differential, and no overheating. We were happy as Italian clams, and put it and ourselves to bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-48583581276284893962009-10-04T13:07:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:00:04.008-07:00Phase I completeNot really, here's a list of tasks remaining:<br /><br />- Reroute fuel supply line under the floor.<br />- Reroute vent and overflow lines under the rear deck<br />- Cover holes in rear deck with sheet metal<br />- Reinstall radiator, hoses, thermostat, and tee fitting to head and associated wiring<br />- Finish bleeding brakes<br />- Replace timing belt<br />- Replace the single bolt on the water pump :(<br />- Reinstall alternator and belts<br />- Replace the cracked flex disk, center bearing cushion, and bearing<br />- Replace pickup, clean plugs, and tune<br />- Fix remaining vacuum leaks<br />- Finish removing interior pieces and get cage, seat, switch, and extinguisher installed<br />- Get tires installed<br />- Check muffler<br />- Check rear transmission mount (there's something rattling under there<br />- Paint a big "09" and related decorations on the sides, and put <a href="http://vickracing.us/">Vick Racing</a> stickers on (that's our sponsor! please visit!) and let Ian paint a quarter panel.<br /><br />I'm going to stop messing around now and go work some more on some of this stuff. I'm glad to have all my brothers, brothers-in-law, and Glen on the team, but I do wish some of them lived down here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-90224677964514410522009-10-04T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-04T11:51:01.849-07:00all's well that ends if not well, then short of disasterI woke up this morning and the first conscious thought I had was, "I have to get that broken stub out." I removed the new water pump (the broken bolt had, of course, been the last one in), and got my little Craftsman extractor kit and my drill. (I would like to mention my Makita cordless drill here - i've had it for 12+ years, abused it heavily, and it's been great.) I started drilling with the reverse bit and to my astonishment the stub spun right out - it wasn't even tight. It makes sense now, of course, because the bolt doesn't tighten into the threaded socket, it tightens the pump against the block. Anyway, I was pretty happy, although I have to find a new bolt now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Ssjt8CTQHcI/AAAAAAAAACY/vh9cLa4hMM4/s1600-h/DSCN4253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/Ssjt8CTQHcI/AAAAAAAAACY/vh9cLa4hMM4/s320/DSCN4253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388818569814351298" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-71247636511903954622009-10-03T19:39:00.000-07:002009-10-03T19:57:20.523-07:00cooling and stopping, or maybe not<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SsgO6eb8zBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/atuUiVm5TeQ/s1600-h/DSCN4250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SsgO6eb8zBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/atuUiVm5TeQ/s320/DSCN4250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388573351914294290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SsgNY47wgcI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fq-kmNRoDJM/s1600-h/DSCN4246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SsgNY47wgcI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fq-kmNRoDJM/s320/DSCN4246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388571675399848386" border="0" /></a><br />I replaced the dead water pump today, and finished rebuilding the calipers and got the brakes reinstalled. I had Ian help me bleed them (he actually did a very good job pushing and pulling the wrench) and now at least there is fluid in the lines, although no brake pressure yet until I do the rear ones. The water pump was as far gone as it was possible to be.<br />Then, I broke a bolt installing the new one. I might try to get the stub out tomorrow, but maybe I can get by with three bolts (famous last words, I know, but I don't have much faith in my extracting abilities). I also finally got the AC compressor out; there had been a mystery bolt holding it in which I finally found by removing the alternator. There's much more room under the intake now. Fiat never did handle AC very well, since the installation of the compressor and hoses makes getting to anything else around it nearly impossible.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-20959609936672900232009-10-01T12:01:00.000-07:002009-10-01T12:03:49.025-07:00brakesStarted taking apart the front brakes last night - very simple, but also very tiny. Unvented rotors, too. The pads had rusted so badly the metal backing plate had separated and the pads themselves just fell out, leaving the plate behind. I have the caliper soaking in penetrating oil at the moment so I can get the rusty bleed screws out without breaking them, then I'll rebuild them and we'll have brakes!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-61756326719406627702009-09-27T13:07:00.000-07:002009-09-27T13:32:00.161-07:00brainnnss!!!I replaced the rusted fuel line and the leaking fuel rail hose, and attempted to make a flare fitting for the new metal line, but the stupid $25 flaring tool won't do it. (Every time I buy cheap tools I suffer, oh how I suffer.) I'm going to have to get someone with a real tool to do it. In the meantime I just used a hose with clamps, pressurized the system, and cranked away for a while. Nothing happened, which is about what I have come to expect. At least gas wasn't spraying out of every orifice, or any orifice actually, which is a legitimate achievement. I poked around a bit under the hood, finding and fixing vacuum leaks, and cleaned a couple of spark plugs, and then tried again. The engine turned over and over, and suddenly one cylinder gave the tiniest little cough. I got excited and cranked away, then another cylinder coughed, and I teased it into life, choking and missing but finally settling down to a bumpy idle. It clattered horribly and I traced that in about two seconds to the water pump, which is banging around and wobbling on its shaft like Britney Spears after midnight. I was somewhat surprised to find that the power steering still works. I can't run it long since the cooling system is in bits so I killed it, finished installing the master cylinder and started it again, and then actually backed it out of the garage under its own power, coughing and spitting and leaving a trail of dirt. I had to borrow Ian's little chair to sit on. The clutch doesn't feel too good, but at the moment I can live with it. I pulled it back in (so we know first and reverse work) and now it's time to start actually putting things back together, and getting the brakes to work. I have exactly four weeks to go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-43716759781960325282009-09-20T06:40:00.001-07:002009-09-20T06:58:42.510-07:00Its last days must have been horribleSome lovely pictures - the interior (which looks like pictures I've seen of salvaged submarines), the .45 shell holding the tar in, and the radiator. I can't believe this car ever ran before it stopped running.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy4Ho_YxI/AAAAAAAAABw/nlSkPB-sWx0/s1600-h/DSCN4180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy4Ho_YxI/AAAAAAAAABw/nlSkPB-sWx0/s320/DSCN4180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383546344273044242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy4g4XkSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dCjfhYktXmg/s1600-h/DSCN4181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy4g4XkSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dCjfhYktXmg/s320/DSCN4181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383546351048429858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy3gOoC5I/AAAAAAAAABo/iH3uFG7TO0g/s1600-h/DSCN4159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SrYy3gOoC5I/AAAAAAAAABo/iH3uFG7TO0g/s320/DSCN4159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383546333693479826" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-65523264801663755042009-09-19T15:20:00.000-07:002009-09-19T15:30:44.019-07:00spewI repaired the entire fuel system except the injector rail - clean tank, new filter and a nice clear prefilter to check fuel flow, a spare pump I had from the Spider, new rubber hoses, the works. (I found a .45 shell plugging the outflow line from the tank.)<br /><br />I reconnected the disconnected lines under the hood to the fuel rail, and tried to start it. Nothing happened which is about what I had expected, but after some fiddling I realized the fuel pump wasn't running. I poked and prodded and tested and found (eventually) that the spare fuel pump is in fact dead. I removed the fuel pump from the Spider and installed it in the Brava, and triggered the switch on the air flow meter that starts the pump. Bubbles went through my prefilter, I became excited, and then a geyser of gasoline shot from beside the manifold - apparently the crimped rubber hose is old and shrunken, so I'll have to replace that. Then I noticed a spreading puddle of gas on the garage floor, dripping from the driver's rear floor pan, and discovered that in addition to the leaky rubber hose, the metal high-pressure fuel line has rusted through. <br /><br />I won't deny it, this is a bit of a setback. I'm going to have to run new lines, and that kind of stuff takes a lot of time that I am rapidly running out of. I've got to have this ready for the cage and seat installation in the next three weeks at most, and that's cutting it pretty thin, and the brakes still need to be fixed, and the clutch replaced, if I can manage it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457516269332513539.post-64557545392410008452009-08-22T18:30:00.000-07:002009-08-22T18:37:51.595-07:00sludge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SpCdWgRDzUI/AAAAAAAAABg/0Al8H1ThV58/s1600-h/DSCN4099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91ETfsg2BS0/SpCdWgRDzUI/AAAAAAAAABg/0Al8H1ThV58/s320/DSCN4099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372967365397171522" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like someone wasn't using Fiat-approved coolant.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0