[MR2] An MR2 referance
jrichter2 at wi.rr.com
Sat Apr 3 20:44:42 EDT 2010
On 4/3/2010 9:11 AM, Wayne Arndt wrote:
> I have a '91 Turbo T and (knock on wood) have only spun it around once and
> that was my fault testing my new Yokohamas and the oversteer I always hear
> about on this list. I tend to push hard in the corners too. The one time was
> when I was the only one on the road and there were no cars on either roads.
> The road I was on was the straight through part of a T, I made a 90' turn
> from onto the ending road; I entered the corner at 45mph, 3rd gear and
> accelerating in the middle of the power curve with constant turbo boost at
> about 80%. Car ended up about 1/4 turn too far, just let off the gas& was
> able to immediately get it back under control and into my own lane. Actually
> I think if the road I turned onto didn't have tire grooves I may have made
> it, plus the yokos tramlined& pulled much more than my Kumhos do. Maybe I
> should try it again!?
Mostly completely unrelated, but I feel I must share:
Worst spin I ever had - non-MR2.
December, 1985. I'm moving from Anchorage Alaska (back) to Wisconsin,
with everything I own, and my cat, in my 1985 Plymouth Colt E hatchback
(Sweet ride!). Late afternoon Monday 12/16, somewhere in the Yukon on
the Alaska Highway. It's late dusk, there's about an inch of fresh snow
on the road, very light traffic [meaning one vehicle about every 20-30
minutes] and snowbanks about 1-3 feet high on either side of the road.
Coming around a right-hand, nicely banked bend in the road, the rear end
snaps around on me and I do a 270-degree spin, coming to a stop in the
middle of the road. Somehow managed to avoid hitting the snowbank on
either side of the road. The tire-tracks of the spin are visible in the
snow on the road. Being young and foolish, rather than making the right
turn and continuing on my way, I turn BACK to the left so my headlights
can illuminate the track so I can see how close I came to piling off the
road. Suitably impressed with myself, I then turn left again
attempting to face back in the direction I was going - and promptly slid
the front of the car off the road into the snowbank, just deep enough
that I could not get myself out. "Rocking it" just noses me further off
I'm now a little nervous.
My brother (Anchorage PD) had given me a couple flares before I left,
just in case. I also had a cheapish set of these "roller chain"
thingies, kind of a flat cable wire set of snow chains. I spent about
10-15 minutes trying to dig enough snow away from the tires (with a
plastic file tray, the closet thing I had to a shovel) to put the
chains on, but no luck. So I resigned myself to sitting on the side of
the road waiting for engine noises before lighting the first of the
flares. I don't recall how long it took, but somebody eventually came
along, I torched the flare, they pulled up and helped me pull the car
onto the road, and I completed the rest of the trip mostly without incident.
It actually was a pretty great trip - At the time the Alaska Highway
still had a couple hundred miles of unpaved sections, and the road was
much better frozen over in December than it had been in June when I
drove up. I got lucky on the weather and other than the first night
crossing the Canadian border when it was some ridiculous number of
degrees below zero, I pretty much had shirtsleeve weather the rest of
the drive down to Montana, where it started snowing. At least I
remember calling my folks from an outdoor phonebooth around Banff or
Calgary without a coat on.
There is one slight embellishment in the above - I probably was out of
the Yukon and into British Columbia by Monday evening - but it sounds
more remote to say "The Yukon". I know the exact date because I left
Anchorage on Sunday morning and drove out via Fairbanks because I wanted
to drive the Alaska Highway end-to-end. This had to have been the
second day of the trip because I know I was pretty far north - I crossed
the border late Sunday, and I was probably off the highway entirely by
Wednesday - I made it to Eau Claire Wisconsin by Friday night, because I
had friends who were graduating on Saturday.
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