Weekly Roundup: Faster Than A Daytona Prototype Edition

It's alive! Jon Shevel's patient tracking down of the Neon's many problems has finally paid off. Turns out that you can get multiple bad crank sensors in a row from an AutoZone. With a decent sensor installed, the car ran strong, if not smooth, for two sessions before throwing its throttle cable in the third, and, last, session of Mid-Ohio's twilight test and tune.
Not so lucky: the #59 ex-Brumos Porsche Fabcar Daytona Prototype. Now owned by an Ohio local, it made it to the grid of Session 1 before I did but stalled out and would not restart. So I had to back up while they pushed it past me. I cannot begin to imagine what kind of hassles you have trying to operate a twelve-year-old prototype that is now supported by precisely nobody. Maybe being rich isn't all it's cut out to be.
Let's see what Bark and I got up to this week:

From Bark this week we have a Fiesta ST Long-Term update. Spoiler alert: he likes the car.
This is a bit late on my part, but Bark is also on the Hooniverse Podcast, "Bark At The Moon". I haven't listened to the whole thing yet, so check it out at your own risk.
For Road&Track, I wrote a tribute of sorts to Peter Egan titled Does Your Car Have Character? 21st Century Edition. As you would expect, some people are taking it very seriously and getting very upset because their particular car isn't doing well or isn't represented at all. (WHERE'S THE FIVE CYLINDER AIR COOLED ROTARY, YOU JERK!)
Over at TTAC, you can read a brief discussion of the best Porsche Turbos. I also referred to my favorite blogger, "The Last Psychiatrist", when talking about the guy who attacked a Zipcar with a U-lock.
What's next for us? Well, I'm going to get a new throttle cable for the Neon. And by "new" I mean "used", because new throttle cables for Neon are "NLA". In the near future, I'll be sharing a story about how I drove twenty-five hours to the greatest race you've never heard of. (The greatest race about which you've never heard, maybe?) Here's a preview.
