My favorite story is from my first (and so far *only*, dammit!) BMWCCA school, at Putnam Park near Indianapolis last year. I was in the C run group and got pretty confident pretty quickly. Turn 4 is an off-camber left-hander and I had the car drifting nicely through there. On that turn (and several others), my instructor would tighten his grip on the handle and mutter "Oh, ****..." followed immediately by "Good
boy!!" I could hear him clear as day over the intercom.
At that same school there was a guy in a new bright yellow Gallardo in my run group. He was sort of a rolling roadblock to me (as were many of the M3s...) and I passed him a bunch of times, but he was a great sport and had a great time. Hell, he was *driving* that beautiful piece of sexy Italian machinery! He improved tremendously, though, by the end of the 2nd day and I had trouble keeping him behind me (an extra 330hp will do that!); I got a bunch of distance on him through the tight parts of the course but he'd catch up at the end of the long front straight. I can vividly picture that yellow wedge getting louder and bigger in my mirror and the sound gave me goose bumps. He finally managed to stay with me through the end of the twisties and I gave him a point-by. He pulled a Linda Ronstadt (Blue Bayou) and took off, but his instructor gave me a HUGE thumbs-up out the window, and later told me what a great job I'd done (and solo, at that). The Lambo owner said to me "My only goal for this weekend was to pass one of those MINI Coopers!" I'm glad that was me.
I take it back,
that is my favorite story!
I can't believe my track day got snowed out for this weekend!
How about you, J?
