But
no, a piddling 98dB is the most allowed, and the Pug's
hitting 107dB on the pit straight every lap! NOT GOOD!
A quick scan around the car reveals a blowing exhaust
where the backbox joins the mid pipe. So in order that
the day won't be totally wasted, Will and Gray shoot
off in the "support vehicle" to find the nearest
Halfords! An hour later they return with a years supply
of Gun Gum and for a reason which we |
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never
actually found out, a shed load of wire wool!! (Admit
it guys, it's a weird fettish you ain't telling us about!).
Now somehow I got roped into doing the deed, and ended
up lying on my back under the pug ripping the exhaust
system apart and filling the joints with Gun Gum. I
even had to break out the trusty hammer to help persuade
things along to my line of thinking! With the exhaust
properly sealed, the sock filters |
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re-attached to the carbs and some dynamat fitted to
the inside of the bonnet, it was time to try again and
with the weather now looking very slick friendly it
was decided to ditch the road legals and go for some
hard core rubber action! But with only 15 min's till
the next session starting we had to get a move on if
we were gonna be ready. Why you ask? Because we'd just
realised that the sum |
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total
Psi of all 4 of the slicks didn't even breach the 20Psi
mark! Some frantic pumping was required if it was gonna
be ready! Out came the "Support vehicle" again,
complete with the compressor attachment and with
seconds to spare we managed to inflate and fit all 4
slicks in time for the session. Gray gets into the pilot
seat and rolls out of the pits.All digits possessed
were crossed as we...... |
