New Record...(For me)
Thats a couple of hundredths faster than our previous best which was in PRISTINE, CRISPY mid 40 air...
So >>> IF <<< we get another cold front down this year, we could be lookin' at 7.7xs and that's potentially our exit from the 12SC; not that it's not lovely here...
But she's officially running solid low 12s in decent air, ON THE MOTOR, with a full interior and stock weight minus the the typical deletes of A/C, AIR, EGR and the front sway bar, which may be going back on... she's really getting squirrely at speed down track.
The new Vig 3400 is a MONSTER... She launches violently, yanking the nose to unprecedented heights, which in all honestly, startled the hell out of me... I literally got dizzy; I'm TALKIN' A WICKED RUSH the first time I slammed the hammer out of the hole on this new stall.
Well there it is... let the weeping and gnashing of teeth begin...
LOL... Man... I've taken this car down that track 500 times and that first launch on the new Vig was D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T... If the folks at Vig and Yank and such could get people in some kind of a simulator, they'd have to put on a new production shift, because anyone that's interested in racing their car would buy one on the spot! Assuming they believed it... I'm not sure I would have. I'd didn't know JACK about stalls and bought that 12" Reman'd 2500 and thought that was 'IT'...
When I threw the hammer on that first pass that car EXPLODED out of the whole... and while it sounds goofy... it remains true that the front end had never blocked my view of the lane before... granted it was no wheel stand, just a totally distinct profile from what I'd become accustomed to over all those previous passes. And in ONE mod...
I don't recall if I mentioned it in the OP or even on this thread, but I spent the rest of that night paranoid that I was about to break something... Since then of course I've become used to the new set up and am now scurrying about trying to find something new to bolt on that will give us that same rush...
Last Friday night I had one of those days in a string of FIVE IN A ROW; and as a result was late getting to the track, where the only rain shower for 300 miles was sitting over the track... (which I would have celebrated if it had been sitting over my grass... we desperately need it...) SO I sat there for half an hour, CERTAIN that they were going to call it, when the fans were finally drug out and they started prepping...
Anywho... by the time I got the Mickey's on, the dumps off, the tire pressure checked and in the lanes it was 9:30. The air was HEAVY as hell and in the high 70s or low 80s... best 60 was a 1.70 with a couple of 7.88s... She was slippin' a bit out of the hole; and given the air and the state of competition, it wasn't necessary to worry about it. Another night of no contests...
But it was fun nonetheless and this despite only making 6 passes...
But I still had some angst left in me and went out trolling for some light to light 0-60 action yesterday and ran into the same frustration... ran across a 2000ish M6 TA who appeared to want to tangle; traffic was heavy and once we got to where we could hit it, he rolls out without notice, I roll him up and he turns off with a thumbs up... I'm like WTF? So I turned on the next street to see if I could find him; I was going to invite him up to the track... but couldn't find him. Go down my usual circuit and run across a GTO with a set of cheesy looking pipes... he bolts without notice, I roll HIM up, whereupon he summarily gets out of it and won't even look over... and despite pacing him for another 3 or 4 miles, he won't go.
So I go on down the road, where I come across a 97 Z with the same pipes I'm runnin'.... He's got the the old lady in the car and she's shakin' her head... I left them shortly after what looked exactly like some heated exchanges I've had with my co-pilot... I didn't have a chance to mention that he dropped her, he'd be good for at least another 10th...
So at that point traffic comes to a snail's pace and I succumb to the 'it ain't gonna happen' signs and start plotting a course back to the house.
I'm 3 or 4 blocks out from the house, when I hit a light, grab the first spot on the inside and I spot a sweet looking late model Formula in the oncoming, across the intersection... in the first spot. So when the light changes I throw the hammer for a 3/4 throttle burnout salute... which NORMALLY results in the tires just rolling over in a slick spin... with virtually no screaching... but I'd been runnin' for probably 40 miles, hard in spots and the tires and pavement were both hotter than ten sets of ***** so... IRONICALLY, she screaches like a Banshee through the intersection.
Well this strip of road is deep in the Bear bad-lands, so I'm out of it as soon as I'm through the interesction and idle her back to roll out at 45 and think... 'huh, well that was stupid...' sidle down the road another 10 or 12 heart beats and as I'm scanning the system, the eyes pass over the rear view and there he is... in full 'pull it over' mode...
He's just blasting around the herd, lights a blaze and I know I've just spent another 200 plus bucks because I couldn't muster the discipline of a 5 year old to not crap his pants... I immediately hit the blinker, pull across three empty planes, pull into a parking lot, put her in park, pull the keys and set them on the dash... placing the hands on the wheel at the obligatory 2 and 4...
To my SHOCK AND AMAZEMENT... he turns out to be a decent guy and recognizes what was goin' on, noted that I didn't exceed the limit in my 'ridiculous exhibition' and cuts me loose with a license check and a proper admonishment.
And so ends my PERFECT WEEK!...
Sorry for the novel, but I had to get that off my chest...
Last edited by OVA1; Mar 15, 2009 at 10:24 AM.
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When I threw the hammer on that first pass that car EXPLODED out of the whole... and while it sounds goofy... it remains true that the front end had never blocked my view of the lane before... granted it was no wheel stand, just a totally distinct profile from what I'd become accustomed to over all those previous passes. And in ONE mod...
I don't recall if I mentioned it in the OP or even on this thread, but I spent the rest of that night paranoid that I was about to break something... Since then of course I've become used to the new set up and am now scurrying about trying to find something new to bolt on that will give us that same rush...
Last Friday night I had one of those days in a string of FIVE IN A ROW; and as a result was late getting to the track, where the only rain shower for 300 miles was sitting over the track... (which I would have celebrated if it had been sitting over my grass... we desperately need it...) SO I sat there for half an hour, CERTAIN that they were going to call it, when the fans were finally drug out and they started prepping...
Anywho... by the time I got the Mickey's on, the dumps off, the tire pressure checked and in the lanes it was 9:30. The air was HEAVY as hell and in the high 70s or low 80s... best 60 was a 1.70 with a couple of 7.88s... She was slippin' a bit out of the hole; and given the air and the state of competition, it wasn't necessary to worry about it. Another night of no contests...
But it was fun nonetheless and this despite only making 6 passes...
But I still had some angst left in me and went out trolling for some light to light 0-60 action yesterday and ran into the same frustration... ran across a 2000ish M6 TA who appeared to want to tangle; traffic was heavy and once we got to where we could hit it, he rolls out without notice, I roll him up and he turns off with a thumbs up... I'm like WTF? So I turned on the next street to see if I could find him; I was going to invite him up to the track... but couldn't find him. Go down my usual circuit and run across a GTO with a set of cheesy looking pipes... he bolts without notice, I roll HIM up, whereupon he summarily gets out of it and won't even look over... and despite pacing him for another 3 or 4 miles, he won't go.
So I go on down the road, where I come across a 97 Z with the same pipes I'm runnin'.... He's got the the old lady in the car and she's shakin' her head... I left them shortly after what looked exactly like some heated exchanges I've had with my co-pilot... I didn't have a chance to mention that he dropped her, he'd be good for at least another 10th...
So at that point traffic comes to a snail's pace and I succumb to the 'it ain't gonna happen' signs and start plotting a course back to the house.
I'm 3 or 4 blocks out from the house, when I hit a light, grab the first spot on the inside and I spot a sweet looking late model Formula in the oncoming, across the intersection... in the first spot. So when the light changes I throw the hammer for a 3/4 throttle burnout salute... which NORMALLY results in the tires just rolling over in a slick spin... with virtually no screaching... but I'd been runnin' for probably 40 miles, hard in spots and the tires and pavement were both hotter than ten sets of ***** so... IRONICALLY, she screaches like a Banshee through the intersection.
Well this strip of road is deep in the Bear bad-lands, so I'm out of it as soon as I'm through the interesction and idle her back to roll out at 45 and think... 'huh, well that was stupid...' sidle down the road another 10 or 12 heart beats and as I'm scanning the system, the eyes pass over the rear view and there he is... in full 'pull it over' mode...
He's just blasting around the herd, lights a blaze and I know I've just spent another 200 plus bucks because I couldn't muster the discipline of a 5 year old to not crap his pants... I immediately hit the blinker, pull across three empty planes, pull into a parking lot, put her in park, pull the keys and set them on the dash... placing the hands on the wheel at the obligatory 2 and 4...
To my SHOCK AND AMAZEMENT... he turns out to be a decent guy and recognizes what was goin' on, noted that I didn't exceed the limit in my 'ridiculous exhibition' and cuts me loose with a license check and a proper admonishment.
And so ends my PERFECT WEEK!...
Sorry for the novel, but I had to get that off my chest...
I've been telling people for years that the FIRST mod in an auto car should be a tq converter. Sometimes people just have to find out themselves.
Be careful on the streets man... try to keep it at the track.
But, with that said, I can't help myself sometimes when I'm lined up at the stop light.
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