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09/15-16/07 PCA (Yellow-Solo) @ TWS
Finally, the weekend had arrived. And with it comes the start of my second season tracking the Eclipse. It was also time to brush off the layers of rust that developed over the summer months and get both the driver and car ready for what turned out to be another eye opening weekend.
First up the car got a smattering of upgrades. Mainly a new and fresh cooling system from water pump to hoses, but there were a few goodies in the garage that needed to find a new home other than the shelf. So in went an EvoIII 16g attached to a FP manifold, some Dejon piping with a MAF, and a little icing in the form of DSMLink. Boost was still clocked down to 10-11 psi for various reasons and also got around to taking a degree of camber out of the rear and an alignment for good measure.
As for the driver it was a different story. This weekend I would not only be joined by my normal racing buddies, but new additions starting with my youngest brother in his Audi A4, my girlfriend in her 350Z, and long time DSM buddies Dan and James in their GTO and 3KGT. A month ago we had 5 green students, 1 blue, and 1 yellow. Two weeks before the event we lost a green and gained a yellow. The feeling of accomplishment combined with anxiety and doubt as I read Yellow-Solo (HPDE3) next to my name was unfathomable (ok may be not that bad, but I was really concerned). This would be my first full weekend as a solo and bumping up to a faster run group. This venue was also different in that I would be running with PCA (Porsche Club of America) rather than TDE. Nail biting stuff.
Sat. morning rolls around and I find myself in familiar territory. The grand view of the front straight, the glow of the paddock garages in the early morning, and sun just peaking over the in field brought on a nice warm and fuzzy feeling. Our entourage settles in and we get down to business slapping on race pads, checking torque settings and tire pressures, numbering cars, and then it was time for the mornings drivers meeting (these Porsche guys sure like to start early). All too soon I find my self gridded, donning helmet and gloves, and trying to calm myself. First objective of the day was to re-familiarize myself with the track, locate corner workers, feel out the race line, and not fall off. I was also concerned about being the train conductor as looking around I see GT2/3, 911s, Caymans, and Boxters. Other than a 04 Cobra, 2 Vettes, and a Subbie it was a sea of Porsches (imagine that at a PCA event). We get the 3 min warning and soon after we are ushered onto the track. I quickly get to work getting some heat in the tires and making sure the brakes are under me.
Then it just all comes flooding in. Its kind of that same sensation when you havent ridden a bicycle in a while. A lot of the warm up lap becomes automated leaving my mind clear to check the condition of the track surface and recall all the details from past instructors. As I approach the front straight the full course yellows have been dropped and I ease the car up through 4th and clear the traffic behind me. Midway through the straight I climb the bank to the top preparing for the turn down into corners one and two. I can hear Chuck chanting One car length past the chain link fence in my head as I tap the brakes to load the front and dive bomb off the oval. Instinctively Im looking ahead for the radio tower to straighten up my brake zone. Scrub off the speed, find my track position through turn one and nail the apex of turn 2. Man that felt good! Turns three, four, and five are dispatched quickly as I approach corner six. I check my mirrors and I see a GT2 and one of the Vettes closing on me quickly. As this was a reconnaissance lap for me, I didnt track out from six to leave the fast line open for the two behind me. As I cruise down the back straight Im building the courage for turn seven. This is a corner that by eye sight doesnt make any sense. Many of the drivers prefer a late entry into seven riding near the mid part of the bowl. However, if you turn in earlier and get the car down at the base where the curbing is, the extra camber will suck your car in and it really feels like your turning on rails. So hear I am at sitting mid forth asking myself if Im ready. Well the decision is made and I commit. Lift, tap the brakes and Im all in. That sensation of getting whipped through that corner is fantastic! But then you need to deal with the speed through turn 8 which is a blind uphill. One again my mind tells me to look for the water tower. I find my line, crest the hill, and hard on the brakes to get the speed down for eight and nine. Then its back on the throttle as we transition back in onto the old track to do battle with the carousel. Once again dump speed and into 3rd, I take the center line progressively getting the car situated for the entrance out into turn eleven. Then its gas, gas, gas as I shoot towards twelve. This is another deceiving corner as the eye does not see the small dip in the track surface near the apex. Like turn seven, if you have faith and commit it will hold you in. I must have been feeling pretty religious that morning as I lifted, turned, floored it, and nailed that corner. In fact I was going just a little faster than expected and didnt leave enough brake zone for turn 13. It wasnt pretty, but I make it through the last set of corners which form a tight left-right-left combination. The session continues on without any incidents as I match pace with a Subbie and an older 911 with a Chevy 350 out back. A great start to the day.
Back in the paddocks I take a quick second to pull out some timing in the 6-7k range and check the tire temps. The alignment with the decrease of rear camber really made the car come alive. It felt like it wanted to turn more naturally, was much more neutral in the corners, and tire pressures backed up my gut feeling. I was finally using the tires equally and really putting that 255 rubber to use. About that time I realize the green group is out and I walk to the hot pit to check out my friends on the front straight. As the yellow Audi comes by I see a very familiar racing suit in the passenger seat. Did my brother get Chuck as his instructor? I stroll back to the car and I notice the 3KGT is in. Curious as to why it was back in I started to look for James. He ended up getting a black flag for spilling fuel on the track. Seems he left the gas cap at the gas station last night. No biggy, we make a quick trip out and it was right where he left it.
We get back to the paddocks and our green students are smiles ear to ear. Chuck is still the good Ol Chuck I had as my first instructor almost exactly a year ago. Extremely spirited and always there egging you on to break through to the next boundary. Heather is having the time of her life and I get a good laugh from Dan when he tipped 140mph on the front straight. Guess thats what happens with 400+ whp attached to the loud pedal. I think there may have been an admission of fear somewhere in there.
Second session and Im raring to go. We pull out of the pits for the warm up lap and as Im approaching turn 3 the car goes silent. I turn the key to refire the engine, but it doesnt catch. Quickly I signal to the cars behind me and pull off track to the corner worker station. I let them know everything is OK and they check for any leaks under the car. Nothing to be found, so I give it another turn of the key. It cranks over just fine and finally catches. Shes struggling to idle and sounds like a miss as I roll through the RPM range. Once mobile again I let the corner worker know Im going to limp it into the pits. They give me the signal that the track is clear to enter and I roll out. First thoughts are blown IC piping; you have a lot of time to think when cruising down the back straight at 50mph. Back under the shade things are beginning to look bad. All the IC pipes are still connected and nothing leaking beyond the MAF. I turn my attention towards the ECU and tuning. As I fire up the laptop and connect to DSMLink the first thing I notice is that some of the values are showing up as gray. I check the tune for fuel, airflow, and timing and everything is zeroed out. The slider for global had been reset to the 660cc flashed onto the chip and needed to be corrected for the 450s in the car. Instantly the engine smoothes out and idle returns back to normal. With the help from my friend Andy who came down for the weekend we reload the tune from earlier logs that morning. We decide to take her out on the parade lap for some testing. Session three was spent making sure everything was still in order and a little over cautious, but I was back up to speed on the forth session.
After some steak and ribs and a good nights rest it was time to get back in the game Sun. morning. In the grid I saw Chuck walking up to my car. Seems his yellow student was missing and asked if I wanted a rider. Dont have to ask me twice, I was all game for having my first instructor back in the car with me. We set off and adjusted my lines slightly remembering all that I could from that first DE. Next thing I knew I was diving into turn one 10 mph faster with out a brake check. Same goes for turn seven where we absolutely blitz through the apex. One of the biggest improvements came for adjusting shift points and using all the RPMs. I had been short shifting 3rd and 4th at 5k which is what landed me in 5th on the front straight. Chuck pointed out I have 1,500 unused left on the tach. Next time around I ran it all the way up through 3rd and 4th which took me to just under 120mph before turn in for one and two. His advise to me when solving shift problems was try first to stay in the higher gear and emphasis on maintaining momentum. Saves time shifting and keeps the turbo in the sweet spot. I managed to do the same in the 4-5-6 complex as well as 12-13-14-15. When I first drove with Chuck I would upshift twice and downshift twice in one lap. Now I was doing the same thing, but able to move the shift points earlier to other areas of the track and maintain that higher gear onto a series of corners and onto the straights. This is just what the doctor ordered.
The next two sessions I assimilated Chucks lines and merged them with some other lines that seem to work a little better for me. I was slowly getting faster in turn one, but wasnt quite comfortable with taking turn seven flat out as I had done with Chuck on board. On turns eight and thirteen I started to use a mid track line and a little trail braking to enter a bit smoother. This translated into less distance traveled and better setup for nine. Turn twelve saw a 5mph increase as I changed the turn in point. On the third session of the day Thura let me borrow his Traqmate unit to log some laps. This thing has it all from segment times to max speed, cornering speed, brake time, etc. One of the coolest features is the theoretical best lap where it takes all the fastest segments and shows you what you should be able to do. This doesnt exactly translate into what Im capable of, but does give an indication of what a lap without traffic should produce. My brothers (supercharged Miata) best time of the day was a 2.15. Thura with the RX8 was sitting slightly behind with a 2.16. And the surprise of the day was my time at a 2.19. When we compared TBL Colin was a 2.13, while Thura and I were 2.15.3 and 2.15.8. Just 0.5 of a second behind! That absolutely made my day.
As I was gleaming with joy over the timed lap, I suddenly got a chill down my spine as I saw black flags on the track. Having friends and family in 3 out of 4 run groups made incidents like these very nerve wracking. Dan in his GTO had one earlier due to an exhaust bracket that made its way loose, but other than that we had been very fortunate. Quickly I check to see what run group was on the track and about that time one of the drivers coming off mentioned my buddies VR4 had went off in turn seven. This is one of the corners at TWS where you dont have the luxury of a football field on either side of the track. Its also the second or third fastest corner. Patiently we waited and after an eternity I see Red with James and Chuck in the flatbed. Things at that point start to go blurry. The best news was that James and Chuck did not sustain any injuries and were OK. At first glance the VR4 looked like in decent shape, but then I began to start noticing extreme positive camber in the passenger rear and equally disturbing negative camber on the driver rear. Both tires on the passenger side had rolled off the bead and sat airless. Two rims were trashed as well as the front active areo and the lower passenger core support was displaced 3 inches back. On the bright side the frame seemed straight up top and the upper shock towers were untouched. Visual from an instructor behind confirmed that they dropped two off coming out of turn seven which was what started the incident. At that point the VR4 came back across to the inside of the track which is where a Subaru flipped a few months back going the opposite direction. The inside of turn seven is the base of a dirt hill. James did well to steer the car parallel to the hill, but had to be passenger to what I can only describe as 2 foot speed bumps at 60+ mph. We got AAA on the phone and the car prepped to ride back into Houston.
An eye opening weekend indeed. Once again the reminder that what we do is still dangerous despite the controlled environment, run groups, passing rules, etc. I've had a similar realization once before when I had a spectacular off in the Miata in turn 2 going clockwise. If I was driving the track in the same CCW configuration as this weekend the car would have been totaled and Ill leave it at that. Bouncing back wasnt easy. Race car drivers brush it off because thats their job and partially due to insanity. For those of us that treat this as a hobby, we have to make a different decision of balancing the enjoyment, adrenaline, fear, cost, and risk. I made a conscious decision to push on, but I learned from that incident. Not to be fear full of turn 2, but as to what was the root cause and the symptoms that lead up to that. I developed my own mental check before I take corners such as 1-2, 7-8-9, and 12. Am I prepared to commit to this corner? If I hesitate I back it out a few tenths.
So how can I sum this up? I achieved my main goal which was to adapt to the yellow run group and successfully survived my solo debut. Setting a comparable time for the yellow run group was an added bonus. My younger brother Michael was blistering fast and took to the track naturally (check out the 150HP A4 reeling in the Aston on the front straight). Heather and Dan were not far behind as the three find themselves in Blue next time round. James is a bit shaken up, but Im hoping this wont deter him away from giving it another go. Enjoy the pics and Ill be back out next month.
Finally, the weekend had arrived. And with it comes the start of my second season tracking the Eclipse. It was also time to brush off the layers of rust that developed over the summer months and get both the driver and car ready for what turned out to be another eye opening weekend.
First up the car got a smattering of upgrades. Mainly a new and fresh cooling system from water pump to hoses, but there were a few goodies in the garage that needed to find a new home other than the shelf. So in went an EvoIII 16g attached to a FP manifold, some Dejon piping with a MAF, and a little icing in the form of DSMLink. Boost was still clocked down to 10-11 psi for various reasons and also got around to taking a degree of camber out of the rear and an alignment for good measure.
As for the driver it was a different story. This weekend I would not only be joined by my normal racing buddies, but new additions starting with my youngest brother in his Audi A4, my girlfriend in her 350Z, and long time DSM buddies Dan and James in their GTO and 3KGT. A month ago we had 5 green students, 1 blue, and 1 yellow. Two weeks before the event we lost a green and gained a yellow. The feeling of accomplishment combined with anxiety and doubt as I read Yellow-Solo (HPDE3) next to my name was unfathomable (ok may be not that bad, but I was really concerned). This would be my first full weekend as a solo and bumping up to a faster run group. This venue was also different in that I would be running with PCA (Porsche Club of America) rather than TDE. Nail biting stuff.
Sat. morning rolls around and I find myself in familiar territory. The grand view of the front straight, the glow of the paddock garages in the early morning, and sun just peaking over the in field brought on a nice warm and fuzzy feeling. Our entourage settles in and we get down to business slapping on race pads, checking torque settings and tire pressures, numbering cars, and then it was time for the mornings drivers meeting (these Porsche guys sure like to start early). All too soon I find my self gridded, donning helmet and gloves, and trying to calm myself. First objective of the day was to re-familiarize myself with the track, locate corner workers, feel out the race line, and not fall off. I was also concerned about being the train conductor as looking around I see GT2/3, 911s, Caymans, and Boxters. Other than a 04 Cobra, 2 Vettes, and a Subbie it was a sea of Porsches (imagine that at a PCA event). We get the 3 min warning and soon after we are ushered onto the track. I quickly get to work getting some heat in the tires and making sure the brakes are under me.
Then it just all comes flooding in. Its kind of that same sensation when you havent ridden a bicycle in a while. A lot of the warm up lap becomes automated leaving my mind clear to check the condition of the track surface and recall all the details from past instructors. As I approach the front straight the full course yellows have been dropped and I ease the car up through 4th and clear the traffic behind me. Midway through the straight I climb the bank to the top preparing for the turn down into corners one and two. I can hear Chuck chanting One car length past the chain link fence in my head as I tap the brakes to load the front and dive bomb off the oval. Instinctively Im looking ahead for the radio tower to straighten up my brake zone. Scrub off the speed, find my track position through turn one and nail the apex of turn 2. Man that felt good! Turns three, four, and five are dispatched quickly as I approach corner six. I check my mirrors and I see a GT2 and one of the Vettes closing on me quickly. As this was a reconnaissance lap for me, I didnt track out from six to leave the fast line open for the two behind me. As I cruise down the back straight Im building the courage for turn seven. This is a corner that by eye sight doesnt make any sense. Many of the drivers prefer a late entry into seven riding near the mid part of the bowl. However, if you turn in earlier and get the car down at the base where the curbing is, the extra camber will suck your car in and it really feels like your turning on rails. So hear I am at sitting mid forth asking myself if Im ready. Well the decision is made and I commit. Lift, tap the brakes and Im all in. That sensation of getting whipped through that corner is fantastic! But then you need to deal with the speed through turn 8 which is a blind uphill. One again my mind tells me to look for the water tower. I find my line, crest the hill, and hard on the brakes to get the speed down for eight and nine. Then its back on the throttle as we transition back in onto the old track to do battle with the carousel. Once again dump speed and into 3rd, I take the center line progressively getting the car situated for the entrance out into turn eleven. Then its gas, gas, gas as I shoot towards twelve. This is another deceiving corner as the eye does not see the small dip in the track surface near the apex. Like turn seven, if you have faith and commit it will hold you in. I must have been feeling pretty religious that morning as I lifted, turned, floored it, and nailed that corner. In fact I was going just a little faster than expected and didnt leave enough brake zone for turn 13. It wasnt pretty, but I make it through the last set of corners which form a tight left-right-left combination. The session continues on without any incidents as I match pace with a Subbie and an older 911 with a Chevy 350 out back. A great start to the day.
Back in the paddocks I take a quick second to pull out some timing in the 6-7k range and check the tire temps. The alignment with the decrease of rear camber really made the car come alive. It felt like it wanted to turn more naturally, was much more neutral in the corners, and tire pressures backed up my gut feeling. I was finally using the tires equally and really putting that 255 rubber to use. About that time I realize the green group is out and I walk to the hot pit to check out my friends on the front straight. As the yellow Audi comes by I see a very familiar racing suit in the passenger seat. Did my brother get Chuck as his instructor? I stroll back to the car and I notice the 3KGT is in. Curious as to why it was back in I started to look for James. He ended up getting a black flag for spilling fuel on the track. Seems he left the gas cap at the gas station last night. No biggy, we make a quick trip out and it was right where he left it.
We get back to the paddocks and our green students are smiles ear to ear. Chuck is still the good Ol Chuck I had as my first instructor almost exactly a year ago. Extremely spirited and always there egging you on to break through to the next boundary. Heather is having the time of her life and I get a good laugh from Dan when he tipped 140mph on the front straight. Guess thats what happens with 400+ whp attached to the loud pedal. I think there may have been an admission of fear somewhere in there.
Second session and Im raring to go. We pull out of the pits for the warm up lap and as Im approaching turn 3 the car goes silent. I turn the key to refire the engine, but it doesnt catch. Quickly I signal to the cars behind me and pull off track to the corner worker station. I let them know everything is OK and they check for any leaks under the car. Nothing to be found, so I give it another turn of the key. It cranks over just fine and finally catches. Shes struggling to idle and sounds like a miss as I roll through the RPM range. Once mobile again I let the corner worker know Im going to limp it into the pits. They give me the signal that the track is clear to enter and I roll out. First thoughts are blown IC piping; you have a lot of time to think when cruising down the back straight at 50mph. Back under the shade things are beginning to look bad. All the IC pipes are still connected and nothing leaking beyond the MAF. I turn my attention towards the ECU and tuning. As I fire up the laptop and connect to DSMLink the first thing I notice is that some of the values are showing up as gray. I check the tune for fuel, airflow, and timing and everything is zeroed out. The slider for global had been reset to the 660cc flashed onto the chip and needed to be corrected for the 450s in the car. Instantly the engine smoothes out and idle returns back to normal. With the help from my friend Andy who came down for the weekend we reload the tune from earlier logs that morning. We decide to take her out on the parade lap for some testing. Session three was spent making sure everything was still in order and a little over cautious, but I was back up to speed on the forth session.
After some steak and ribs and a good nights rest it was time to get back in the game Sun. morning. In the grid I saw Chuck walking up to my car. Seems his yellow student was missing and asked if I wanted a rider. Dont have to ask me twice, I was all game for having my first instructor back in the car with me. We set off and adjusted my lines slightly remembering all that I could from that first DE. Next thing I knew I was diving into turn one 10 mph faster with out a brake check. Same goes for turn seven where we absolutely blitz through the apex. One of the biggest improvements came for adjusting shift points and using all the RPMs. I had been short shifting 3rd and 4th at 5k which is what landed me in 5th on the front straight. Chuck pointed out I have 1,500 unused left on the tach. Next time around I ran it all the way up through 3rd and 4th which took me to just under 120mph before turn in for one and two. His advise to me when solving shift problems was try first to stay in the higher gear and emphasis on maintaining momentum. Saves time shifting and keeps the turbo in the sweet spot. I managed to do the same in the 4-5-6 complex as well as 12-13-14-15. When I first drove with Chuck I would upshift twice and downshift twice in one lap. Now I was doing the same thing, but able to move the shift points earlier to other areas of the track and maintain that higher gear onto a series of corners and onto the straights. This is just what the doctor ordered.
The next two sessions I assimilated Chucks lines and merged them with some other lines that seem to work a little better for me. I was slowly getting faster in turn one, but wasnt quite comfortable with taking turn seven flat out as I had done with Chuck on board. On turns eight and thirteen I started to use a mid track line and a little trail braking to enter a bit smoother. This translated into less distance traveled and better setup for nine. Turn twelve saw a 5mph increase as I changed the turn in point. On the third session of the day Thura let me borrow his Traqmate unit to log some laps. This thing has it all from segment times to max speed, cornering speed, brake time, etc. One of the coolest features is the theoretical best lap where it takes all the fastest segments and shows you what you should be able to do. This doesnt exactly translate into what Im capable of, but does give an indication of what a lap without traffic should produce. My brothers (supercharged Miata) best time of the day was a 2.15. Thura with the RX8 was sitting slightly behind with a 2.16. And the surprise of the day was my time at a 2.19. When we compared TBL Colin was a 2.13, while Thura and I were 2.15.3 and 2.15.8. Just 0.5 of a second behind! That absolutely made my day.
As I was gleaming with joy over the timed lap, I suddenly got a chill down my spine as I saw black flags on the track. Having friends and family in 3 out of 4 run groups made incidents like these very nerve wracking. Dan in his GTO had one earlier due to an exhaust bracket that made its way loose, but other than that we had been very fortunate. Quickly I check to see what run group was on the track and about that time one of the drivers coming off mentioned my buddies VR4 had went off in turn seven. This is one of the corners at TWS where you dont have the luxury of a football field on either side of the track. Its also the second or third fastest corner. Patiently we waited and after an eternity I see Red with James and Chuck in the flatbed. Things at that point start to go blurry. The best news was that James and Chuck did not sustain any injuries and were OK. At first glance the VR4 looked like in decent shape, but then I began to start noticing extreme positive camber in the passenger rear and equally disturbing negative camber on the driver rear. Both tires on the passenger side had rolled off the bead and sat airless. Two rims were trashed as well as the front active areo and the lower passenger core support was displaced 3 inches back. On the bright side the frame seemed straight up top and the upper shock towers were untouched. Visual from an instructor behind confirmed that they dropped two off coming out of turn seven which was what started the incident. At that point the VR4 came back across to the inside of the track which is where a Subaru flipped a few months back going the opposite direction. The inside of turn seven is the base of a dirt hill. James did well to steer the car parallel to the hill, but had to be passenger to what I can only describe as 2 foot speed bumps at 60+ mph. We got AAA on the phone and the car prepped to ride back into Houston.
An eye opening weekend indeed. Once again the reminder that what we do is still dangerous despite the controlled environment, run groups, passing rules, etc. I've had a similar realization once before when I had a spectacular off in the Miata in turn 2 going clockwise. If I was driving the track in the same CCW configuration as this weekend the car would have been totaled and Ill leave it at that. Bouncing back wasnt easy. Race car drivers brush it off because thats their job and partially due to insanity. For those of us that treat this as a hobby, we have to make a different decision of balancing the enjoyment, adrenaline, fear, cost, and risk. I made a conscious decision to push on, but I learned from that incident. Not to be fear full of turn 2, but as to what was the root cause and the symptoms that lead up to that. I developed my own mental check before I take corners such as 1-2, 7-8-9, and 12. Am I prepared to commit to this corner? If I hesitate I back it out a few tenths.
So how can I sum this up? I achieved my main goal which was to adapt to the yellow run group and successfully survived my solo debut. Setting a comparable time for the yellow run group was an added bonus. My younger brother Michael was blistering fast and took to the track naturally (check out the 150HP A4 reeling in the Aston on the front straight). Heather and Dan were not far behind as the three find themselves in Blue next time round. James is a bit shaken up, but Im hoping this wont deter him away from giving it another go. Enjoy the pics and Ill be back out next month.
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