Everyone was a pleasant welcome to us noobs of cones and chalk. This was my second showing at a CalClub autocross event. Here is a link to the story of my first experience a bit over a year ago. Aw heck, I couldn’t find it anymore….
Anyway, Steve Abbot was a big disappointment. He was talking smack for a couple of weeks. Isley said if Abbott could not beat some Neanderthals T1 guys by at least two seconds he should quit. He couldn’t meet that challenge. Heck, the T1 guys could barely find their way around the course. T1 drivers are not very near the top rung of RQ (Racing Intelligence Quotient). We get confused if there is not a clearly marked path of asphalt with walls and stuff. Sometimes we even then we get turned around.
So Abbott is going to come on here and crow about his victory. What victory? Sure he posted a 63.8 to Dale’s 64.x and my 65.x, but I saw that supposed “fast run” of his. At solo practice I have found you guys don’t count cones and Abbott was counting on this omission. I watched his “fast run.” His silver Z06 looked like some sort of demented Pez dispenser on an overdose of fluorescent orange diuretics as he rounded the course. The way I calculated his time it should have been more like 863.8, but my calculator ran out of battery in the process. Next time I will keep it plugged into Dale’s generator when I am drawing that much power!
As for my time, yeah, I was probably close to two seconds off of Abbott’s hyper renal pace, but I should have had the fastest time of day. I figure that with what I know now my car should have:
1. More rear brake bias so I can rotate the beast into the corners better
2. Fresher rear tires as she was over-steering like a moonshiner nanny tourist late to the Black Friday opening of Walmart NY.
3. My race mirrors removed so I can see those danged markers on the tighter corners… REALLY!
4. Changed my oil as I am sure that would be good for another 15 HP
5. Filled my window washer tank in my car so I can rinse off all that orange fluorescent cone stuff I got on my windshield while waiting to get around Abbott on one of his slower runs where he actually managed to go in between some cones.
6. And a few other mods I need to keep secret for competitive advantage.
The way I figure it, I could have done a 48.xxx lap with a little better advance understanding of this motorsport you guys are so snooty about. I figure the:
o better tires are worth about .5 second
o better brake bias another .5 second
o removal of those mirrors, since I don’t need to be looking for you dudes anyway, is worth another .5 second
o secret modifications 1.5 seconds
o But just filling my window washer tank and getting Abbott the heck out of my way is worth another 14 seconds so I can uncork my wild 8 banger from Hay Deez.
Yeah, I met a lot of you naysayers out there today. But what do you guys know. You wouldn’t even let me make the changes to my car and then go out there and run another session by myself. What are you afraid of? Do you think some dumb road racer is gonna beat ya? What is that joke you guys always tell? If road racers where any smarter they would be called autocrossers or something like that…?
I think the ring leader was that dude in the white beemer running that big black wing. Simanyi is his name. Sure, he was all smiles, but can you really trust a guy that nice? People say he did a 62.0 flat. I think not. It’s a Beemer. I have never seen a BMW win NASCAR or a drag race so how can they go fast?
And who is the dude with the bald head and the funny way of talking. I thought we done run all them dudes off of the continent. Max Hayter is the name. That sounds like the name of a bad guy in a 1930’s comic strip. But I can’t be too rough on him. He went way out of his way to get the youth steward to come out just for my son to run his kart. It’s a good thing my son didn’t beat my time today Hayter or we’d be talkin’!!!
The real sleeper today was Katy Nicholl. She turned a 67 in a little unassuming red Miata that isn’t even hers. I have to pick those cars out of my radiator after a road race, but she made that car scoot. I felt so prideful when she asked for a ride in my car. Then I watched her drive. Waves of humiliation akin to my first autocross experience returned. I had to call Smiling Bob and order some Enzyte after witnessing her driving performance. Next time I will be a little more humble and hand her the keys. I will certainly learn a lot more about going fast from her than Abbott!


