For the first time in the history of SpecE30 at CMP, a 1:54 got pole on Sunday. Usually it takes a 1:52 get pole. And the 1:54 was me, woohoo! After all these years, my very first pole.
I was in first place. For about a microsecond.
Sunday’s tale. Craig Guthrie was on my right at the standing start. My start was fine, but his was really good. So I tucked in behind him and braked into 1. Craig started leaving me and Paul starting catching up. I focused on not sucking. I really needed to be on my A game if I was to have any hope of keeping Paul back.
My worst turn at CMP is 8. Paul and I headed into 8. This was maybe lap 3. I had enough gap that he was unlikely to try to take it. I executed a turn 8 that was sucked a little less than usual and checked my mirror to see how Paul did. He came out slow and I exclaimed “Woohoo!”. Then he moved over and really slowed down. I thought “Uh oh. He’s got a problem. Shit.”
The Saga of Sandro. Because he skipped the early morning qual, Sandro started in the rear. It took several laps before he appeared in my rear view mirror. I was pleased with myself about that. Usually he can get from the rear of the group to my mirror in a couple turns. I was watching him in my rear view mirror with a big silly grin on my face when I realized I’d missed my braking point for 4. Once the dust settled he wasn’t in my rear view mirror anymore. Shit.
I run a set of tires for 3 weekends and this was the end of the 3rd weekend.
My tires were going. I was determined to drive hard tho. I’d started in good position and I wasn’t going to get lazy. I needed to accept risk and push myself to resolutely stay out of my comfort zone. I couldn’t relax, I had to stay hungry. I had to go into turns 3 and 8 so fast that I’d be scared. Then I’d have to make it work. Also, I needed to compensate for the slippery tires as best I could by adjusting braking points, turn in points, and entry points such that I got everything possible out of the failing tires. No getting comfortable. It had to be total focus A game.
Chuck started coming up from behind. I was doing my goddamndest to put down good laps to keep him back, but I was getting a lot of sideways that was forcing me to be judicious on the throttle. Chuck got beside me on the front straight, we went into 1 together and I think it was 3 where he got ahead. It was a pretty damned fabulous and ballsy 3 he pulled off to do it. In the laps that followed Chuck slowly pulled away while I experienced some WOT drifting as I resolutely accepted more risk then is usual for me.
I ended up 4th. Damn that was fun.