Greg Collier
20+ Year Contributor
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- Mar 8, 2003
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Diego,
California
Pre race drama
None (Thank God)
Friday
The car was tuned, trailered, and ready to rock en roll. The truck was packed with spare parts, tires, and tools, and we were off for the final race of the season at Buttonwillow Raceway just north of Bakersfield California. The drive was easy and it seemed in no time we were there and unloading. I maintained a low-key attitude preparing for the task at hand (the 2005 championship).
Saturday
The track was buzzing with racers and spectators. I was blown away with how many people showed up for this, the last race of the season. There were still quite a few class championships that still had to be determined, and today was the day that a years worth of work would come to an end (good or totally sucked).
It was a chilly 43 degrees with hazy skies but the forecast had called for a beautiful day for racing. We arrived, rolled up our garage door, and began our preparation for our track warm up session. I climbed in the car to start the motor to get all the fluid lines pumping. I turned on the main power switch, the secondary power switch, the fuel pump switch, then pushed the starter switch and nothing! I pushed it again nothing! One more time and nothing! All the blood in my body shot to my brain and with all that extra weight my brain detached and dropped down my neck into my stomach. OH MY GOD!!! I started throwing switches left and right and everything worked except the starter.
It took almost an hour pulling the entire dash apart to find that the expensive, big time, especially race manufactured, starter switch went bad. I dont carry a replacement with me so the fix was two bare wires sticking out of the dash to start up the car. I called it my stolen vehicle hot wire set-up. All that mattered was it worked, and now I had to figure out how to get my brain back into my skull
Warm up session
With new sticker Hoosiers on the front I took to the track under the first lap double yellow flag conditions. I had set my tire pressures high because it was so cold outside and knew it would take a bit for the rubber to warm up. After the second lap I could feel the car grabbing in the corners and I pushed a little harder. I was five laps into my warm up and the car was loosening up just how I liked it, but I was going to stay in cruise mode until I felt really comfortable. I ran the full session and parked the car.
Qualifying
It was mid morning and the ambient temperature was in the high sixties. In the two hours preceding our qualifying session I had been talking to one of my fellow racers about some of his driving lines around the track. We had talked about the last turn just before the front straight and I asked how he was getting so much speed out of that turn. Wrong thing to be talking about!
Were running the long track configuration counter clockwise. Its over two and a half miles of sweepers, long and short straights, buttonhooks, and tight ass holy cow I dont think I can do that again. The track was hot, which means its balls out, so try to do your fastest lap time. The drivers were pretty much spread out giving each other room to do their thing and I was on the beginning of my third lap. My car felt set with everything up to temperature so I went into qualifying mode. I blasted down the front straight with clean power shifts then a down-shift coming into turn one before the Ss. I found the straightest line accelerating the whole way through. Star Mazda turn comes up which is a hard small left hand buttonhook that throws you out onto another straight. I always go into second because I can really pick up some speed coming out. Then its third then fourth as Magic Mountain comes up real quick. With hard braking, a down shift, slight turn right, then left, your wheels go off the ground then down to an off camber banking left that takes you out onto a small straight. Then its the long power-drifting left-handed sweeper named Talladega. A right turn called the Bus Stop rears its ugly head so a quick tap of the brakes and a downshift is called for as you want to carry your speed though a small right handed sweeper to set yourself up for another left handed turn without lifting. A hard brake and down shift through a tight lefty to a real tight left then right then left again, you find yourself on another small straight coming up to the Buttonhook. This is a slow down or Im gonna spin out for sure left-handed turn. Then its pedal to the metal again to a diminishing right-hander forget about the apex, out onto the front straight. It was this turn that I was carrying so much speed I went out like a slingshot and caught my rear tire on the outside burm and set the car spinning into the wall. SMASH!
There I sat stalled up against the tire barrier that sits in front of the concrete wall. I knew I had damage and I couldnt believe what I did. As quickly as I could I did my new hot-wired starting system, I got the car running and was able to get off the track. As I was driving toward my garage I could see everyone staring at the side of my car. I was thinking, Shit what have I done!
Once I got back to the garage I checked out the damage. It was purely cosmetic, although I did take out the front blinker and driving light assembly so Id be sucking a bit more air. With ten feet of baling wire and a half a pound of yellow duct tape the flying banana was bruised but not squashed. My wife Kathy shook head and said, Yeah Greg now is a good time to try a new driving line! I held my head in shame
I guess I tell these pre-race stories to let you know that anything can happen. Things like starter switches and crashing into a wall during qualifying can ruin all of your time, energy, and especially money, not to mention trying to win a championship.
The Race
This weekend my class was running with ASC, which translates as the American Stockcar Challenge. These are big tube framed, sheet metal, big horsepower, very sticky slicked, NASCAR type racecars. These drivers go for the gusto with a fear not attitude that proved itself during that race. There were 17 ASC cars in total.
My group, Super Unlimited consisted of 10 very fast and very well built racecars. Were talking Ferrari, Porsche, BMW, Viper, Mustang Salleen, Dodge SRT, need I say more. The guy with the Ferrari flew in on a helicopter 20 minutes before his qualifying time. He had two full double-decker trailers full of brand new race prepped Ferraris and a crew of at least eight people. I couldnt frigging believe it
It was 2:50 on Saturday afternoon and it was race time. The ASC cars were going to do a rolling green flag start in front of my class, then wed follow with a second rolling start. I qualified last because of my wall incident and not getting a decent qualifying lap in.
Green, green, green, and I passed a Porsche and another car to take the first turn. Its balls out with 27 extremely loud cars belching out clouds of high-test race fuel. Were all bunched up nose to tail two wide and sometimes three wide all trying to get the best line for the next turn. The cars begin to run single file as the more difficult parts of the track come into sight. As the first lap came to the end the faster cars are flying down the front straight as the rest of the pack are finishing up their final turns. I was getting some distance between myself and the cars I passed earlier when I came upon Magic Mountain way too fast and it was spin city. The Porsche passed me but I was able to get started and back to business before the other car caught up. It was lap three and I was seeing dust clouds, smoke, and various car parts lying on and off the track. I came up on an ASC car with its entire front end crushed in sitting in the middle of a field (off track). Further up the track there was another ASC car off track with its entire side ripped open like a sardine can. It was a double yellow flag and the entire field of cars slowed with more carnage on the horizon. It was almost three laps of double yellow flag laps to clean the track up good enough to continue the race.
The green flag was dropped again and the game of bumper pool went back into full force. It wasnt just the ASC guys that were having all the fun. The Ferrari braked really hard just before the exit of Star Mazda turn and a BMW punted his rear end sending the Ferrari spinning off the track into a dead stall. As I passed him I remember thinking, that guy came in on a helicopter!
To make a long race short, 7 of the 17 ASC cars were wrecked beyond repair to run the following day, a quarter million dollar Ferrari had its rear end chewed up, and I came in 7th in class, after I spun out. At that point I knew all I had to do was go out on the track for one lap during the race on Sunday and Id take the 2005 Championship for Super Unlimited! EEE HAA!!!
Sunday Warm ups
I did two laps
Sunday Qualifying
I did two laps qualified last.
Sunday Race
It was basically the same group of cars that raced on Saturday less (7) ASC cars and the addition of a 650 hp twin turbo Supra running 315s all the way around in my Super Unlimited class.
We took to the track behind the pace car and the ASC group took off with the first green. We were close behind and got the second green. I kept a good car length behind the pack making sure if somebody did something stupid Id be prepared. We did our pack thing all the way around the track coming back to the front straight. As I passed the checkered flag stand I knew I had the championship in the bag!
HOW FRIGGING COOL IS THAT!
My face froze with an ear-to-ear grin and I thought, I got nothing to lose now its time to race boys!
I reached down and switched my boost controller to max and shoved my accelerator through the floorboard. At this very moment as Im writing this all I can remember is I was going faster then shit. The car absolutely loved it and the engine seemed to roar an octave lower. I could smell the tires heat up like a Thanksgiving Turkey and the car reacted to every turn like it was on rails. I remembered California Speedway at the beginning of the season and the absolute thrill of running balls out with the big boys with a take no prisoners attitude. It was so cool to finally not to have to worry about breaking down or blowing up the engine. I got two full race seasons out of one engine without a rebuild. The motor presently sucks up almost two quarts of oil every race event with water and water wetter to match. This is a definite tribute to the 4G63 MOTOR what a frigging joy.
I ran the rest of race at full boost with engine temps reaching upwards of 240. From starting last I think I came in 6th, but at this point who cares? I took the 2005 Super Unlimited road racing championship two years in a row! I am so stoked that all the hard work paid off. What a frigging trip!
I have so many people to thank for this seasons win because if it wasnt for them I wouldnt have had a chance.
Heres a BIG THANK YOU to,
DSMTuners Chris, you da man!
Road Race Engineering Mike Welch and John Mueller
Vivid Racing Dan Mermelstein
Go Hi Performance Tom Dixon and Ginger Hoffman
Shepherd Racing John Shepherd
Stop Tech Brakes Matt Weiss
Bogart Racing Wheels Rich Bogart
Hoyt Technologies Chris Royer
Track Out Design Peter Beale
Extreme Dimensions George Chen
AZ Auto Graphics Louis
Hoosier Tires (for the great rubber)
Buschur Racing (for the turbo that never quit)
ACT (for clutch that took my big foot abuse)
Pann Auto (for the invaluable dyno time)
Another special thanks to Tom Dixon whose interest, positive words, and friendship, can never be measured.
Scot Gray, the master tuner of the universe, who always made something better then it, actually should be!
My son Joshua, who held the fort down while his Dad played racecar driver.
My wife Kathy from where my life began and where it will end and her relentless understanding having to put up with my crap!
And a special appreciation for all the Tuners on the site for all your kind words and constant encouragement that made it all worthwhile, I thank you
Greg
None (Thank God)
Friday
The car was tuned, trailered, and ready to rock en roll. The truck was packed with spare parts, tires, and tools, and we were off for the final race of the season at Buttonwillow Raceway just north of Bakersfield California. The drive was easy and it seemed in no time we were there and unloading. I maintained a low-key attitude preparing for the task at hand (the 2005 championship).
Saturday
The track was buzzing with racers and spectators. I was blown away with how many people showed up for this, the last race of the season. There were still quite a few class championships that still had to be determined, and today was the day that a years worth of work would come to an end (good or totally sucked).
It was a chilly 43 degrees with hazy skies but the forecast had called for a beautiful day for racing. We arrived, rolled up our garage door, and began our preparation for our track warm up session. I climbed in the car to start the motor to get all the fluid lines pumping. I turned on the main power switch, the secondary power switch, the fuel pump switch, then pushed the starter switch and nothing! I pushed it again nothing! One more time and nothing! All the blood in my body shot to my brain and with all that extra weight my brain detached and dropped down my neck into my stomach. OH MY GOD!!! I started throwing switches left and right and everything worked except the starter.
It took almost an hour pulling the entire dash apart to find that the expensive, big time, especially race manufactured, starter switch went bad. I dont carry a replacement with me so the fix was two bare wires sticking out of the dash to start up the car. I called it my stolen vehicle hot wire set-up. All that mattered was it worked, and now I had to figure out how to get my brain back into my skull
Warm up session
With new sticker Hoosiers on the front I took to the track under the first lap double yellow flag conditions. I had set my tire pressures high because it was so cold outside and knew it would take a bit for the rubber to warm up. After the second lap I could feel the car grabbing in the corners and I pushed a little harder. I was five laps into my warm up and the car was loosening up just how I liked it, but I was going to stay in cruise mode until I felt really comfortable. I ran the full session and parked the car.
Qualifying
It was mid morning and the ambient temperature was in the high sixties. In the two hours preceding our qualifying session I had been talking to one of my fellow racers about some of his driving lines around the track. We had talked about the last turn just before the front straight and I asked how he was getting so much speed out of that turn. Wrong thing to be talking about!
Were running the long track configuration counter clockwise. Its over two and a half miles of sweepers, long and short straights, buttonhooks, and tight ass holy cow I dont think I can do that again. The track was hot, which means its balls out, so try to do your fastest lap time. The drivers were pretty much spread out giving each other room to do their thing and I was on the beginning of my third lap. My car felt set with everything up to temperature so I went into qualifying mode. I blasted down the front straight with clean power shifts then a down-shift coming into turn one before the Ss. I found the straightest line accelerating the whole way through. Star Mazda turn comes up which is a hard small left hand buttonhook that throws you out onto another straight. I always go into second because I can really pick up some speed coming out. Then its third then fourth as Magic Mountain comes up real quick. With hard braking, a down shift, slight turn right, then left, your wheels go off the ground then down to an off camber banking left that takes you out onto a small straight. Then its the long power-drifting left-handed sweeper named Talladega. A right turn called the Bus Stop rears its ugly head so a quick tap of the brakes and a downshift is called for as you want to carry your speed though a small right handed sweeper to set yourself up for another left handed turn without lifting. A hard brake and down shift through a tight lefty to a real tight left then right then left again, you find yourself on another small straight coming up to the Buttonhook. This is a slow down or Im gonna spin out for sure left-handed turn. Then its pedal to the metal again to a diminishing right-hander forget about the apex, out onto the front straight. It was this turn that I was carrying so much speed I went out like a slingshot and caught my rear tire on the outside burm and set the car spinning into the wall. SMASH!
There I sat stalled up against the tire barrier that sits in front of the concrete wall. I knew I had damage and I couldnt believe what I did. As quickly as I could I did my new hot-wired starting system, I got the car running and was able to get off the track. As I was driving toward my garage I could see everyone staring at the side of my car. I was thinking, Shit what have I done!
Once I got back to the garage I checked out the damage. It was purely cosmetic, although I did take out the front blinker and driving light assembly so Id be sucking a bit more air. With ten feet of baling wire and a half a pound of yellow duct tape the flying banana was bruised but not squashed. My wife Kathy shook head and said, Yeah Greg now is a good time to try a new driving line! I held my head in shame
I guess I tell these pre-race stories to let you know that anything can happen. Things like starter switches and crashing into a wall during qualifying can ruin all of your time, energy, and especially money, not to mention trying to win a championship.
The Race
This weekend my class was running with ASC, which translates as the American Stockcar Challenge. These are big tube framed, sheet metal, big horsepower, very sticky slicked, NASCAR type racecars. These drivers go for the gusto with a fear not attitude that proved itself during that race. There were 17 ASC cars in total.
My group, Super Unlimited consisted of 10 very fast and very well built racecars. Were talking Ferrari, Porsche, BMW, Viper, Mustang Salleen, Dodge SRT, need I say more. The guy with the Ferrari flew in on a helicopter 20 minutes before his qualifying time. He had two full double-decker trailers full of brand new race prepped Ferraris and a crew of at least eight people. I couldnt frigging believe it
It was 2:50 on Saturday afternoon and it was race time. The ASC cars were going to do a rolling green flag start in front of my class, then wed follow with a second rolling start. I qualified last because of my wall incident and not getting a decent qualifying lap in.
Green, green, green, and I passed a Porsche and another car to take the first turn. Its balls out with 27 extremely loud cars belching out clouds of high-test race fuel. Were all bunched up nose to tail two wide and sometimes three wide all trying to get the best line for the next turn. The cars begin to run single file as the more difficult parts of the track come into sight. As the first lap came to the end the faster cars are flying down the front straight as the rest of the pack are finishing up their final turns. I was getting some distance between myself and the cars I passed earlier when I came upon Magic Mountain way too fast and it was spin city. The Porsche passed me but I was able to get started and back to business before the other car caught up. It was lap three and I was seeing dust clouds, smoke, and various car parts lying on and off the track. I came up on an ASC car with its entire front end crushed in sitting in the middle of a field (off track). Further up the track there was another ASC car off track with its entire side ripped open like a sardine can. It was a double yellow flag and the entire field of cars slowed with more carnage on the horizon. It was almost three laps of double yellow flag laps to clean the track up good enough to continue the race.
The green flag was dropped again and the game of bumper pool went back into full force. It wasnt just the ASC guys that were having all the fun. The Ferrari braked really hard just before the exit of Star Mazda turn and a BMW punted his rear end sending the Ferrari spinning off the track into a dead stall. As I passed him I remember thinking, that guy came in on a helicopter!
To make a long race short, 7 of the 17 ASC cars were wrecked beyond repair to run the following day, a quarter million dollar Ferrari had its rear end chewed up, and I came in 7th in class, after I spun out. At that point I knew all I had to do was go out on the track for one lap during the race on Sunday and Id take the 2005 Championship for Super Unlimited! EEE HAA!!!
Sunday Warm ups
I did two laps
Sunday Qualifying
I did two laps qualified last.
Sunday Race
It was basically the same group of cars that raced on Saturday less (7) ASC cars and the addition of a 650 hp twin turbo Supra running 315s all the way around in my Super Unlimited class.
We took to the track behind the pace car and the ASC group took off with the first green. We were close behind and got the second green. I kept a good car length behind the pack making sure if somebody did something stupid Id be prepared. We did our pack thing all the way around the track coming back to the front straight. As I passed the checkered flag stand I knew I had the championship in the bag!
HOW FRIGGING COOL IS THAT!
My face froze with an ear-to-ear grin and I thought, I got nothing to lose now its time to race boys!
I reached down and switched my boost controller to max and shoved my accelerator through the floorboard. At this very moment as Im writing this all I can remember is I was going faster then shit. The car absolutely loved it and the engine seemed to roar an octave lower. I could smell the tires heat up like a Thanksgiving Turkey and the car reacted to every turn like it was on rails. I remembered California Speedway at the beginning of the season and the absolute thrill of running balls out with the big boys with a take no prisoners attitude. It was so cool to finally not to have to worry about breaking down or blowing up the engine. I got two full race seasons out of one engine without a rebuild. The motor presently sucks up almost two quarts of oil every race event with water and water wetter to match. This is a definite tribute to the 4G63 MOTOR what a frigging joy.
I ran the rest of race at full boost with engine temps reaching upwards of 240. From starting last I think I came in 6th, but at this point who cares? I took the 2005 Super Unlimited road racing championship two years in a row! I am so stoked that all the hard work paid off. What a frigging trip!
I have so many people to thank for this seasons win because if it wasnt for them I wouldnt have had a chance.
Heres a BIG THANK YOU to,
DSMTuners Chris, you da man!
Road Race Engineering Mike Welch and John Mueller
Vivid Racing Dan Mermelstein
Go Hi Performance Tom Dixon and Ginger Hoffman
Shepherd Racing John Shepherd
Stop Tech Brakes Matt Weiss
Bogart Racing Wheels Rich Bogart
Hoyt Technologies Chris Royer
Track Out Design Peter Beale
Extreme Dimensions George Chen
AZ Auto Graphics Louis
Hoosier Tires (for the great rubber)
Buschur Racing (for the turbo that never quit)
ACT (for clutch that took my big foot abuse)
Pann Auto (for the invaluable dyno time)
Another special thanks to Tom Dixon whose interest, positive words, and friendship, can never be measured.
Scot Gray, the master tuner of the universe, who always made something better then it, actually should be!
My son Joshua, who held the fort down while his Dad played racecar driver.
My wife Kathy from where my life began and where it will end and her relentless understanding having to put up with my crap!
And a special appreciation for all the Tuners on the site for all your kind words and constant encouragement that made it all worthwhile, I thank you
Greg
