screwynewy wrote:
I was home by 9pm and I was the last to leave.
From the back of the pack, things were no less exciting, but not for W2W reasons.
On Saturday, 6 laps into the race, my engine died at the turn-in to T1 – a lead on the back of my kill switch worked it’s way loose, cutting power to the coil. (I initially assumed that I missed a shift.) I ended up coasting to a stop behind Bobbie Elam, who had had another 944 drive up and over her side just in front of me. Six laps of watching the race in my rearview from the very edge of the track-out of T1 was not what I would describe as fun, but with 6 of 12 laps, the race counted. Unfortunately for Steve Kappy, a down tire from a Lap 1, Turn 1 excursion limited him to 5 laps despite a fast trip to the paddock for a new wheel.
Sunday qualifying was "interesting" thanks to a 944 that blew its engine through the line in T3. During what was looking like my first clean lap of the session, I must have come through just after the 944 went off and drove right through the oil at the apex – I kept it to just 2 fishtails :silly: – the corner worker apparently thought pointing toward the 944 that I couldn’t see would be much more effective than using a flag. Go figure.
A stalled Spec Racer made the start a bit crazy and a total brown-out in T9 on the first lap was definitely pulse-pounding. Being put a lap down by Jens and Chris in T9 and T10, respectively, right before checker gave me the definitive proof that stock camber plates are severely robbing my corner exit speed.
A lackluster performance, for sure, but most important to me was J.J.'s autograph on the last two blanks in my rookie book. :woohoo: