Ah! Here I am again. Thursday, taking emergencies. Only today, there have been none. Among the patients at least.
Last week at VIR I ended up nearly destroying my 911. And, with four days of solo driving you might think my lap times improved, right?
Sadly, without an instructor in-car urging me, I discovered a insidious contentment to take it easy. “I mean really, Ayesha” asks my amygdala. “What’s the rush? Take it easy baby…” and in a conspiratorial alliance my right foot willingly betrays me. Doing that stupid thing of lifting up. “Jus’ chillaxing yo’.”
Still, I managed three things better:
1. Acceleration in the straights. My data logger proved to me that I was never below 110 at the end of the front straight or below 115 at the end of the back straight. And I was entering the climing esses again at 99 to 103 mph.
2. Beginning trail braking. Scott, the Chin instructor who sat right seat in my check ride last weekend worked with me to “squeeze” my foot off the brake. It’s tricky because the car has no power brakes and thus my own release must be smooth. By the end of the check ride, he said I was doing it right. I kept practicing.
3. Braking later, consistently.
“YAWN!” say all you guys with big cajones. And you have a point. But, as you are kind enough to read this far, undoubtedly you will agree when I say: “Whateva. I’m making progress.” Slooooooooowly an old dog is learning new tricks.
Slow feels painful.
To avoid discouragement, I must remind myself that within 15 months I have gone from a law-abiding, carpool minivan-driving, “Whatza nomex? Whatza track-out?” decorous, dumpy, middle-aged lady to a “Guess what? I don’t barf at 122 mph!” deliriously addicted, sunburnt, wild-haired, sweaty track hag.
I shall be leaving tonight again for track. Road Atlanta with Chin Motorsports. And, per protocol, there is a list of odds stacked against me.
“Quick run down the problem list, Doc? ”
With drivers meeting less than 48 hours away, I’ve gotta get:
1. Track car (check).
2. Tow vehicle/trailer (in the works).
3. Racing seats/harness/roll cage/HANS device (please, please, Discovery Parts and Racing Analytics of Dawsonville, GA).
4. Brick for gas pedal (overnight delivery by Amazon Prime).
5. Clothespin to protect my instructor’s nose from my malodorous driving (optional).
Among my packing list, I must remember to include my Rumi finger puppet. Of course I’m not kidding. I DO actually own a Rumi finger puppet.
Thanks to Kivinski. And thank you WriterInk, WinterKnits, LeggyStig, LaserLady,Tex, Greenfrog, SCDon, 007, VTechpower, Mr. LeM, GillesVN, DigiBro, Mr. Energy, and TrackRocketRacer.
Thank you Reader.
Bianca and Swami, it won’t be the same without you. I will miss you both but I know you are each getting necessary rest.
Vaderito, maybe see you tomorrow? I love you Cufflinks, HairGel, and Diva. And you, Ami, Abboo, Mom, and Dad.
Most of all, you Ducky.