Backwards to the future

You may remember that I’ve all sorts of problems bleeding the J15’s brakes. Well, I finally decided that the pedal box I was using was designed incredibly poorly and had no chance of ever working properly. The only way to bleed the brakes would have been to take the master cylinders out and somehow arrange for them to be horizontal. Of course, in that position you can’t really pump on the pedal to get the air out. Although, to be fair, other techniques such as reverse bleeding are possible. However, getting the master cylinders horizontal was always going to be the core issue.

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Red retreat

Finally, another post about the J15! I think I’ve worked out why it’s been so long since the last one. In a nutshell I hate doing bodywork as it’s all so final and the slightest mistake has to be lived with for ages. Daft really because as soon as I stuff it into something everything changes. So, I’m trying to force myself to get stuck in.

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Soaking in Silverstone

Last weekend it was time, yet again, for the club’s August bank holiday meeting at Silverstone. This is the one meeting of the year when all the racing formulae are at the same meeting so it’s very busy, and bustling. I’d decided not to test as I know the  circuit rather well. However, after swapping the clutch I thought it’d be useful to do the Allcomers race which was absolutely first thing on the Saturday morning, so as to check that everything was working.

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Emerging, blinking, into the light

Yesterday, Colin said I’d not updated this blog for “years”. This is a slight exageration as it’s nearly been three weeks. However, it is too long. There’s been lots of other things on, you see. Just to make you realise how hard we pseudo academics work I was even at a conference for all of last weekend so I didn’t get any time at all to go in the garage then. Continue reading “Emerging, blinking, into the light”

Overdoing it…

Well, it was time for another race at Pembrey, only the second time I’ve ever been to the circuit. As such I signed up for the test day. That was to turn out to be a waste of money.

Before going on about that though, I suggest you go off to the 750 Motor Club web site. On the front page, at the time of writing, you can see the TV programme on the second Brands meeting earlier this year in which I feature a fair bit.

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Composite post

Firstly the Fury. Adrian came over at the weekend and in between glimpsing at the GP and England’s dismal performance in the footie (the latter not being a great interest of mine, but Anthea’s from Liverpool so it’s in her genes) we started sorting out the Fury. Adrian set to sorting out the sidepod which was battered against the chassis side-impact protection and I started getting at the chassis.

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