In reply to Tim Suddard :
The following spring a notice appeared in the Newspaper ( pre internet ) about a Vintage sports car race up at Brainerd in conjunction with the Trans-Am. When I attended they announced they’d gotten members of the Local SCCA club to lend drivers gear and other stuff like seat belt ( nope, no shoulder harness since we wouldn’t have rollbars) and fire extinguishers. I was in! No discussion about entry fees or medical etc. just show up with a pre 1960 sports car and either remove or cover your license plates.
Later at the event, sitting around the campfires we all agreed to put $10. In the hat to formalize the Start of VSCRI but before that I had to race prep the MGTD.
I had a secret dyno. Actually it was just a steep hill 150 feet from to my garage. I drew a chalk mark on the road at the bottom expansion joint and one more at the expansion joint just before the top. ( there I go bragging, it was just a piece of Sheetrock I’d grabbed out of a neighbors trash pile).
I did have a stop watch though. Once the MG was properly warmed up I would start rolling and try to hit the mark at 2500 RPM mash the throttle wide open and try to reach 5000 RPM just as I crested the hill. I kept adjusting the timing until I was a quick as I could get it. Then I adjusted the fuel mixture until it was as fast as it would get and went back and checked the timing. By opening up the valve clearance I saved a full second in my time but to give credit where due that came straight out of the Bowers book.
The next day a low pressure front came through and I readjusted for those conditions. By keeping notes I was able to adjust the fuel mixture Up so many “flats” for hot low pressure. Down so many flats for cold, dry, high pressure etc. Because a MGTD is driven pretty much flat out in modern traffic every trip to work was a testing session. Freeway cloverleafs helped set up the handling. 26 f 28 rear tire pressure seemed ideal with a 1&1/2 pound split between left and right.
The event itself turned a surprise. Practice and qualifying had me more than a second and a Half slower than Mark Brandow in his Supercharged MGTC . There were 5 MGT series and we decided before the race to stick together in a pack. To put on a good show and then on the last lap it would be everybody for themselves.
We started off letting the slower cars get to the front of the pack. Then slowly relegating them to the back. Only to let them work their way to the front again. But during this I noticed the TD could out brake to TC and had a faster corner speed. But he’d truck away on anything where power was an issue.
I began a strategy by braking with him or slightly less than he did. Same with cornering.
And yes I sandbagged acceleration as well. So well In fact that he stayed with the pack on the long front straight. I went to the high side of the banking on the last lap and using the downhill momentum I’d gained-speed on him Which got me even with him going into the the over 90 degree turn 3. Even but with me on the outside. That meant he had to brake harder because of his track position and By taking a high energy line, That put me ahead and on the outside in turns 4-5-6-7-8-9-10. But by now he had the bit fully in his teeth and used his power advantage on the straight between 10& 11 he wound up beating me into turn 11. The last turn before the main straight and checkered flag.
He beat me but I was still on the outside.. I did the absolute minimum braking I could and tried desperately to keep my momentum up. He had to turn tighter and use more braking. I was able to-exit the turn significantly ahead of the TC and able to squeeze just enough speed to cross the finish line maybe 4 inches in front.
The announcer was going crazy and I had a big stupid grin on my face for days afterward. Mark came up and congratulated me like the Gentleman he is and we both enjoyed the accolades we got from fellow racers and spectators who thought the MG T series race was the best one of the weekend. Not bad for finishing something like 17 th on the field.
The best part is sitting around the campfire