A day that doesn't go like you hoped at the race track is far better than a good day at work. So they say and so I agree. It's supposed to be fun, and it is, as long as you make it back home safe and in good health. I believe that, I know it's true.
And we're already back home safe and sound, though we were planning to run the race track all day and spend the night in Georgia and come back home tomorrow instead of today. The best laid plans of mice and men....
First run of the day....I've been around this track so many times. SO many times, but that blower got to howling and I know I've got the best brake setup anybody could have, and at that speed that I'm not really used to going into Turn 1 that fast, I missed the mark by maybe 50 feet. I missed it. They have marks, counting down the hundreds of feet to the turn. And it's a throwaway turn, no speed available through there.
BRAKES BRAKES BRAKES, too late, I'm not gonna make that turn. If I TRY to make that turn, I'll get sideways on the asphalt and for sure roll the car when it hits the sand sideways, so I went straight into the sand. I've got video of me doing this, and what led up to it, but I no longer know how to upload videos.
That sand pit, if you keep your wheels turning, you can drive out of there. If you come to a stop and start plowing and digging, you're stuck. I didn't want to be the guy who stopped the run session.
But that wasn't the big "it." The game stopper came on in the second session of the morning when the right rear brake caliper started squirting brake fluid on the wheel. AGAIN. For the 4th time. With that sanctioning body, I-group drivers (Intermediate Solo) can only take passengers after lunch. Aside from blowing the same caliper seal 4 times in a row, I was most upset and depressed that Sue Unit didn't get to ride along on her favorite track.
Went back to the motel, it was too late to check out, we gave them that room back paid for and came home. Maybe and probably they'll rent that same room again tonight to somebody running from Florida.
And we're already back home safe and sound, though we were planning to run the race track all day and spend the night in Georgia and come back home tomorrow instead of today. The best laid plans of mice and men....
First run of the day....I've been around this track so many times. SO many times, but that blower got to howling and I know I've got the best brake setup anybody could have, and at that speed that I'm not really used to going into Turn 1 that fast, I missed the mark by maybe 50 feet. I missed it. They have marks, counting down the hundreds of feet to the turn. And it's a throwaway turn, no speed available through there.
BRAKES BRAKES BRAKES, too late, I'm not gonna make that turn. If I TRY to make that turn, I'll get sideways on the asphalt and for sure roll the car when it hits the sand sideways, so I went straight into the sand. I've got video of me doing this, and what led up to it, but I no longer know how to upload videos.
That sand pit, if you keep your wheels turning, you can drive out of there. If you come to a stop and start plowing and digging, you're stuck. I didn't want to be the guy who stopped the run session.
But that wasn't the big "it." The game stopper came on in the second session of the morning when the right rear brake caliper started squirting brake fluid on the wheel. AGAIN. For the 4th time. With that sanctioning body, I-group drivers (Intermediate Solo) can only take passengers after lunch. Aside from blowing the same caliper seal 4 times in a row, I was most upset and depressed that Sue Unit didn't get to ride along on her favorite track.
Went back to the motel, it was too late to check out, we gave them that room back paid for and came home. Maybe and probably they'll rent that same room again tonight to somebody running from Florida.
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