Followed by an ESP win at Fairfield County Sports Car Club.
Maybe GFab's slowest member is finally stepping it up.
Gah. That means I need to find someone slower than me to hold down the fort in DFL.....
Monday, April 23, 2012
I beat Cox. Hard.
Maybe GFab's slowest member is finally stepping it up.
Gah. That means I need to find someone slower than me to hold down the fort in DFL.....
Friday, April 20, 2012
2012 DC Not-Amateur Alone Event
Let me tell you something....
3 am comes VERY early. Especially after a massive, greasy burger and a few beers.
Despite all this, we went forth and hopped in the mighty Armada and began our trek to the nation's capital.Thankfully, the way down was more or less uneventful, and we arrived on site around 10 am. G-Fab's newest members, Big Bear and Tim, saved a stretch of paddock, and we set up camp.
Prior to practice, we decided if only one GFab Nissan could run, it would be mine. PJ and Dave set to taking the muffler off. It's a lot louder, sounds a lot better, and I get a lot more high while driving to work with the windows down.
G-Fab secret #825: The way to Big Bear's heart is through Chick-Fil-A. Or maybe through a giant trash bag.
Here's another tip: Ladies' class is not the fun little playground/easy walk in the park you boys think it is. It's highly competitive, highly stressful, and if you're in the wrong one, it will make you cry. Fortunately for yours truly, L2 (the former L1), while hyper-competitive, is very nice, and we had a good time in impound.
Day 1 went more or less ok for me in the newly christened GFabGrandPotato (so dubbed by James Newman), with $1525 worth of new shoes. It's been years since I've been on Hoosiers (and never been on fresh ones), and the two times I've raced this car it was below 50 degrees and the tires were corded. So I guess the only place I could go was up.
The AM was for feeling out the car, and the PM was to try to get a little faster. I pushed it in the second session: I had a great launch on one side, and then promptly redlit on the other for my first pair of runs in the afternoon, so after that my RT's and 60's were pretty pathetic. I finished Session 1 in 6th, and stayed there for Session 2.
On Day 2, things went better, aside from the car understeering and pushing terribly in one corner, which resulted me plowing through a cone wall. I sent the workers scrambling. Sorry Justin. I felt like each Day 2 run was successively slower, but PJ was making little hearts with his hands when I drove by, and beaming, so maybe I didn't suck as much as I felt? Especially after Todd came up to me and said "nice pickup." You know boys, it's not nice to be mean to girls.
Apparently they weren't being as mean as I thought, because I picked up a total of 0.85x.
A word to the wise: If there's a time that should be protested, do it then and there. Don't let it wait, because new pro-solo rules say you can't change anything after you're released from impound, even if the competitor herself wants it done. In impound after the first session, a fellow driver said one of her times was clearly wrong, but no one said anything to the impound workers. She did try to get it changed after impound on Sunday, because she didn't feel right about it, but alas. It was too late. Instead of removing the time, she had found a second cone on said run that was never called in, and they were supposed to add it before final results came out. Unfortunately, they didn't change it, and final results show me in 6th instead of 5th. It's my own fault - I'm the only person it affected, and it's just ONE measly Pro Solo point, but still. :( However, I really appreciate her trying, even if nothing came of it.
There was also wing pong, drinking, giant spitball launchers, and it was a lot of fun. Mancuso even brought his big boy pants.Those are 3 double shots of vodka. He even drank one to "see how it tasted raw." GFab has never been so proud of an affiliate before.
New England brought back a total of 12 or so trophies, with 6 being from GFab. Yay us! Next time maybe I'll get one too!
3 am comes VERY early. Especially after a massive, greasy burger and a few beers.
Despite all this, we went forth and hopped in the mighty Armada and began our trek to the nation's capital.Thankfully, the way down was more or less uneventful, and we arrived on site around 10 am. G-Fab's newest members, Big Bear and Tim, saved a stretch of paddock, and we set up camp.
Prior to practice, we decided if only one GFab Nissan could run, it would be mine. PJ and Dave set to taking the muffler off. It's a lot louder, sounds a lot better, and I get a lot more high while driving to work with the windows down.
G-Fab secret #825: The way to Big Bear's heart is through Chick-Fil-A. Or maybe through a giant trash bag.
Here's another tip: Ladies' class is not the fun little playground/easy walk in the park you boys think it is. It's highly competitive, highly stressful, and if you're in the wrong one, it will make you cry. Fortunately for yours truly, L2 (the former L1), while hyper-competitive, is very nice, and we had a good time in impound.
Day 1 went more or less ok for me in the newly christened GFabGrandPotato (so dubbed by James Newman), with $1525 worth of new shoes. It's been years since I've been on Hoosiers (and never been on fresh ones), and the two times I've raced this car it was below 50 degrees and the tires were corded. So I guess the only place I could go was up.
The AM was for feeling out the car, and the PM was to try to get a little faster. I pushed it in the second session: I had a great launch on one side, and then promptly redlit on the other for my first pair of runs in the afternoon, so after that my RT's and 60's were pretty pathetic. I finished Session 1 in 6th, and stayed there for Session 2.
On Day 2, things went better, aside from the car understeering and pushing terribly in one corner, which resulted me plowing through a cone wall. I sent the workers scrambling. Sorry Justin. I felt like each Day 2 run was successively slower, but PJ was making little hearts with his hands when I drove by, and beaming, so maybe I didn't suck as much as I felt? Especially after Todd came up to me and said "nice pickup." You know boys, it's not nice to be mean to girls.
Apparently they weren't being as mean as I thought, because I picked up a total of 0.85x.
A word to the wise: If there's a time that should be protested, do it then and there. Don't let it wait, because new pro-solo rules say you can't change anything after you're released from impound, even if the competitor herself wants it done. In impound after the first session, a fellow driver said one of her times was clearly wrong, but no one said anything to the impound workers. She did try to get it changed after impound on Sunday, because she didn't feel right about it, but alas. It was too late. Instead of removing the time, she had found a second cone on said run that was never called in, and they were supposed to add it before final results came out. Unfortunately, they didn't change it, and final results show me in 6th instead of 5th. It's my own fault - I'm the only person it affected, and it's just ONE measly Pro Solo point, but still. :( However, I really appreciate her trying, even if nothing came of it.
There was also wing pong, drinking, giant spitball launchers, and it was a lot of fun. Mancuso even brought his big boy pants.Those are 3 double shots of vodka. He even drank one to "see how it tasted raw." GFab has never been so proud of an affiliate before.
New England brought back a total of 12 or so trophies, with 6 being from GFab. Yay us! Next time maybe I'll get one too!
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