It’s been a roller-coaster ride - a week in which our tight little unit have been tested to the limit. And beyond. More of that in a moment.
Let’s talk about the build, baby. The Norseman has been ‘on fire’. Suspension first. When we tore the beetle apart, we very quickly realised that almost everything fitted to, or, more likely, ‘dumped’ on the car was JUNK. Like the exhaust - fresh out of the scrap bin. You cannot build a race car without the fundamentals being sound. Wheel control is critical. We pondered hard - discussed the limitations of the SC’s basic design - and finally concluded that we needed the best - despite the crushing outlay. Enter: ‘KW’. As a bonus we get adjustability for different tracks and changing weather conditions. The one time I drove the ‘original’ SC, briefly, in the wet, the rate of rotation was impossibly fast. I knew instinctively that this, ultimately, wouldn't be a quick configuration, we needed some way to work on generating more mechanical traction - ‘KW’ suspension will allow us to play with this parameter. Most excellent.
Weight saving up next. Glass? Very nice to see through, and drink out of - but damned heavy. It’s made of sand you know. Out go the 911′s windows - in comes the perspex. The Viking is handy with his axe - in one legendary carve up, the beetle sheds many valuable kilos - and I get yet more ‘genuine Porsche’ 'parts’ to dispose of via eBay. Epic.
Transportation department. Modification to our newly acquired trailer was the next task on the Viking’s never-ending agenda - the logistics theme for 2018 is ‘compact’, our trailer is, (just), 911 SC size, but we needed a rack on which to also transport our newly-aquirred ‘wets’. So the Viking drew one up - and built it. Yeah, just like that. That’s how we roll at Drakar Kapp.
Now, whilst all this frenetic development work has been going on, quietly, in the background, I’ve been on the trail of something rather special - and becoming impossibly rare to find - a second engine. Unbelievably, a couple of months ago, on my radar popped up a freshly rebuilt 3.0 SC ‘long-block’ - i.e, a 911 SC engine complete, but without exhaust, induction or ancillaries. Yep. The proverbial rocking horse’s sh*t. I made several offers, but was turned down flat every time. So I waited. And waited. One day, recently, the millionaire owner got bored, and took the decision to just ‘clear it out’. And a deal was struck. I got lucky. At Drakar Kapp we were VERY excited.
The Viking made plans to courier it to Belgium. And that, is where things started to spiral horribly out of control. The inept - and shabby - logistics company we engaged somehow ‘lost’ our engine. For ‘lost’, read ‘had stolen’. And, to add insult, delivered to Belgium a pallet that contained a shonky old Renault van gearbox - then blithely insisted that this crappy old transmission was what had been collected. What the...? When the courier told me to ‘relax’ and that ‘they were doing everything within their power, etc.’, that is the point at which I declared war. And a vicious conflict it was too - I was fully prepared to assemble a vigilante posse and conduct my own ‘private investigations’, indeed I was in the process of actioning this, when, fully two weeks after it had left for Belgium, the flat-six motor turned up, right back where its journey had started, Archer Motorsport. I had, from day one, explained to the recalcitrant logistics cowboys that ‘this will NEVER be over until I get my engine back - I will never give up. Never’
Something in my tone must have convinced the courier that there would not be a happy ending for them - or their subcontractors - ever. Indeed I think my relentless questioning, and continuous thinly veiled threats eventually annoyed them to the point that someone, somewhere, phoned somebody and said ‘this awful guy never gives up - return the damn thing, get him off our case’
Unbelievably, the day after I had made public my intention to stick a report into the police and trading standards, the engine, (code name DK02-FFE-VW), mysteriously returned to base - the exact location where it had started its adventure two weeks earlier.
For a few days there, it was touch and go. If we had accepted the motor was ‘lost’, it would have been lost - to us. Forever. The sharks were circling. But we never did. Not for a minute. Never will.
I think it will grow up to be a ******g fast engine :-)