The starts were a bit of a struggle. Saturday had a FCY because there was a 944 in the sandtrap beyond turn 8. A wrecker went out to fetch him but wouldn’t go in the gravel to pull the 944 out. So we did lap after lap watching the wrecker not-help. After 4 laps we were well short of turn 14 when I saw the distant turn 14 flagger drop or maybe just dip his yellow.
I couldn’t see Control, and there was no sound of roaring engines.
I knew that there was no way that 944 had gotten pulled out already. I also knew that sometimes flaggers allow their yellow to dip when they turn and chat with their buddy. I also knew that it would be very bad as a series co-director to pass under yellow. So I sat there paralyzed with indecision for a couple seconds until I decided that as unlikely as it seemed it really did look like the distant flagger had intentionally dropped yellow. Fortunately for me, everyone else was as surprised as I was.
Sunday’s start. I was determined to not screw up my shifting. I was going to slow down and methodically hit 2nd and 3rd. I practiced a bit while we waited in grid.
In the driver’s meeting Jim had carefully gone over how the green flag works in a standing start. I’d like to think that this was for the benefit of Thunder. As soon as the group of us came to a stop I waited for the green flag to go up and stationary. That would be my cue to put my highly experienced and lightning quick reflexes on a hair trigger, awaiting only the drop of the stationary green flag.
Gotta hold 3rd place. Gotta hold 3rd place. Accept risk with fast turn entry speeds, gotta hold 3rd place.
Wait for the raise of the stationary green, wait for the raise of the stationary green…GREEN FLAG WAVES! What? WTF is that? Cars zoom by me. SHIT!!!
Ok, gotta hold 4th place, gotta hold 4th place. Go go go!
Shit! Gotta hold 5th place, gotta hold 5th place. Sigh.