Bit of a disaster really! Halfway round the return line of the power steering blew off and we lost all the power steer fluid. Then the isolator popped out and we stopped on the track...aaaargh! Gareth towed us off, I found what had happened, reset the isolator and drove back onto the track through the marker fence, which was a 6km length of string on rebar posts. So then we were wrapped up in rebar and string, can this get any worse?
Well we finished and set about finding a new piece of 3/8" hose (got any 'ose?), but that isn't the problem, just the symptom. The p/s box has packed up which is why the return line is getting pressurised. So we've vented the cap to take the pressure off, and half-filled the reservoir so it doesn't splash round too much. All this has cost us a shedload of penalties because we should have been in Parc Ferme whan we were trying to fix the car.
But hey, we're still in it, let's see if we can get round. I'll have arm muscles like Charles Atlas by the time I've doen 340km without power steering! Wish us luck - looks like we'll need it!
These are the voyages of the starship 'Newtrix'. Its multi-year mission: to compete in any rally within striking distance of Dubai, and to acquire shiny trophies. To boldly go wherever this quest may take us, as long as we can be home in time for tea.
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Belated, but good luck, Mr Atlas!
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