Repair to race - How it all began.

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Track: NSH2                             
Wu: Macros     
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        Where it all began.          
                                        
 I spent last summer in Kotlas, which is not
there is rulez.                             
 In the river - manure, in the lake - tularemia, in
water - chlorine, in the air - table
Mendeleev. With all these delights I could
enjoy this summer too, but...        
 In August, daddy had a vacation, and
spend free time in Kotlas,
To be honest, no one wanted to. Yagod
and there were no mushrooms in the forest (why - see.
second paragraph), so it was decided
go to a fairyland -
Novgorod region, where far from noise
and the bustle of the world there is a village - Popovo, in
where my grandmother lives. Nearby
Three kilometers away, there is a city - Pestovo.
The city is small, smaller than Kotlas, with one
computer store, which, in addition to
ps/2 there are no mice.               
 No one thought about tickets in advance,
becauseget there on one
It is impossible to travel by train without transfers.  And with
transplants are a pain. It’s clear, don’t suffer
I wanted to.   We used to go like this:
train to Babaev or Suda, and there we
my uncle met me in a Volkswagen, and after
two dash four o'clock we are already in the village.  
 But don’t strain your uncle this time
I wanted to.  Therefore, it was decided - let's go
by car.  Our car drives like crazy
four wheels, IZH-21251 (combi),
passed, if I’m not mistaken, 150 thousand km, and
to the village - only about a thousand. But on
she has never traveled such long distances
I went, so before the trip I had
It was decided to prepare the car.              
                                        
            Prepare to race.            
                                        
 In the evenings, nanukom and I disappeared into
garage, crawling under the car, checking
traction and adding oil.                   
 The rest of the relatives belonged to
the upcoming trip is definitely ten
You'll drive kilometers and you'll break down. But I
I was sure that the car would not let us down.    
 Two days before the trip, as usual
in the evening, we are sitting in the garage. And the neighbor
garage just recently bought a car -
Audi, if I'm not mistaken, used.  Wheelbarrow
I flatly refused to work, so
the neighbor also often hung out in the garage.   
 And now, having lostany hope of repair
his Audi on his own, the neighbor decided
drive her to abtocepbuc, where are these
Foreign cars are repaired with their eyes closed. And with
with this request - to tow the car to
service - he turned to us.
It’s clear that it’s inconvenient to refuse a neighbor, -
I had to agree.   True, for
Moskvich is clearly not intended for towing,
I think it’s easy to hook the cable from behind
nowhere. I had to attach it to the bar,
which holds one end of the spring (also
This bar is called an “earring”). Plank,
already bent to the point of impossibility,
still bent over, but we got the car
successfully towed.                  
 It was an interesting sight - Moskvich was riding,
is towing a cool foreign car,
where a satisfied neighbor sits.  People
turned around and looked at us proudly
following                                  
 We arrived at the service center. Service represented
consists of two twin high garages,
near which there was a decent accumulation
cars, between which they ran every now and then
two men, as it turned out later - specialists
for foreign cars.   -Open the hood!   -
came the command to the neighbor.             
 The specialists brought new spark plugs and a key,
at least half a meter long.  Changed
candles.  -Start it up! - another one was heard
team.                                
 But the car clearly didn’t want to start,
not evengrabbed it.   Then the specialists
thought about it.  Checked the spark - sparks
no.  They brought a tester, rang everything,
what they could around the distributor, and they took it out
verdict: The switch is covered.           
 What is a switch I didn’t know
understandable, but they don’t have this komytatopa
it was, so I had to tow the car
back.  Upon arrival at their native garages,
I was given instructions for
operation and repair of this Audi with
schematic diagram. Switch on it
was designated very specifically:
rectangle with a drawing inside
transistor.    Departed from this
rectangle of at least eight wires,
which immediately ruined my idea to replace
this switch is some kind of transyuk
or KP'shkoy.   Putting aside the instructions, I
joined the preparation of our car
for the trip, and the neighbor went to see his sidekick
get the switch.                     
 The switch was obtained quite quickly, but
the neighbor's joy quickly changed
his usual depression, since this
The switch didn't work either.              
 I don’t have my own multimeter with me.
it was, so I just decided to take a look.
On the right under the kanotom of the wheelbarrow was
this panel is approximately 20 X 20 in size
cm, completely studded with pelyukhs. Some
the luxuries were domestic, which made me
indescribably cheered me up.    I thought
move one rail withinscription
"Made in the USSR", but discovered that
its body can be easily removed. Then I
closed the relay contacts - there was some noise
fan, which was very alarming
neighbor  I decided to continue the inspection and
I removed this panel from the case. There was a
a bunch of connectors and a tangle of wires. One
the wire went from below to the top, and, in theory,
should have been in contact with one paw
relay  It was decided to remove this relay and
inspect.   After nothing
nothing suspicious was detected, please
It was decided to put it back.          
 And then this neighbor decided to check again
the presence of a spark, and... oh, a miracle - when he
turned on the ignition and started a few times
once I turned the crankshaft, I noticed a spark,
which he immediately informed his neighbor about. Neighbor
was delighted, but soon a smile came over him
face disappeared again, because from
holes into which candles are screwed,
there was such a fountain of diesel fuel that it was worth
a dog nearby jumped five
meters.                                 
 Having cursed the specialists from
abtocepbuca, the neighbor gave the idea that
he will arrange the fuel supply himself, the main thing is
that there was a spark.                    
 I think so, just some kind of luxury not
contacted, and when they removed the entire panel,
contact has been established.                      
 There was one day left before the trip, and
nothing was ready.In particular -
the car was not fully prepared. U
we bought another neighbor's head
cylinder block, like our daddy
managed to overheat once, which is why
it seemed to be deformed and often
threw candles.                      
 They were removed from the old head
valve and special paste, which
criticized the unknown who appeared
from where, the third neighbor, they were rubbed under
new saddles.  The head was assembled and
successfully installed.  Then - filling
oil and coolant... Starting - and
after a short dragging
crankshaft starter, the car started.   
 But that's only half the battle. Before leaving there was
decided to change some brakes
pads and worn hoses.  And this
entails bleeding the entire brake
systems - a long and not very
pleasant, especially if the effect is
there is no pumping.                   
 The main indicator of correct
bleeding of brakes and lack of air in
system is a tight brake pedal,
which is precisely what we did not observe.
It's already evening, it's time to go home,
Tomorrow is a trip, but the car is not yet
ready.   The pumping process was repeated
several times, but still no effect
it was.                                   
 But daddy heard suspicious
gurgling sounds in the brake cylinder on
rightrear wheel, resulting in
it was decided this is the same cylinder
disassemble.                              
 In the midst of a discussion about whether it is worth
whether to replace the entire cylinder or replace
only rubber bands (I insisted on the latter
I), the fourth neighbor came up...          
 In short, we have already left the garage
when it started to get dark, dirty
butter, but satisfied, - for tomorrow
the trip will still take place.             
 Confidence in the success of my trip
was given by the presence in the trunk of a suitcase with
spare parts, which, looking ahead
I'll tell you, we didn't need it...               
                                        
               Let's go!                 
                                        
 They woke me up, if I'm not mistaken, in
half past five in the morning.  Light breakfast
ceremony of sitting down on the path - and here it is
We're already in the car.  Last look at
home... - Are we really going?  - not
I resisted.                             
 To which the daddy responded with a successful plant
wheelbarrows and smooth departure.      
 It was cold in the morning.   We were driving along
towards the pontoon crossing across
Northern Dvina, which is located behind the DOK
near Chernyagov.   I still can't
I believed that we had left. After all, besides
no one visited us with nanukomI'm sure that
we will decide on such a journey. But,
seeing our confidence and irrevocability,
relatives realized the incorporeality of everyone
attempts to dissuade us from going.      
 And rightly so.                           
                                        
            The last frontier.            
                                        
 -Thirty-five rubles! - the man announced
price for travel through Nohtoham.             
 The crossing was a chain
nohtohob, stretched from one bank
rivers to another. I'll be honest - it's scary
to drive like this, but then it was the most
convenient and fast way to get to
opposite bank of the river.  And then
there should be no obstacles.     
 And so, having received his 35 rubles, the man
pushes back the barrier blocking
travel                                 
                                        
           No turning back.            
                                        
 The road from the river was not so great -
sandy, with all the delights in the form
numerous holes and irregularities.  We
passed through several villages and went to
asphalt.  It was decided to take as a reference point
some kind of antediluvian tractor standing on
pedestal. On the way back you will need
turn right here.Joy, pride, and many others
incomprehensible feelings overwhelmed me. After all
We have already taken the first, decisive step.
Now - just forward.                 
                                        
       How beautiful it is        
 Russian land!              
                                        
 The road ran along the bank of the Northern Dvina,
the tall opposite one was clearly visible
the shore is a multi-meter cliff, and behind it -
country houses and forest. All around are fields and forests,
what a beauty this is!                   
 As a map we had two
xeroxed sheets - two parts of one
long way.                          
 The first village, as I remember now,
was Privodino. Should be next to her
Kurtsevo, from where they often deliver to us
milk.                                 
 I must say, refueling throughout
there is a huge variety of the entire route, prices for
which fluctuate quite significantly -
in some places a liter of gasoline differed by 40
kopecks But we refueled in Kotlas,
Yes, they captured 20 liters in a canister...    
 Then - Kpacabuho, Demyanovo, and Velikiy
Ustyug.  This city is famous for its
announced the birthplace of Santa Claus, about which
drivers are often reminded of bannerson the highway.                              
 There are also rumors that it was in the Great
Ustyug was equipped with Epmaka, who then
went to conquer Siberia.             
 In the churches of Veliky Ustyug one of the most
richest in the world ukohoctacob.             
 And at that moment I remembered the city
traffic police post in front of the bridge over Cyxohy.
By the way, this Cyxohy throughout
We crossed paths four or five times. 
 Then it’s a rather long journey to
To darkness. As far as I know, in Totbme
Spectrumists live.                     
 In general, the Russian north is very picturesque.
This beauty cannot be described.  This
you just need to see.    See
definitely, at least once in your life, but
see.                                
 The road then went down, then again
raised his arm so high that he was visible
the entire surrounding landscape with landscape,
everything is in full view. The spectacle is wonderful.
How good it is that we live in Russia, and not
fuckin America or somewhere else.             
 Here it is, beauty, strength and power, beauty
and the pristine purity of the Russian land.
How lucky are those who have a house?
somewhere in a village between Totma and
Veliky Ustyug, away from the highway.
Clean air, water, mushrooms and berries in
the forest - what a blessing...               
 Passing by a sign with an inscription
"Kopuho", according to the card there should be a lapel
to Vologda.This realization makes me very
I'm glad because Alex lives in Vologda
Xor.   And in general, Vologda with Kotlas
connected to a lot of things.                   
                                        
          Road to Vologda.            
                                        
 There was a banner hanging in front of the lapel,
showing with an arrow to the left that Vologda
there.  The only one more or less noticeable
settlement in front of Bologda is
Kadnikov.      I must say that
directly through villages and villages we
only passed through a few times, and only then
in the area from the pontoon crossing to
Drive.   Next - only shields with
names, and sandy roads leading
to the villages.                             
                                        
            Fuckin Vologda.             
                                        
 ...may its inhabitants forgive me, for so
I'm not the only one who thinks so. Compared to those
settlements that we saw in
way, Bologa is some kind of madhouse with
lots of cars scurrying back and forth,
road markings that I don’t understand and
a huge number of traffic lights.        
 But daddy, like an experienced driver, before
during the trip I reread the rules of the road
movements, and it seems there are none
violated.                                
 I remember Vologda as somehow old
by plane-monument near the semicircular
roads, bridge with banners in the form of signs
zodiac and the fact that we immediately turned away
there.                                   
 A sympathetic passer-by told us that
you need to drive back and turn
there and there. We traveled for many years
half an hour and, having left the St. Petersburg highway,
sighed with relief.                
                                        
           They make matches there.           
                                        
 The road from Vologda to Cherepovets too
not close.  The largest populated
point - Sheksna.                         
 What's also bad is that it's solid white.
the line in the middle of the road and along its edges - neither
overtake, nor stop.              
 Fortunately, in Cherepovets itself we are not
stopped by, but passed near him -
familiar landscape in the form of a large
number of pipes and smoke emanating from them
reminded me of past train rides,
from the windows of which I did all this repeatedly
observed.                               
                                        
            We've already been here.            
                                        
 Then - a lapel onSudu, that's all
already familiar, because earlier, when we went
on the train, our uncle met us there.
It was necessary to get to the lapel on
I’ll go to Ustyuzhna to turn left there. Path
also, I must say, not close.         
                                        
           Pestovo is ahead!           
                                        
 It should be noted that settlements
we came across the name Pestovo
two pieces, but our goal was precisely
the second is Pestovo, because that’s where he lives
the bulk of relatives, and in
a few kilometers from it - Popovo. 
 I remember this road because...
when it was built, there was no space between the slabs
made expansion joints, and these slabs
fit one on top of the other, which is expressed
sees periodic collisions with wheels
at these joints.                           
 Before Pestov everything was familiar, like, in
among other things, Pestovo itself.  It was decided
buy a watermelon, but after going to a couple of stores
on the outskirts, we realized that there were watermelons here
and it doesn't smell. But there is wine, cookies and
chocolate, and from all this variety
it was decided to buy the latter.           
 They were waiting for us in front of the bridge over Meglinka
watermelons!    Kind Caucasian salesman
chose one watermelon for us and even
asked where we came from.    
 I must say, on the track wemet
many cars with Arkhangelsk license plates
areas.                                
                                        
 Goal achieved!            
                                        
 We arrived in Popovo tired. Besides
from looking around for a long time
I had something happen to my eye...
as a result of which I began to look like
vampire, thereby frightening relatives.  
 We were greeted very well, and after
short questions about how we got there,
it was decided to go into the house.                
 Breaking the tradition accepted there first
business to sit down at the table, eat and
drink, I washed my face, looked at
myself in the mirror and decided to give a little
rest your bloody eyes.        
 The goal was achieved.  I went to
I'm sorry, fortunately she is 20 meters away
home, admired the scenery.            
 We left Kotlas at about 5 o'clock
morning, and we arrived in Popovo around seven
evenings. Like this.