LOL.....Yup, they do at that, Rapid....
A few weeks after runnin' it outta gas......I was back out there blowin' the cobwebs out of it when it seemed like all hell broke loose....but I wasn't Going anywhere......
A little more background needs to be included here......being such a (as BP so eloquently pointed out) "no-buck" racer, I had been through the whole gambit of rearend combinations.....stock open , limited slip, mini-spool (those things break WAY too easy
)....and even the much illegal Lincoln Locker (welded spider gears)....with This info in mind....I bring you back to the regularly scheduled story............
I had perfromed a pretty good, smoky burnout....done a couple of dry hops ( a practice no longer needed....but some still do it )...and staged the car as I normally do......slowly and deliberately.
As the tree counted down to the bottom yellow I followed the sequence with my eyes and upon seeing that last yellow.....I matted it.......and launched with what surely would have been my best sixty foot clocking of all time .........only problem was....I had only moved about a foot (if that far) under power....and only rolled a couple of feet beyond that......(my wheelie bar wheels had not even made it to the starting line yet.....)
While I am in the car, looking at the gauges and wondering what the heck happened...my fiance is sitting in the stands freaking out cause she thinks I have had a heart attack or something.....because nothing is happening...the car just quit.....and I haven't emerged yet. ....So she's making her way out of the bleachers and heading out to the starting line area, as I am checking gauges......oil pressure...fine......Temp...acceptable.....I click the ignition switch, put the shifter in PARK and open the door. As I am crawling over the door bar...the silly car starts rolling backwards......(WTH???).....My first thought was that...."ok....pitched a driveshaft...."..........so I kneeled down to look at the pretzel'd shaft. Nope. Not the driveshaft....(it was right where it was s'posed to be)
By this time, track personel and my fiance were there beside me, all of us scratchin' our heads....(fiance backhanded my shoulder....muttering "Don't you Ever do that to me again!!"......I'm like....NOW what have I done???.........Sheesh.....Women!!!)
We got it loaded up (with the help of several fellow racers and a couple of spectators) and headed back home early. I figgered......well...it IS early....may as well find out what went wrong......
I jacked it up (on the trailer) and took the wheels off...and proceded to take the axles out.....as soon as I got the third member out....it was obvious what had happened.......the pinion gear had Kojac'd itself.....there was not a single tooth on that thing.....and it was slick as glass all the way around....(the bottom of the housing looked like a bomb had gone off in there.....) and the ring gear was unharmed......hmmm....go figure......
The "next" time I went to the track......I had a spool in there.....a Real spool......sighhhhh....."sometimes" horsetrades work out pretty good.
