I had one of those interesting mornings…
I’ve finally figured out why I was having trouble with the fuel maps in the EMU- if you want both I/J maps turned on, you gotta manually enable the second one for each injector channel individually in the I/J Parameter
screen. So last night I made a new set, and this morning I went out to try ‘em out and capture some datalogs.
My favorite place for this sort of thing is Alga Road just east of El Camino Real in Carlsbad. Very few stoplights and lots of long, uphill stretches where you can floor it in the lower gears and really let the engine wind up. I should mention that the top was up (chilly morning) and that I’m somewhat tall. This becomes important later.
So I’m sitting at the stoplight on El Camino southbound waiting to turn left onto Alga. The light turns green, and I head off. As soon as I’m straightened out heading east I give it the gas. About the time I’m ready to shift out of fourth (nearing the crest of a hill) I hear the siren, look back and see the lights. Ok, flashers on, pull over to the side, engine off, hands on the wheel, look straight ahead. The drill.
Officer: “Do you know why I stopped you?”
Me: “Yeah, I guess I was going a bit fast back there” (important tip: Just admit it. This is not the time to play dumb.)
Officer: “You were doing close to 80 MPH back there.”
Me: (thinking: Only 80?)
Officer: “You drive like this all the time?”
Me: (thinking: Only when I’m tuning my illegal, non-CARB-approved engine management system)
Now, I don’t condone road-racing. I’m a reasonably mature and restrained person, but this is a nice straight section of four-lane divided highway, and traffic is light today. But because there are a few neighborhoods around, it’s a 45MPH limit.
So he goes back to the Crown Vic with my license and registration, which I’m thinking I won’t be seeing again any time soon. I’ve always assumed that getting pulled over for speeding with boost and EGT gauges on the A-pillar, a vent-mounted WB02, and a computer on the dash showing your datalogs was pretty much instant impound. Which is about when I remembered that since I had been logging, my vehicle speed graph was still sitting there prominently on the display. (Very discretely reach over and hit the “hibernate” button on the PC while he’s walking back to the cruiser.)
At any rate, I’m cool and reasonable with the officer, and at the end of the conversation I’m holding nothing worse than a written warning!
When I got back home, I read the warning, and it says I was doing 75. More importantly, the speed was estimated by pacing, no radar hit. I checked the data logs from the run a bit later, and it looks like before he hit the siren I’d peaked at 167KPH, which is 104 MPH. (thinking: God, am I lucky!)
Oh, about the top being up? Well, I’m about 6’2” tall, and between that, my small glass rear window, and the fact that I keep the side mirrors turned out to the side (rather than inward) means my rearward visibility is pretty poor. The police officer had been sitting right behind me at the stoplight before I took off.