Originally Posted by rustomatic
(Post 549495)
So, in a nutshell, I can barely remember driving my car on Saturday. I managed to meet Sieg and Ron, but somehow missed Greg. My timing sucked for pretty much everything, as it seemed like if I was not on the track, I was literally running to the "classroom," as I was in school. The "classroom" sucked, but it was necessary for a few key pointers; mostly, it sucked, and it sucked up my ability to truly enjoy the day, the other cars, or the social elements of the environment. Oh well...
My main problem was sleep deprivation; I did my 120-or-so mile drive down on Saturday morning on about four hours of sleep (no problem--I drove a truck for a living for many years). I had a really cool instructor in the car (Joe Praxel?)--the guy in the classroom not so much. The in-car instructor took me out for one of his red group sessions in his California Special and managed to do a disco-spin going over that little hill; that was some good added value.
My car held up well for three sessions; I thought my basic street tires would be disinspiring, but they were surprisingly not. The suspension and steering felt great; my only confidence issue was my brakes, which still worked fine. I'm just not used to track-like braking requirements (no, no drums are on my car). Still, I actually remember very little of the driving, although the Blue Milk guys took some great feelthy peekchurs that I'll be paying money for, when I get another minute...
I finally managed to ride solo in my third session, and things went okay. That said, it's funny how 340 horsepower quickly feels like a shopping cart on a track. After the session, I heard some frying noises that turned out to be a bunch of water on the top of my motor, so I cut my losses and hit the road. I was so freaking sleepy that all I wanted to do was hit the Starbucks in Willows and go home to bed.
I got black flagged on my first lap, thanks to my cool instructor encouraging me to pass in a turn. Who was I to disagree?
I'm pretty sure that the only guy who passed me in my flaming-fast sessions was Glassman--the guy in the blue Camaro, I think...
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