How does the metric system work again?
How does the metric system work again?
This is Dave’s newest passion in life.
The 24 hours of LeMons, a play on the real French race of the 24 hours of LeMans, is basically a form of endurance racing which involves getting a team of 5 people together (hopefully one of whom knows an awful lot about car mechanics), purchasing a vehicle of your choice AND fixing it up for no more than $500, and then racing for 2 days. I believe that you’re lucky to keep your car in running order and have it cross the finish line, let alone collect the $1,500 top prize.
This sport is obviously not about the financial upside potential, but more about the glory of being the fastest redneck.
I recently received a long awaited raise at work which amounts to almost exactly $500 extra in the monthly budget. Dave sees this as a clear sign that God approves of his racing endeavors.
That’s what Danica told me to do, so…
“Dave,” you may be asking, “why are there numbers on your car? And why do they look like they were applied by an amateur, on an area of the door only just wiped clean of dirt two minutes ago?” Well, I have a perfectly good explanation: you need numbers when you’re on the track!
I took the family car out for a NASA (National Auto Sport Association) “High Performance Driver Education” aka track day in early October. The last time I did this was back in 2002 while living in LA. Fortunately autumn held off just long enough to have a nice weekend for driving, although there was a stiff breeze which cooled things down quite a bit. Cool air makes a heavy car happy, and keeps your brakes from catching on fire. Is this safe, you ask? Of course it is! They have a firetruck:
Plus, it turns out you can get insurance for this sort of thing. $75 is all it costs to insure the G6 for an entire weekend of hot-lapping (keeping in mind the $1500 deductible). I only went for one day, but I got a solid hour and 40 minutes of track time.
I had the least track-capable car in my run group, although not the slowest (at first). Several other drivers were there for their first track day, and when you’re driving your $80,000 Viper on the track (which happens to be wet) for the first time, you might be a little cautious. All told, in my group there were 3 Corvettes, a Viper, a Civic Si, a Lancer Evo, a 350Z, and a fully race-prepped M3. I had a driving instructor ride along for one run, which was very helpful. Her first comment was, “This isn’t the sort of car most people take to the track.” Oh, but it’s a G6 GT.
This is me checking my watch to see when we get back on the track. So what if it has four doors? It had new tires and high-performance brakes, and the four-wheel independent suspension is tighter than the average sedan. I was pleasantly surprised with how well planted it was, especially when transitioning from a fast right to a left at about 65 MPH. The front-wheel drive is a bit of a handicap when trying to accelerate out of corners, although very safe and easy to control. I never felt like I was going to lose control or go off. The seat-belt never locked tightly though, and I had bruises on both knees the next day from bracing myself in the car.
That’s a 50 MPH turn right there. There’s something therapeutic to screeching tires around a corner, then flooring the gas pedal all the way down the straightaway. I was hoping to break 100, but only got up to 97-98 MPH in the strong headwind. I’ve raced the little go-karts at miniature golf places plenty of times, but nothing compares to driving a full-size car around a real race track at speed. Ideally I’d like to do this once or twice per year, but as I get more mature older, I’m much more conscious of the possibility of something expensive breaking. At some point, it would be better to buy a genuine race car, something that we don’t depend on for groceries and vacations, but that’s another story entirely.
I have to thank Katie for taking all these wonderful pictures. You can see some more highlights of the day here. I should also thank her for being a good sport to let me do this in the first place (“What if you crash?” “I won’t.”).
Dave spent last weekend hanging out at the track with Danica Patrick. No really.
One of his work buddies is personal friends with Danica’s husband. It was VIP treatment all around, including a lunch with Danica and hours of watching the pit crew do their thing and Danica qualify for the race in Milwaukee while drinking liquor with the boys.
I can not imagine that Dave was more excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
I spent several days this week in Oklahoma City for work. Dave was nice enough to wake up at 5 AM on Tuesday morning to drive me to the airport. We hit a Chicago city pothole.
Two tires, two wheels, one police report, $1,200 and one hailed taxi on Western Avenue very early in the morning later…I made my flight.