Unfortunately, there has not been much time to chronicle the events of a fabulous day at the track. Lots of track time and we were joined by several Newbies.
Elder was drafted into service as an instructor as Dervish had to cancel at the last moment. His willing pupil was none other than young Daniel Farhood piloting Dervish's red Porsche. Of course the first order of business was for Elder to tweak the car such that it was track capable.
Bill Dane brought his fabulous FFR to the event only to find out that its aggressive stance, when put under lateral stress, resulted in some rather spectacular smoking caused by rubber rubbing the rear fender wells. Removing the spacers and raising the springs cured that issue and all was well the rest of the day.
Wild Bill's instructor was appalled at his FFR brakes, steering, tires and other control issues which mattered none to Bill for it was just business as usual as far as he was concerned.
Fast Freddy was just that...FAST. He said he needed to rattle his eye balls as therapy for the recent frustrations caused by four months of trying to help another CACC sort out some "minor issues".
The Track team was graced by a guest apperance by Captain Crunch as a willing pit crew.
Mini Pearl posted half a day for his first track event of the year. Apparently, making babies takes a lot of time.
Although Tim's Shelby Mustang looked and sounded spectacular, its mechanical issues kept him from being social as he was distracted as described above.
John Evans' Shelby, with it's 800 HP, proved to be too much for the Intermmediate Group so he quickly graduated to the Advanced Group where he could actually properly exercise that 4,400 lb. beast.
Hot Rod Chambers, found himself, without explaination, in the Novice Group, where he spent most of the day instructing his instuctor. Unfortunate, as Vic and I enjoy competing on the track.
R3 treated Elder and Daniel to a nice on track spin in turn 4. Since Dervish was not there, Herb felt obligated to show Daniel how to properly perform this maneuver.
Some of you may remember the hood incident in the recent Pocono recap. Turns out it was an American Iron buddy of our Dirt Devil who forgot to latch his hood pins and took himself out with a rather spectacular hood in the face at speed. Not to be out done, our very competitive Dirt Devil replicated the feat on his own car. Apparently, he has finally fixed all his many other issues both mechanical and numerous other self inflicted sheet metal episodes so he has now added this to his ever growing comprehensive list of calamitous events. Ever positive, he is now in the market for a long wished for lexan windshield along with another 5 gal. bucket of flat black paint. Oh yes, the nick naming committee is now accepting nominations.
As for me, CB, I had the best HPDE of all time. Pushing the Black Stallion like never before. It held up except I seem to have developed some undiagnosed play in my rear end.
Uncharacteristically, I was only passed by some smokin' hot V 12 Mercedes, and John Evans screaming Mustang all day...until the last heat, driving solo, I got confused by some intermittent yellow flags, a red and yellow striped flag,(rather than my typical blue and yellow flags waved at me for holding people up), I inadvertently, held up two hot shoes...Robbin Sparrow and Brian Hare (what were they doing in the Intermediate Group anyway??) which earned me a post heat scolding from Brian for not lifting long enough on the straights for their BMWs to make a pass...I thought they were waving off my "OK to pass" signals...
Woody Hare, who was also instructing, was kind enough to dust me off before the nice barbeque. Fortunately, we were packed up and on our way before the skies opened up. I am sure the the two Bills had a tough ride home.
(If I left you out of the narrative, please forgive me. It is probably because you behaved all day which is a rarity with this many CACCs in attendance).
CB
