October 2nd, 3rd 2009
The finale Race Weekend
This past weekend marked the final showdown at PIR. I showed up with my Bremerton results in hand and turned them in, giving me the needed points to stay in the running. Despite still being underdog, and having an unfavorable track configuration... I arrived in really good spirits to this event. The course configuration was straight-thru for the final event at PIR, and I felt like I had a fair shot- so long as I ran a perfect 30 minute race without a single mistake. Although a long shot coming out on top of the points race *could* in theory be done.
Shedding another .405 seconds off my prior best times via further aerodynamic/suspension tuning- the gap was finally narrowing. I was well prepared to give it my all at this event. My plan was simple: to kick ass by dolling out uncharacteristically consistent 1:17's like they were going out of style, as well as readying myself for some serious close quarters racing. I felt like that if I could get close and stay with Cameron (or if he let me in), I could stay out in front. Nothing could stop me now I thought. No one was getting by me in a braking zone again. I am invincible!! Gold Rangers- Circle of Power!!
Revised totals: Hudak 158 points, Bennar 153 points. Thus, assuming I could post a 1st place finish in either the main or sprint race instead of finishing 2nd, I could win the ITE championship or lose it by just 1 single point. After an entire year of dueling it out- the moment of truth has arrived. No one else in the class mattered.
It was just me and him. 2 races. 1 Point. ~1 second gap. Winner takes all.
Saturday Morning Practice
Having taken a much needed break since my last test & tune days, I needed practice and to shake the car down. I was concerned that I didn't have enough coffee, but otherwise felt good about my prospects. My NSX ran surprisingly strong out of the gate in the highly favorable conditions. For the first time in awhile, my predictive lap timer was all
RED in every corner, which was a good sign that my times were still dropping at PIR as I adjusted to my revised chassis setup.
Sitting at impound, I got my first indication that my ducks were starting to stray. The steward came over to complain about 104dbA given cloud cover. Then the chief steward came over with a request for action sheet, asking to see my chase cam video. Uh oh. Apparently the T9 worker had dropped a yellow over the wall just as I was passing Val Kory but I completed the pass before T10. I would have to take a positional penalty during qualifying I was told.
Last day I had the car out, it had an undiagnosed shake on the last session. I intended to do all the due maintenance earlier, but was so busy I just didn't have the time this round. The problem was still very much there and would need to be dealt with immediately. I drill in, and find out that my driver’s side rear brake rotor had a loose hat. It was floating all right. Still, nothing Loctite can't fix. As my crew chief had to put some time in at his undisclosed day job, Kyle's dad was nice enough to lend me a hand.
Saturday Qualifying
I felt ready to hammer out an acceptable time so I could get well seated behind Cam given the impending penalty.
I was doing my final round of pre-flight checks, then things went south in a big way. As I was inspecting my under-tray, I noticed grease everywhere. I looked, and in dismay my passenger rear inner driveshaft boot had disintegrated, and I could see the axle bearings and a boot band dangling about. The grease was all over the cylinder block. Little shards of metal sat on my under-tray. Could this last 3 more laps I asked myself? Hmm. This is really bad.
After several frantic calls, Titanium Dave came to my rescue. He had a boot kit as well as a spare drive shaft at his pad. I could pick it up after he is finished with his bicycle event.
I thought: HOLY SWEET JESUS I HAVE NOW SEEN THE SPEED GOD AND HE IS WEARING SPANDEX!!! Dave saved my ass yet again. :tongue::tongue::tongue:
I threw qualifying, and started to disassemble the car.
Saturday, Evening
Unable to get my spindle nut off with tools on hand, I loaded the car back onto the trailer. I Drove back to the shop. I Unloaded the car at the shop. We had the nut off with an impact gun in minutes time. Then I took the passenger rear upper control arm off. Then the shock from the hub. Then the shaft dropped out. It was toast and needed a bit more than a boot kit. Not a quicky fix.
Back to Dave's which is like another hour to pick-up the full replacement part. Then back to the shop. It’s going to be a late one.
Saturday, Late Night
It is now nearing midnight, and I finally have the new driveshaft in and things buttoned back up. The passenger side is starting to sling grease too, but I am sure it can hold for an hour. I just have to load it on to the trailer, and find my keys.
It is now 1 AM. I have found my keys. I need sleep.
Sunday, Morning Sprint Race
Having thrown my position, I now get to start at the back. Whatever. No worries. I sit in the car. 5 Minute warning. 1 Minute warning. I feel the adrenaline pump into my veins. This is going to be good. I nail out an HPDE advanced/instructor group competitive time behind the pace car on my warm-up lap. I know right away that yes, this is going to be real good! I want him bad, but I know I have to pace myself! Don't be stupid. Patience young padawan.
I tuck up close for a good start. The green flag drops.
The car feels excellent!! Oh this is what I've needed all year. Why couldn't I have had this in April? This is the G Spot. I can do some serious damage with this setup. I feel the turn-in, oh it feels so good. Screw hp. No car excuses today!
I pace myself. But wait, half way along there is a yellow widebody Porsche race car in the way... that is not in my class.... racing me bumper to bumper. WTF!! Let me by. No, not cool. Not cool at all!! I reel him in, then I am all over him in the entry to all the corners. As I dual it out, Cam pulls a short gap on both of us. I give it my best to get around this Porsche that isn't even in my class for the entire sprint race. But it matters not.
NO NO NO NO NO NO
The checker drops and I am pounding on my steering wheel. Another 2nd in class for no good reason! I want a push to pass button! This PODUNK RACING SUCKS!!
I go up to the driver, there after.
"Hi. I am like points away from winning my class championship and I had a great time racing with you, and any other time would have been great- but I really needed to get by seeing as how I am in ITE and you are in SPM". He assures me during the main race, he will let me by next time and not interfere with the race as he will still be gridding in front of me. He then packs up and leaves as he now has no one to race with due to the low event turn-out.
<<SHAKES HEAD>> Thinking: Today and had I gotten a point-by from the Yellow Porsche Race car (at 2200lbs and 300+ rwhp with 13" tires) I could have well at least had a shot for the running in the podunk points race...
The Irony.... what is with this weekend??????? It can't get any worse.
Sunday afternoon, Main Race.
It has now all come down to this one race. Based on the sprint, I felt strong about having a shot. It is racing, it is not all about speed, and anything can happen. My sheet from yesterday shows me posting some seriously quick times. My try hard hat is on. I can win this I tell myself. The celestial bodies are perfectly aligned.
I approach Steve Archer, the event steward. I casually explain to him that there is only a few points between me and Cam for the championship and it is still up for grabs. I tell him he should probably let all the corner workers know before I use his race track. He laughs and says ok.
I stick my tow hook up Cam's exhaust tip on start (figuratively speaking of course). The green flag drops. I take the lead. I come into T1.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Ok. WTF. Serious vibration during cornering. Serious vibration. I instantly know there is a real problem with re-entry after I come out of hyperspace on my space ship. I have a very good idea what the problem is. My wheel is loose!! Seriously like probably hand tight loose!! How the hell...
OMG. This isn't happening to me. This can't be happening to me. What do I do? Do the right thing and pit on the next lap? That's a sure way to lose. Ok, Ok... calm down John....
:redface::redface:
I calm myself. Racers can do more with less. Let's just run the race despite the fact that the wheel might come off at anytime and I might die!! Maybe it will hold together?? I have ARP high strength wheel studs! That's the better, higher testosterone approach me thinks. Shit, they lose wheels on their Impalas and have boats behind their race cars all day long at Monroe Speedway and don't whine about it!!
For the next 15 minutes I give it my all to hold the lead on a loose wheel, with Cam on my tail. He is apparently trying to draft me to save fuel. With every lap, my car shaking more and more violently. The corner workers all looking at me in disbelief waiting for clean-up in aisle 12. In every straight-away & braking zone, I am waiting to see my front passenger wheel pass me by. Cam realizes my wheel is coming off the car. He falls back fearing damage. BTW- don't ask me how I did it, but yes- you can run a 1:18 flat at Portland with your front wheel loose and about to fly off!!! It's only a second a lap penalty tops. Take that HPDERS!!!
Finally, I felt it- it was about to give way. Forget hub-centric, this wheel was about to become no longer car-centric let alone earth bound. My mid-corner speeds plummet. Pushing it any longer would be an invitation to real disaster. It feels soo crooked now. AHHH. I don't even think I can make it to the hot pits. I am done. This is getting out of hand. Playtime is over. I don't have wheel tethers. I pull over and give up my lead. Cam drives right on by like he was on his way to a club lunch. My stomach sinks. Yeah. You can't be here and not look like a monkey screwing a sheep in a clown suite. LOL. :frown:
I sit, quiet. Conveniently, I come to final rest at the track-out of T7 of all places. Hmm. Interesting. Kind of a dangerous spot I opted for. :wink: Well, I guess they have to flat tow me in now!! I come in, and sure enough all 5 lugs are on their last threads on my front passenger side wheel. Don't ask questions, don't ask why. Don’t ask who. It just doesn't matter at this point. The damage is done. It’s racing- even for the pros stupid mistakes happen I guess.
My crew chief, picks up his lower jaw off the pavement- tightens them, and gets me back out on course. I rocket onto the front straight away through pre-grid, with impeccable timing as now Cam is soon behind then powers by- now a mere +8 laps ahead, as I try to warm up my tires. That’s ok, I can still do this. I give Cam the best race I can, because you never know maybe he will wreck, break, run-out-of-gas or otherwise DNF. It is not over until the checker is out.
I am all over him in the corners. I post my best time- a 1:17.1 and feel the force tell me that with more talent maybe high 1:16's are in my future. Still with a wiggle of my tale he pulls ahead, and in short order the checkered is out. What!?! No more laps? I'm not done here!! What about a hard-ship lap, or ten? Bennar takes his victory lap while I take 3rd thus losing the needed points. A devastating loss to Team Hudak Racing. Everyone wants to know what happened.
Reflections on this event
Team spokes person, John says:
“I definitely left this race with a sense of unfinished business. If I would have lost for any other reason than loose lug nuts or some such non-sense- I would have shaken hands knowing that I got my ass beat in the points race on equal terms and I would even readily admit that I was just flat out out-driven at the final event if that is what people wanted to believe. See, now I just can't bring myself to do that. I get to think about having no closure for an entire off-season. Eight years of tracking/racing, and of all the times this mistake had to happen - it was today.” I feel sad that despite my best efforts to setup an epic end-of-season battle, things just didn't come together the way I had hoped they would. It is further a shame on the news that Team Bennar will not be returning to ITE for the 2010 championship due to budgetary concerns- so I can’t even get the chance to kick his ass again in the future. I was hoping to come back with 400rwhp next year and collect point-bys from all you bitches." j/k SIGH.
Lessons Learned
Ok, Ok, Ok..... on a serious note- despite losing an entire points race for the championship over a gallon of gas and some loose lug nuts, in the end its regional club racing and no one cares. The weekend to weekend results truly don't matter. 153 or 158, the points race doesn’t matter. All the forum BS doesn’t matter. What I have learned is that it is what you take away from regional club racing that matters the most (i.e. practice, racing experience, driving skill), and the cheesy trophies they give you are best used as tire stops for the trailer. After all, it is ITE, a practice class, not nationals, so who cares?
If you see the glass as half full as I do, then maybe I am the real winner anyway; because I felt like I setup myself to learn the most this season. Having the faster cornering but slower straight line car vs. the higher horsepower slower cornering car is a very real situation encountered everyday in motorsports, and it became a real learning advantage for me. The wide gap really pushed me all year to work on other career aspects that I otherwise wouldn't have by simply bolting on a supercharger- such as chassis setup, strategy, rule exploitation, race craft- and most importantly driving my car to its limits.
The end of a wonderful race season!!
For those of you that have supported me during 2009, thanks! It was a great fun-filled year and having made it out cleanly I couldn't have asked for a better time. Cam/Val, you were great to race with and stuck it out to the very end. You made a practice class into something more. Kyle, Dave, Eddie, Brian, SCCA, AR, FM, STMPO, Trackside, RLC, prime patrons, everyone saw the effort and made the difference here at one point or another on both sides of the fence!
I think if you look at the big picture, 2009 will probably be remembered as a strong year for the Acura NSX in amateur club motorsports. Between Billy/Ken doing their time-attacks, Shad/Kip locking up the Cali region and announcing their WC effort, and John/Kyle bringing hurt to the Podunk Pacific Northwest region foggies- it was the first year in a long time where our beloved vintage car got some real recognition for the awesome platform it is- dueling with far more powerful race cars.
If you see ITE as I do, then it is also nice to have finally established what it really takes to beat Team Hudak Racing: Unlimited Modifications :biggrin:
Some seriously bad-ass video forthcoming!!!