I’d not driven on track for over a year, I’d not driven this car more than a few hundred yards since taking it off the road many months ago. To say I was a little nervous during the lead up to this day is quite the understatement. My over analytical brain takes over in moments like this, churning through every single negative scenario that could take place. At times it can be exhausting.
With the car loaded up, and every tool or spare part I could lay my hands on crammed into the back of a borrowed van, it was time to head out. The sky looked pretty menacing, and the forecast for the day suggested we might see a fair amount of rain. Not ideal, but searching for positives, it would mean less wear on things like brake pads, and tyres.
After signing on, and with the obligatory safety briefing out of the way, it was finally time to strap myself into the car. I started slow, keen to drive it steadily around the circuit to make sure if anything was to fall off, it would do so at low speed! With 3 laps down I returned to the pits to find I had done a good job of securing all four wheels.
Right then, time to build some speed and really test things.
A few laps down, everything felt OK. AFR’s looked safe, we had plenty of oil pressure along with good, if a little low, oil and coolant temperatures. Then I started to hear a slight noise, at first I thought it was rubber pickup, but the noise got louder. Whilst trying to diagnose it, a track-side marshal flagged me down. He could hear the noise as well, and suggested I take a shortcut back to the pits to check it out immediately.
I was attending the day solo, or so I thought. My group of “car friends” were all preoccupied with other endeavors. I try and be as self sufficient as possible, but in this moment, I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to find the problem with the car. Whilst my friends were unable to attend, it didn’t stop their parents showing interest. Chris had shown an interest in helping me out on the day, and true to his word, he arrived, along with his wife, and perhaps most importantly a car full of snacks!
Arriving just at the right time, Chris soon got to work helping me diagnose the noise, which would turn out to be a loose rear wheel bearing. The bearings are a tapered design, and can be quite difficult to get right. Too tight, the wheel wont rotate at all, too loose the wheel might fall off! Mine turned out to be a little loose, an ever so slight nip of the hub nut cured the noise, and I was free to carry on with my day. What was that I said about securing all four wheels?
To mine, and everyone else’s surprise, the rain stayed away for the entire morning. Our luck would run out in the afternoon however, and during a stoppage for lunch the heavens opened. I sheltered from the storm, expecting it to pass quite quickly, it didn’t. We had heavy rain for a solid 45 minutes, which would mean the track staying closed until it no longer resembled a lake.
With the rain stopped, but the track still closed I wandered around the paddock and bumped into an old friend who had by coincidence booked onto the same day. I thought I recognised that face! Mark was someone I’d known since primary school, and back in the day we played roller hockey together. He was here in his Vauxhall VX220 which you’ll see pictured above, I’d not seen him for years!
With the track now open we both ventured out onto track together and had some brilliant laps. It was challenging searching for grip on what was still a very wet circuit, but great fun at the same time. The starlet handled excellently in the wet, especially given the fact I was still on a dry Yokohama AO48R tyre.
Another few sessions in the car would pass without any other significant problems. Once the wheel bearing drama had been sorted, the only other issue I had during the day was losing a front indicator/turn signal. The same attentive marshal who had flagged me down for the earlier noise retrieved it for me, but that would end up being a souvenir from the day rather than being re-fitted to the car.
So, what did we learn? I guess the big thing was that the car worked well, even in the wet. It was also great fun to drive, I ended the day with a huge smile on my face, and a massive sense of achievement. In summary, the blood, sweat, and even tears (I may have had a little tear in my eye as I pulled out of the paddock with a working car strapped to he trailer) had absolutely been worth it!
It’s at this point you are probably wondering, “Where the hell are the videos?!”. Unfortunately, I was having so much fun out on track, the day came to a close before I knew it. Only afterwards I realised I’d not found time to sort any video footage out what so ever. I can only apologise for that, but I did return to the same track a few weeks later. Rather than spread those trips across two entries, I figured I’d sandwich them together.
For the Starlets second outing, it was back Blyton Park with Javelin Trackdays. This time I wouldn’t be there alone, a larger group of friends had also made the short trip to the track. Most notably, the Pinders. Nigel and his son Matty are well known on the UK trackday scene, Nigel has a MK2 Golf nicknamed The Pinderwagen, it’s not like any other MK2 Golf you’ll ever see. Today they were in Matty’s car, a BMW E36 328i which would serve as the Starlets yard stick.
You’ll be happy to read that I also found time to sort a GoPro mount, jerry rigged with about 50 cable ties it actually worked really well. But patience, we’ll get to the footage from it shortly.
The day drew on, and the lap count increased. I was really starting to get a feel for the car, but one thing left little to be desired. I struggled all day with brake pedal feel, and due to the weather, it’s not something I could really test on the previous day. This is often the first complaint about EBC Yellow brake pads, and it was very noticeable on a dry track when pushing on. Apart from the brakes, the car felt great, and continued to inspire confidence.
The last session of the day would see Nige jump into Matty’s car and have some fun exploring it’s limits. I would serve as chase cam, and attempt to keep up. Taking the chequered flag at the end of a trouble free track day is always a fantastic feeling, to share it with family and friends adds a cherry to the top.
Following the two days I had a short list of things to address:
– Find a better brake pad to replace the EBC Yellows
– Fix a slight weep from an internal brake line
– Understand why I was struggling to get oil temperature into the car
Remembering that this is a bit of a retrospective look at the build, I made sure to say my thank you’s to everyone back then who had helped me with it. But going through old photos, and writing this now, it’s clear to see that without the help of a few close friends I would have never got to this point. So a huge thank you to everyone who helped a long the way, from putting up with my worrying phone calls, to freeing up some space to let me store a car.
Also, thanks to the Pinder family for some of the photos in this entry, and be sure check out Nigels Pinderwagen blog.
And if you’ve made it this far, thanks to you for sticking with it, a little more wordier than previous entries but I hope it captures what it felt like to use the car for the first couple of times. Next time we’ll continue to look back at some great track days, and edge closer to catching up with where things are currently.
This weekend started badly, Saturday turned into one of those days. I’d left a number of things at home, so had to make return trips to collect them, bought a box of vinyl gloves instead of nitrile ones, packed my camera without an SD card. Nothing major, but lots of little things getting in the way of progress.
When I eventually got to work, my first job was to attack my down pipe with a round file to make it fit the turbo. I’m not sure if it was down to tolerances, or slightly out of true studs on the turbo? Probably a bit of both, because the studs all looked pretty straight to the naked eye. Anyway, after an hour of filing, checking, filing some more, and finally blasting out thoroughly with air and brake cleaner, I got it all together.
I also took a slight edge off the dump pipe, will likely make bugger all difference, but it was easy to do so I got on with it. I also had the manifold to engine mating service made flat during the week, it was noticeably easier to tighten each of the 6 manifold bolts upon fitting it up to the engine. £40 well spent, big thanks to JSR Precision Engineering for such a quick turn around.
I bolted it all up to the car, and then got on with making an oil feed line for the turbo. I’d ordered up some AN4 fittings, and line from Torques, I quite like black fittings and black lines. They cost a little more money than an off the shelf braided line for the turbo, but I quite like the finish, and have used the same coloured fittings and hoses in other parts of the engine bay as well.
I’ve had all kinds of trouble with cheaper fittings in the past, Torques fittings go together much easier. With the line made up, it became apparent quite quickly, that with the turbo fitted to the car I wouldn’t be able to fit the line to the turbo. So off came the entire thing, gearbox brace and all so I could get the line fitted nice and snug.
All fitted up, the photo makes it look like the line is touching the filter housing. That’s not the case, there is decent clearance around the oil line. Theoretically the line shouldn’t move anywhere, it’s fitted to a solid mounted part, but if it’s possible to give clearance I always do.
Hopefully for the final time, the manifold is bolted back up. A neat feature is the inclusion of a gearbox to down-pipe brace. This should help keep everything where it needs to be, I’ve also used tri-locking nuts and fine pitched bolts everywhere. You can also see the air filter has been mounted here as well, it fits perfectly, I can’t wait to get it boxed in.
With the exciting new things all buttoned up, it was time to get on with some of the more mundane tasks. Those included fitting driveshafts, re-wiring up the DEFI’s, fitting the speedo cable, and making sure the fuel system is all nipped up nice and tightly.
With that done, I made a quick list of the final parts and consumables I’d need so I can get the thing started. 99% of that is now ordered, and should be with me this week, meaning I should be able to start it for the first time this coming weekend. Chomping at the bit now, but really nervous!
A while ago now, I picked up a genuine TiAL wastegate fairly cheaply. This was because one of the bolts used to attach it to the screamer had snapped when the previous owner had attempted to remove it from their car.
I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to repair, and started the process by winding on two nuts before nipping them together as tight as I could.
Before getting into the meat of this post, I’d like to preface it with a bit of a disclaimer. Almost everything I write about here is a first, especially at this stage of the build. I am trying to carry out due diligence in terms of how to do things, but there is still a certain amount of learning as part of the process. I write these things, partly for me to look back on and reminisce, and partly to inspire others to do similar. It’s important that the hobby of tinkering live on, our society is slowly but surely embracing throw-away culture, and that’s worrying! Break stuff, fix stuff, tinker, it’s how we learn and grow as people.
I’ll step off my high horse, and get back to mumbling my way through a weekends work.
Following a week in France trying not to break a leg, or tear an ACL, whilst tearing down a mountain on a pair of ski’s, it was back to the task at hand, and that was finally getting the engine back where it belongs. I started by replacing some of the tired looking coolant and vacuum lines which could prove frustrating to access once the engine is back in the bay. I also plugged off some of the redundant coolant lines we don’t need anymore thanks to deleting the heater matrix.
I left things last week with the lofty ambition of finally getting the engine back in the car, and started for the first time, that didn’t quite happen, but I was still able to get a decent amount of work done. Mid way through last week I came to the realisation that without putting myself under a massive amount of pressure I’d not be able to get the engine in and started. But I was OK with this, I need to try and enjoy this process a little more, and not put myself under unnecessary pressure.
After some research and a back and forth with Ray at Kaaz USA (Who is very helpful!), I spoke with Coordsport here in the UK and ordered up an overhaul kit for my Kaaz LSD. The kit (71261-106) arrived early Tuesday morning, and upon opening it up I noticed it came with 12 plates, for my 8 plate LSD. Spares, at least. I had read on the internets that leaving the plates to soak in gear oil before fitting was a smart move. I wouldn’t have chance to put it back together until the weekend, so I plonked the bits I needed in a tub, and loaded them up with gear oil.
In my previous post I suggested that I’d be sending my Kaaz LSD to 3J to be serviced, I also said I’d like to fit the engine at the weekend. 3J suggest a 1 to 2 week turn around, which might mean I wouldn’t have the LSD back in time, and ultimately scupper my plans to fit the engine.
With a small amount of spare time this morning, and after 3 confidence inspiring beers last night, I figured I’d at least have a go at re-ordering the plates my self, what’s the worse that could happen? After an early, and cold start I headed over to the unit to make use of the vice.