bottom end
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As most of you probably saw, we had to shut Bodes car down on the starting line Sunday. That was one of the worst things I've ever had to experience.
After the car rolled back from the burnout I saw our crew chief pointing at the oil pressure guage, when I looked and saw 5 lbs of pressure my heart about stopped beating.
I do bottom end and short blocks for Bode, so any problem related to the oiling is my deal. I felt like throwing up while towing the car back to the pit, not knowing what went wrong. Did I put oil in it? Did I leave something loose?
I was going through my routine over and over again trying to figure out what went wrong. All eyes are on me at this point.
Checked the oil and (phew) it was full. Took the bottom end apart and (phew) everything was normal. Took the oil pump apart and there she was, a .50 cent roll pin that holds the pump rotor to the shaft had sheared off.
At that point my tidal wave of emotion went from fear to dissapointment.
We had a good race car this weekend and felt like we could go rounds on Sunday. I still feel sick about it, the dissapointment won't go away.
If there is any good to what happened, I'm glad it decided to break before we sent the car. No doubt it would have come back a pile of rubble if we made the pass. As Eugene put it "maybe the man upstairs was looking out for us"
After the car rolled back from the burnout I saw our crew chief pointing at the oil pressure guage, when I looked and saw 5 lbs of pressure my heart about stopped beating.
I do bottom end and short blocks for Bode, so any problem related to the oiling is my deal. I felt like throwing up while towing the car back to the pit, not knowing what went wrong. Did I put oil in it? Did I leave something loose?
I was going through my routine over and over again trying to figure out what went wrong. All eyes are on me at this point.
Checked the oil and (phew) it was full. Took the bottom end apart and (phew) everything was normal. Took the oil pump apart and there she was, a .50 cent roll pin that holds the pump rotor to the shaft had sheared off.
At that point my tidal wave of emotion went from fear to dissapointment.
We had a good race car this weekend and felt like we could go rounds on Sunday. I still feel sick about it, the dissapointment won't go away.
If there is any good to what happened, I'm glad it decided to break before we sent the car. No doubt it would have come back a pile of rubble if we made the pass. As Eugene put it "maybe the man upstairs was looking out for us"