Rotary Boy
yesterday I made it o the site of the homebrew rally I was to compete in.
ready to do battle with anyone and everything I came prepared. with nomex as my shining armor and a 5.0 mustang as my fathfull rally steed I prepared to wage war on my oponents. and it seemed as if I was ready to dominate. within the first 3 miles I was in the front pack of cars. in eye contact with the car in second and not far from the pole car, and this is the way it was, through blind turns and six foot leaps of faith it seemed as if I was going to atleast finish respectivly. well the first stage ended after a greuling 13 miles of racing, and a then there was the sleep time between stage 1 and 2. at seven in the morning everyone was to race again(i doubt anyone slept). and again it seemed as if I was to at least finish with some pride, and with alittle luck maybe even pride and money. however this was not to be, why? take note as I walk you through the last seconds of one mustangs life
we were flying up a slight hill, which the notes we had illegaly gathered told us was going to have a turn at the top of. no sweat, I throw the car sideways and am perfectly set up to fly out of the turn. upon gaining speed i relise I am outstandingly close to the 323GTX in front of me, I begin getting worked up. driving alittle faster than I should to try and pass him, just as i tear around him I need to slow down. however I am carring to much speed to slow down successfully, I enter a sharp left hander way to fast and barly pull out of it with a car beneath me. bouncing and skittering across rocks and ruts I can almost hear my freind adam screaming at me to slow down, doesn't he relise we have a car on our tail!
unfortunatly there are times when you must heed the screaming asian guys warnings, one of these times is when flying down a small hill. with far to much momentum I come upon a bump, a crest, a small rise, call it what you will but when we were doing our late night run through it didn't seem so threatening. now it is a dark satanic speedbump placed in my way by a higher power that must not like me. I hit it going about 60, heaving the car into the air, I would have been fine if it were not for the what the backwheels landed in. a rut, running perpendicular to the shady dirt road, maybe it was 6 inches deep and a few feet wide, not enough to cause damage right? wrong, the backend landed in it and the poor mustang rally car bottomed out in a way no other car has bottomed out ever.why such a massive gut sweep? because this rut had a bigass stone imbedded in it, not to bad to drive over, but horrible to land on. driveshaft?-gone, rear axle?-gone, both rear rims?-gone, suspension-gone, the skidplate?-dented up into underside of car so violently as to lay waste to the drive shaft, the transmition and possibly the oil pan(unsure of salvageablity) also when we landed the engine just turned off completly and the battery tray,and the mounting for the alternator broke. oh yeah the frame might be bent alittle(hatch and drivers side door will not open or close very easily) in fact the force of the landing was so bad that the whole rear end nearly detached from the car.
but hey the good news is this, for 17.4 miles I was holding my own in a 2 wheel drive torque monster that can hardly manage in the rain, let alone dirt and mud. and not only was I managing but I was keeping up with a severly hopped up 323GTX, but also a turbo 2.5rs driven by a scca rally-cross regional runner up. sure I destroyed a 5,000 dollar car and majorly bruised the tops of my legs(from steering wheel), but I had fun, and really thats more the point than winning.
ready to do battle with anyone and everything I came prepared. with nomex as my shining armor and a 5.0 mustang as my fathfull rally steed I prepared to wage war on my oponents. and it seemed as if I was ready to dominate. within the first 3 miles I was in the front pack of cars. in eye contact with the car in second and not far from the pole car, and this is the way it was, through blind turns and six foot leaps of faith it seemed as if I was going to atleast finish respectivly. well the first stage ended after a greuling 13 miles of racing, and a then there was the sleep time between stage 1 and 2. at seven in the morning everyone was to race again(i doubt anyone slept). and again it seemed as if I was to at least finish with some pride, and with alittle luck maybe even pride and money. however this was not to be, why? take note as I walk you through the last seconds of one mustangs life
we were flying up a slight hill, which the notes we had illegaly gathered told us was going to have a turn at the top of. no sweat, I throw the car sideways and am perfectly set up to fly out of the turn. upon gaining speed i relise I am outstandingly close to the 323GTX in front of me, I begin getting worked up. driving alittle faster than I should to try and pass him, just as i tear around him I need to slow down. however I am carring to much speed to slow down successfully, I enter a sharp left hander way to fast and barly pull out of it with a car beneath me. bouncing and skittering across rocks and ruts I can almost hear my freind adam screaming at me to slow down, doesn't he relise we have a car on our tail!
unfortunatly there are times when you must heed the screaming asian guys warnings, one of these times is when flying down a small hill. with far to much momentum I come upon a bump, a crest, a small rise, call it what you will but when we were doing our late night run through it didn't seem so threatening. now it is a dark satanic speedbump placed in my way by a higher power that must not like me. I hit it going about 60, heaving the car into the air, I would have been fine if it were not for the what the backwheels landed in. a rut, running perpendicular to the shady dirt road, maybe it was 6 inches deep and a few feet wide, not enough to cause damage right? wrong, the backend landed in it and the poor mustang rally car bottomed out in a way no other car has bottomed out ever.why such a massive gut sweep? because this rut had a bigass stone imbedded in it, not to bad to drive over, but horrible to land on. driveshaft?-gone, rear axle?-gone, both rear rims?-gone, suspension-gone, the skidplate?-dented up into underside of car so violently as to lay waste to the drive shaft, the transmition and possibly the oil pan(unsure of salvageablity) also when we landed the engine just turned off completly and the battery tray,and the mounting for the alternator broke. oh yeah the frame might be bent alittle(hatch and drivers side door will not open or close very easily) in fact the force of the landing was so bad that the whole rear end nearly detached from the car.
but hey the good news is this, for 17.4 miles I was holding my own in a 2 wheel drive torque monster that can hardly manage in the rain, let alone dirt and mud. and not only was I managing but I was keeping up with a severly hopped up 323GTX, but also a turbo 2.5rs driven by a scca rally-cross regional runner up. sure I destroyed a 5,000 dollar car and majorly bruised the tops of my legs(from steering wheel), but I had fun, and really thats more the point than winning.