And then there was my second run.
I had a little wheelspin in first, but when I got into 2nd, it pulled strong, then thru 3rd and into 4th. The GPS showed 137 and I was feeling pretty good about the run when it went BANG!!! and I felt/heard something thrashing around under the car.
It was the driveshaft which went to h*ll when the pinion yoke snapped. It beat itself into a pretzel shape, punched some holes in the floor pan and destroyed the exhaust.
Marlo, Dick and Korey were good enough to come rescue me. They were gonna put the car on the trailer, but there's no way to drive it on and it can't be pulled from the front without hurting the front air dam. So they decided that since Marlo had experience at racing cars in reverse (we won't pursue that any further) that he'd steer the car as they pulled it back to the pits with a tow strap wrapped around the rear shock mounts.
Eventually they decided this wasn't such a good idea and wrapped the tow strap around the A pillars across the dashboard and brought it back to the pits nose first.
I'm VERY grateful for the help I got from all the Target 550 guys. If it hadn't been for their help, I probably wouldn't have made a single run. I learned a TON of stuff from them (at the expense of any pride and ego I might have had left) and even got to wear a pink GFHS t-shirt today. I think that might be a good thing.
Anyway, the car's finished for this event (this year) but I'll be back having learned more than I wanted to, but with salt fever still intact.
