30 psi of boost is 3 too many
Although some may argue, I’m not dead yet. In fact I’m as alive as ever and making plans for another weekend of racing. When I left off the last time (waaaaay back then), I was planning to race again in March, 2008. I did race then and the results were less than steller, but I learned an amazing number of things from the experience. Let me take a trip back in time and catch you all up on the details.
Well, to tell the truth, even I can’t remember all of the details of that weekend. I’ll just hit the highlights and then take it from there. Having run over 233 mph the last time out, I was actually disappointed to have finished the weekend with a best speed of 214.546 mph. I only made two passes for the entire weekend, starting with 211.909 mph (yeah, that’s a shakedown run), and then my ill-fated second pass at 214.546 mph. I was gunning for some serious improvement this time out, so I decided to turn up the boost to 30 psi for the second pass. It turns out the my secondary injectors just would not flow enough fuel to support it, and I burned the top end of my motor and coasted through the traps at 214. As long as I’ve been at this, I should have known better. It was a very expensive lesson. I followed that pass with 3 beers in a row and the first of too many chugs on a bottle of Crown. I won’t be drinking any more whiskey…ever.
There were a lot of up sides to the weekend, regardless of my motor being post toasty. My fellow racer and undisputed badass, Tom Gates and I were both interviewed by Streetfire.net and that video has seen well over 55,000 hits as of the last time I checked. Take a look at it here: Rustman and Tom at the Texas Mile. That’s what I looked and talked like after the first 3 brews practically chugged one after the other.
I had a truly great time with my friends, including the amazing Johnny Cheese and the good people of Team Fat Ass. I also discovered that alcohol can make a mediocre Chinese buffet into a lavish feast fit for a king (or so it seemed). The next day, even the wind caused me pain. I grieved over my indiscretion with the beverages the night before for the entire day. I don’t drink often or excessively, but I guess I made up for it that night.
To sow this post up: I decided to rebuild the entire bike in addition to the melted engine. It’s been a year and a half and I’m just now on the cusp of having it back on the road. I’ll save that for next time.
