The cold weather made it very difficult to get any tire grip.I'd come off track and my frt. tire temps would actually be colder than when I started.
The curse of a light car. I will have to work on getting some more appropriate tires.
I had to laugh as Jake and his 69 Camaro came flying by me heading into the bowl.
Not only was the thunder of that motor a killer,to add insult to injury,he spat a bit of coolant and oil onto my visor as he passed.
HA! I couldn't stop thinking how it reminded me of the wild turkeys my dog chases,and how they beat their mighty wings against the air,wailing and then crapping on the dog as they take flight.
Thanks,Jake
And..good job getting your car fixed for Sunday too! Not many would have packed everything up,driven home to Maine,fixed the car,and driven back the next day.
That's devotion. And thanks everyone for making new members feel so welcome!
It really is the membership that makes a club what it is.
When's the next event?
