Still pressing forward over here in the flatlands of East Anglia; ticking things off on the to-do list. First up this time is mirrors. I started off unsure what I was going to do, mainly because of that socking great air intake behind me. First thing though, was to fit the wing mirrors that the regs change from last year effectively now require. Here’s the driver’s side one. I must admit I don’t usually go on with these sorts of mirrors as they’re too prone to readjusting themselves. However, this time I tried to preclude this by not getting the swivel based ones so as to remove some of the degrees of freedom. My biggest worry about these at the moment is whether I can effectively see over the haunches of the rear of the car. For some reason I’m just incapable of working this out in the garage. I know that as soon as the car’s on track it’ll be dead obvious.
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Another one bites the dust
Why, you may ask? Well, today’s my birthday and the years seem to be going by quicker and quicker. Long term readers will know that my race number was chosen as a consequence of me reaching a particularly auspicious age since when racing has become rather an, errr, obsession. Still, it’s better than watching the TV all time.
I must admit that I’m feeling rather mortal. An old University friend has popped up on Facebook recently. He was another member of the same group of people who put on and supported all the social activities in the “Guild of Undergraduates” there. He’s been digging out a load of photos of old photos which are rather alarming. One is of the poster for the Christmas ball in 1973. I clearly remember doing the lights for this when top of the bill were a little known band called Queen. Entry fee was 35p; luckily I got in for free…
Clunk-click
Well, the car’s nearly finished. But, of course, there’s still loads of things to do! First up this time is fitting the harness. This required lots of stuff to be cut out of the seat to allow room for the straps but it fits pretty well now.
OK Ginger; Contact!
I’ve got empty garage syndrome. Although, I must admit to seeing the Fury go to a chap that’s clearly intending to race it. As you can see, there’s now only one red car in my garage. So, I could get on with sticking myself into the car; making a seat involves quite a lot of mess as the cut-up bits of foam get everywhere.
Airflow
I’ve managed to spend a couple of days in the garage since Christmas so here I am again. I feel as if I am slowly getting somewhere now, doing a collection of smaller things although there’s a couple of bigger job still looming.
In the bleak midwinter
Actually, it’s just after midwinter which is a great relief. If I were to win the lottery, which isn’t likely as I’ve never bought a ticket, then I’d avoid the September to December bit as I’ve got to really hating the general darkness. However, we’re now on the way back out of the hole again.
As to the car, I’ve managed to do a few things. The problem is, though, that I keep remembering things that I never wrote on the to-do list so it doesn’t seem to get much shorter.
Back to front
Having done the rear ARB, or at least one of them, it was time to get back to the front of the car. In particular to attend to the ARB at that end of the car.
ARB!
Onwards and upwards. I tried to get stuck into the car again over the weekend, in particular I was aiming to get the ARBs finished off and all connected up.
Bouncy, bouncy
Sorry for the absence, I’ve been away feeling sorry for myself as I’ve had human ‘flu, at least that’s what I think it was. No wonder it’s killed so many people if it makes you feel that grotty. Excuse me while I go and make myself another “paracetamol-based cold remedy”, as they are coyly described on the NHS website.
Pedalling along
I’ve tried to make a bit of progress with the horrific list this weekend. As usual, I seem to have made rather less progress than would seem reasonable. One issue is that it’s COLD in the garage. I hate this time of year…