It was an excellent day--Dave picked well. The weather was absolutely perfect, not even windy, which is almost weird. There were only about 40 cars for the whole day, so groups were not clogged at all. Speed SF put on a great track day, short of the whole refusal to allow Sean's truck.
My car worked great, up to a point. In my third session, I started getting some kind of power cut that only happened when turning right after about seven laps. Otherwise, I was having a good time, hitting about 120 on the straight before applying my still somewhat low-confidence brakes. Last time out, I had the stupid speed limiter (unknowingly) sticking me at 95-98, reminding me that the car's PCM was from a Suburban, not a Corvette. Now, it's set at about 217 . . .
This was my first time doing the bypass configuration, which is perhaps a bit more interesting when you're seeing it from so far back in the car (back seat area). It takes some getting used to, and I pretty much hit it like your grandma every time.
Dave's car worked great, until it didn't. I didn't see Dave in the first session, but in the second, I passed him, only because his clutch said "F-you!" My friend Chuck, who drove his totally stock 1985 Mazda Rx7 120+ miles to the track (and back home), ripped through all of his sessions without an issue. Go figure.
There was very minimal carnage for the day, short of a guy in a McLaren who lightly tagged a wall. Small groups probably helped.
Nobody brought a real camera, but there is phone-cam evidence of Dave using tools.
