The next before the event, a Friday, I woke up to a flat tire. While having it repaired, I made a new buddy.
After I got the car home, I loaded it up and began packing for the weekends event.
A few buddies noticed I had my straps crossed and advised me not to.
It was a nice hour and a half drive. The truck handled the situation flawlessly and I felt really good about the day. The weather was going to be shitty for the early day hours but was going to clear up around lunchtime. It was going to be a great day.
Arrived late but just in time for the morning driver’s meeting. We split into run groups and i unloaded the car for tech inspection. Forged pistons tapping away, I drove it to the covered pit area where she passed tech. Drove it from there to the control tower for a classroom session. This would be the last time I drove the car before it kissed the wall.
After lengthy rain/lightning delays, we went out for a parade lap/no helmet session. They gave us the option to allow the instructor to drive 2 laps or so to show you the line in your car.
On the third lap, exiting turn 16 into the straight, the car got a little loose on throttle, so he hit the clutch and slammed on the brakes. The rears locked and I don’t need to tell you the rest. Hit the inside wall on the straight at an agonizingly slow speed. Finally got the ****** back on track and drove another lap and then pitted to inspect damages.
