Excitingly, I made it down to Cecil County last night with my hot rod for the first time since putting it back together. It was looking good. The rain was headed to the east and north, the clouds were clearing, and the air seemed to be cooling slightly.
I get teched in, and go rolling down into the lower lanes. There's only about 30 cars waiting, so the line went fast. I get up, set the line lock, pull it into second gear and smoke the tires for a good 6-8 seconds. I'm thinking to myself, "take it easy on the first run and just make sure nothing's going to fly out from the car." So I decided to launch in the 3500-4000 area. I bring up the R's and dump the clutch on the 3rd yellow.
BOOM! The slicks hit and I stop. I cannot move.
I get out and wait for the tow truck. After he drops me off back by my old man's truck, we see that I busted the driveshaft. Bummer...
Good thing a few of the guys are up there have engines built by my Dad. One of them let us use his enclosed jobber to get the car back. The neighbors thought we brought something new and cool home. They were all disappointed when we told them it was a broken Mustang.
With me going back to school in less than 2 weeks, I'm not thinking I'm going to have a chance to run the car again before next year. The slicks are finding the weak points in the drivetrain and the axles will be next.
I only put the smiley face in the beginning of my post to throw people off.
The car's making a lot of power, and I'm still gunning for the guy with the yellow convertible.
Joe
I get teched in, and go rolling down into the lower lanes. There's only about 30 cars waiting, so the line went fast. I get up, set the line lock, pull it into second gear and smoke the tires for a good 6-8 seconds. I'm thinking to myself, "take it easy on the first run and just make sure nothing's going to fly out from the car." So I decided to launch in the 3500-4000 area. I bring up the R's and dump the clutch on the 3rd yellow.
BOOM! The slicks hit and I stop. I cannot move.
I get out and wait for the tow truck. After he drops me off back by my old man's truck, we see that I busted the driveshaft. Bummer...
Good thing a few of the guys are up there have engines built by my Dad. One of them let us use his enclosed jobber to get the car back. The neighbors thought we brought something new and cool home. They were all disappointed when we told them it was a broken Mustang.
With me going back to school in less than 2 weeks, I'm not thinking I'm going to have a chance to run the car again before next year. The slicks are finding the weak points in the drivetrain and the axles will be next.
I only put the smiley face in the beginning of my post to throw people off.
The car's making a lot of power, and I'm still gunning for the guy with the yellow convertible.
Joe

It was the stock driveshaft.