Runnning a small cube rail is fun. Running a 6 even a bit more perhaps. Where I race I am always the smallest cubes sometimes by about 1/2. We race, for those who arent aware, heads up only. Last race I made three runs with a CM tube frame Austin Bantam powered by an .060 over 460 Ford sporting a tunnel ram and goodies. Like me, he said he was there just for the fun. First two he got me. Passed me at about half way and held on for a win by a good 3 to 4 lengths. I thought nothing of it. I didnt expect to win and was a bit surprised even then that I could at least stay with him and another V8 rail I ran as well. On our last pairing he had a slight brain fart. (Distractred on the start which gave me according to video I have seen about an extra car length leap.) Since I leave on them all anyway it gave me just that wee bit extra that I was able to pull the rabbit out of the hat for an unexpected win. I knew he was upset at the track and stayed clear till the colour drained back out of his cheeks. We have know each other and been friends for about 45 years. Tuesday I heard at the local machine shop he has all his Ford stuff for sale. He was pulling the blown and injected BB CHEVY engine out of his RED and stuffing it in the Bantam. Seemed odd to me as that car has run over 190 in the quarter. I didnt know if it with this particular motor but it is a strong set up regardless. My old boss and friend at the shop told me `Tis all your fault, Dulmage. He didnt like getting spanked that last run !`I was worried that he had fallen off his truck or something. I didnt think he would take it like that. It was after all an accidental win based more on luck and consistancy than just pure performance. So for several days I worried but today I stopped by the same shop and in he came. He began telling me what he was up to. I mentioned it seemed a bit extreme to me. He turned and wagging his finger at me said `That will never happen again EVER! obviously referring to my win on our last run. At that moment I felt releaved. My compassion for his state of mind evaporated. He is fine. Just a bit sore. I reminded him that he didnt really know that for sure and allowed for the possibilty he might have another brainfart someday and the sr dragster would be happy to spank him again.
All is well now. I returned home , went in the shop where the Sr dragster was sitting on the trailer. I gave her a little rub on the valve cover and whispered Good Girl , You done good!
Don
Here we are just after tech that morning. I am sitting in mine behind the Bantam.
Been an interesting week to say the least. :-).
