Well guys, there's always something more challenging than the competition (to me, at least) trying to beat the Monster Mav. No matter how diligent one works. No matter how prepared one attempts to be, no matter how many hours one throws at the effort (and that is close to 400 in the last month alone for me), things are still out of your control. If the racing gods don't want you to race, you probably shouldn't fight it.
Now, I'm no fighter. No strteet fighting. I dont fight for the lord (although, I have been soul searching as of late). Don't fight for the people. I don't even fight for what's fair. But this god ?&*%3p)@": car still thinks that I love fighting. It never ends. Every time I pour my heart and soul into this heap of metal, It spits it back into my face, as though to say, "You can't make it. You cant win shit!" I get beat in life all the time. Maybe, I'm the one beating myself. But there's no F--ing way this inanimate object, with no intellect what so ever, is going to beat me.
Okay, I'll get to the point:
After working lazy 20 hour weeks, cause you all know how lazy I am, I get in the Monstrous pile of shit to bring it back to life for the first time since trailering it home from the Baja 500, broken and bruised. With a push of the button, the engine gurgles to life sounding like always, like an outboard motor on steroids, trolling the waters. Go to engage reverse and pull it out of the shop....all is good. Let;'s put 'er in drive and mash on the gas and, and, and..........
So, we still are testing with Airdam Clutches to find some speed. Sometime today it will have to be (not yesterday as planned), because we had no forward movement when in drive. It looks like the shifting cable, yeah, the one that parades through main street, around the village, past the creek, and eventually to the transmission, collapsed. You would think that with a transmission/clutch layout that is so fickle to smoothly get into all the gears the first time though, would not be designed using a cable operating in compression to do so. I have no I dea how long it will take to un-snake the cable from its pit, but I will find out right now, after I puke my guts up for the third time since midnight.
You still don't think the racing gods are against us? Ask Adam from Airdam. He arrived a day or so later than planned, because the affiliation with the Monstrous heap of shit (formerly the Monster Mav) has cursed him as well. On the trip here, his trailer./shop on wheels blew a tire and took out the whole side of the trailer. When he pulled in last night, he was towing one of the nicest shops on wheels you can get. It appears the damage from the blow out was so severe, he had to buy a new trailer on the road, to make it here. This fight aint over yet. Because after I puke, I'm getting back to work to demasculate all of those badasses in Reno!!