It's been a while, so there needs to be an update on this
Episode 3: Revenge of the S***: the all anal final chapter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_n3O4sIvJQ
F you mother f'er's indeed, or at least that's what Danny and I said to the makers of the MazdaSpeed 3. Aside from being the least rewarding car I've ever driven, it eats tires worse than the drifters with IHateStickers crap all over their car. Side by side, on the left is a front tire with 12'ish runs on it, on the right is a rear tire.
R-compounds are not cheap and when you have that type of exacerbated tire wear coupled with the fact that the car was 3-4 seconds off the pace, the vehicle because something only the foolish (or deep pocketed) would drive.
DIXIE TOUR RECAP
Danny and I arrived at the Dixie Tour in high spirits. The season had finally begun and we were ready to get the show on the road (honestly, picture Charlie Murphy saying "WRONG! WRONG!" right now, as that's how it plays out later). We got on site in time to change tires and attend the Evo School. Sam Strano (multi-time National Champion) sat with us and gave us instruction on how not to suck. It's too bad he didn't give me any advice on how not to choke (just wait...).
The MS3 at it's only National Tour appearance this year. A month later it would be sold. It's also been so damned long since I updated this thread that my dumbass forgot that I used this picture already.
Hand me a pencil and paper and I can draw you every single course I drove last year (which is about 30) from memory. Now ask me to draw Day 1 of Dixie and I'm drawing a blank. Nerves crushed me in Georgia that weekend... I've driven in a lot of autocrosses but no National Tour stops. I wanted to do well and got too caught up in everything. When I sat at the line and tired to unravel the course, the only thing that unravled was me.
Uh huh. So that's an average day for you then? You chop your balls off and die? Hell yea...
To say that I overdrove the car would be an understatement. Homer Simpson was fired that day because I took the job of Mr. Plow when I was pushing all over the course. Every time I came back to the grid I was more infuriated that the last; red mist was settling in and my co-driver may as well have been talking to a brick wall. When the timesheet came out, I was dead last in my class, beaten by folks who had no clue what they were doing, to include one guy who swears that he doesn't even check his tire pressure. Worst of all, I beat myself, which I'm sure is illegal in public in Georgia and in the SCCA.
Mr. "Wutz tyre pressure" and I looking at Day 1's timesheet, he also beat my co-driver, finishing 3rd on day 1
When Day 1 came to a close, I walked the next day's course until the sunset and even then I walked a bit more. Danny and I went out to eat with two fellow DC region folk, I dont think I said a single word for about an hour and a half. You ask anyone that's spent time around me and really gotten to know me, I'm far from a sore loser, I'll be the first to shake someone's hand who has defeated me. On the other end of the spectrum, I'm massively hard on myself (also illegal in public in Georgia, giggity). I spent the better part of the night kicking my own a** while trying not to show it.
The next morning I awoke with a fairly large hangover and a reminder that I was dead last in the standings in the form of some soap on my bathroom mirror spelling out "SUCK BE YOU!" I got some coffee, met Danny downstairs and began pulling myself together. It was time to get focused. A trophy spot was out of the question, but I was determined to dig myself of the mess and not finish last. I was .2 away from the next person...
Day two I drove much better. I knew the course, was a bit more calm and was not going down without a fight. I hated the car I was driving but I knew I had to make it work and work it did. After finishing with the worst time on Day 1, I finished with the 4th best time on Day 2. Two times were massively out of reach, they belonged to an overdog of the class, the Integra Type R, and the other time was my co-driver and car owner.
A buddy of mine once asked me why I dont smile at the track. I told him I smile when I think I deserve it.
Danny finished with a trophy (3rd place out of 7) and I dug out of the cellar to claim 5th overall (
http://www.scca.com/popup/raceresult.as ... &file=1277). I was a combination of massively happy for my co-driver and very relieved that my first National Tour experience was over.
My road to the National Championship isn't over, it's just taken another form. That's a story for another time though. Collini out! (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kH7tnT5z7Vg)