VIR Revisited

False Grid at Dusk

Virginia International Raceway is one of the East Coast's best road courses. Located just off the North Carolina state line in middle Virginia, it's a 3.2 mile long track with huge elevation changes over the circuit. The pro's race here, including NASCAR folks who use it for testing as it's not too far from their Charlotte base.

I've been racing there since it reopened in 2000 and it's been a couple of years since I've been back. The last time was the 2009 944Cup Nationals. It's always been one of my favorite tracks. This time it was round 3 for the North region of 944 Cup. 2 sprint races for points and a 90 minute enduro were on tap.

A boring  - the best kind  - 6 1/2 hour tow brought me to the paddock. As much as I love the track, I hate the paddock. A giant sand box that becomes the gift that keeps on giving. I'll be sweeping out the sand from the trailer, the race car, my suit, my truck for the next several weeks. I made the best of it, setting in with some SmuttyNose Porters to be shared with my paddock mates, Sharon and Dennis Wasser and Mark Weining.

It was a hot weekend. Canopies, fans and cool suits required!

Being a PCA race event, the days followed the typical PCA schedule. Friday was 3 practice sessions followed by the fun race and practice starts for the rookies. Saturday brought qualifying and 2 sprint races. Sunday was the 90 minute enduro.

Compared to my last visit, the paddock seemed barely populated. Unlike the Glen event, the VIR race only had about 100 racers. A BMW race group of about 20 cars plus an advanced drivers education group rounded out the attendees. Outside of the big races like Sebring and Watkins Glen, event organizers need to be creative to break even these days.


I've done a couple of changes to the car following the Glen weekend. I replaced the stock rubber transmission mount with a Lindsey Racing solid mount to address the balky 5th gear issue. I'm running stock motor mounts up front, so the solid rear shouldn't vibrate my fillings out. I added the oil cooler back in since I knew it was going to be hot and didn't want to stress the motor. 

LR solid tranny mount in the carrier

 Using a tranny jack, a floor jack, and my lift, I was able to replace it without dropping the tranny. 

snug and at home. a nice bit of saturday afternoon work.

Practice 1 (P1) was fine, doing a 2:26 lap with my old 15 heat cycled Hoosiers. I ran without my cool suit for the session, but that was the last time for the weekend. By 10 am it was hot, in the 90's and muggy.


P2. Well,you remember that stumbling issue I had at the Glen? Well, its back! I had replaced all the ignition wires, checked all the grounds and connections and it all seemed fine. But late in the session the car would stumble while exiting a turn. Best time was a 2:25, so I dropped a second.


P3 more of the same. Toward the end, on the last lap I barely made it around the track, the best time was a 2:31. Arghh, this was frustrating. Meanwhile, other members of the 944 tribe were experiencing issues also. Dave Gibson was having tranny issues, missing 5th gear, and then more. Eventually he was able get back all but 1st, so he could race.

Dave Gibson's #52

Meanwhile, back in Virginia, Steve Randolph and others were in the middle of one of those crazy racer trashes trying to get his car to the track. Steve had a ball joint break at the Glen race in the middle of the esses - one of those life experiences that I would rather hear about than experience. The resulting crash trashed the whole left side of the car, very close to just totalling it. On the Wednesday evening before the race weekend, thinking he had things well in hand, he got a call from the shop that was finishing the race prep: The frame is cracked, we need to either find another car or replace the front clip. Steve went with plan B. The front clip was removed and a new one welded back on. I'll leave it to the reader to imagine how much work that entailed. Steve and Bernie finally made it to the track Saturday morning. Heading out for qualifying, the rear axle broke. So much for that session. A dead fuel pump killed race 1. Starting at the back for race 2, Steve made it up to 2nd. Go Steve!

Steve Randolph's #3. Crew chief Bernie in the background.

For me, while it was bright, sunny and hot, the prognosis was fading. I replaced the distributor cap as there were some slight grooves in the contacts. But I was just grasping at straws. In the warm-up session, I had trouble making the first lap. The car wouldn't go over 4000 rpm. I brought it back to my paddock spot dejected. There was no point in racing the car, I would just be a hazard out there. 


I had received plenty of opinions and advice from other racers but a lot of it was contradictory or didn't really help. As I was chatting with another racer John Behe turned up and asked what was going on. After explaining the symptoms, he thought for minute - I can almost see the decision tree in his head - and he said: That's got to be the Air Flow Meter. I said I had a mechanic look at it and it looked fine. He said, he didn't care, that was probably it. We went back to my pit and John fiddled with car for a minute. When's your next session? Qualifying in 10 minutes. Lets replace it if you have a spare, it will only take 2 minutes. Go get dressed and I'll change it out. And so I did.


And lo and behold, the car ran great!

John Torgersen's work in progress SP3 car

Sprint race 1, the car ran great. I started 4th and had a fun race. John Beasley, Al Cohen, Bob Page and I all left the rest of the pack behind and battled nose to tail for most of the race. I gained some and lost some. Toward the end of the race we had a full course yellow. I was running 3rd behind Bob. We were the last cars on track as the leaders had lapped the rest of the 44 group. The green flag came out as we were bombing down the Hog Pen, the VIR equivalent of the Laguna Seca's Corkscrew. I had a jump on Al behind me and was looking to hunt down Bob. Going though the tricky turn 17 I left foot braked and rotated the car, but this time the rear kept on going and tossed me off the track into the weeds. By the time I made it back to the racing surface, Al was long gone. For the last 2 laps I caught a glimpse of him occasionally, but that was it. I brought the car home in 4th. That was at least the 3rd time at VIR I had gifted a competitor by going off in turn 17 over the years.

Since my fast lap was a tick faster than Bob in Race 1, this is how he
prepares for Race 2. It worked.

Several hours later it was time for sprint 2. Grid position was based upon fast lap in race 1, so I started 3rd. At the start, it was a repeat of race 1. Fred, Bob, Al, myself, David Mann, and Dave Gibson stayed tight. Fred disappeared into the distance. I stayed tucked to the tail of Bob and Al, but soon they started gapping me. They had more motor and kept adding a couple more car lengths at the end of each straight. Next thing I know, David Mann who was behind me a bit is filling my mirrors. He sticks a pass on me at the top of the back straight,but I get it back going into turn 1. Steve Randolph who started at the back appears and motors past me and David like he's in another class. Later in the race I check my mirror and see David go flying off at turn 3 and that's it for the remaining laps of the race. I come across Al who had gone off and damaged the bottom of his car, parked in the grass and pick up another spot. The race ends with me in 4th, just where I started. Fred took 1st, Steve 2nd, and Bob 3rd.

It even looks like a beach. At home in the paddock, where
shade was at a premium this weekend.

With the small car count compared to the Glen, I was worried that with the normal attrition over the weekend, the 2 enduros would be combined into one. It would make sense for the organizers. I thought it was a very good possibility and I've made a vow not to run one of those again. Combing 944's with Cup cars is just not a good idea. The speed differentials are large and while most Cup car drivers are good, talented and courteous racers, my experience is that there are a few who are just douchebags. And it only takes one or two to make your day miserable. So no combined, all classes enduros for me.

After the event dinner I retired to the trailer where the A/C was blasting away for a good nights sleep and headed back to Pennsylvania the next morning. While the race weekend looked like it might be a disaster, in the end it was fun, exciting racing with friends. Just the way it should be.

Our paddock mates were Speedwerks from NY, supporting
their fleet of 944 and Spec Boxster drivers.

Watkins Glen PCA Race Weekend

Looking over part of the paddock

Despite the gloomy weather - the sun only came out a couple of times - it was pretty much dry running for the weekend, enduro excluded.

Thursday
After an uneventful 5 hour tow, I settled in the lower paddock behind the grandstands on the front straight, paddocking with E class racers Mark Weining and Denny Wasser.

Mark's 911 Euro SC reflected in his new trailer

Even though I haven't received my formal letter about my 13/13 "violation" at LimeRock, I was required to attend the Orientation Meeting aka Bad Racer School on Thursday night. The classroom was full and after an hour we were released, while the Rookie Candidates stayed for more info about racing with PCA.

Just a little cosmetic surgery after LimeRock. Nothing to see here, move on ...

My paddock mates had headed on out to the Seneca Lodge for dinner earlier, so I retired to my trailer for the evening where a nice Wolaver's Oatmeat stout was calling my name.

This was a big weekend for 944Cup. We had 48 racers in SP1, SP2 and SP3 signed up, with 37 in my class alone. At the driver's meeting it was announced that PCA Club Racing was putting on a greater emphasis on technical compliance at the racers and they have brought a big team of techs and their focus this weekend will be the 944 cars.

Hear! Hear! I say. I'm all for that. There were a lot of 944 Cup cars which we had never seen before. I'm racing for year long points where we have sealed DME's and it would suck to have somebody come in with a non-stock car as a one-off race and take the wins away from the legal cars. And since we're racing with PCA mostly this year, we'll never see a dyno at the track.

Action down in turn 1

Friday
Practice session 1 was damp, but the track had decent grip. The car developed a miss in the session, which came and went. Full power, and then it would start bogging, and then back to full power. A bit disconcerting indeed.

Back in the paddock I fiddled with spark plug wires, pulled the distributor cap and checked for loose connections but didn't find anything. I found a real mechanic - I only play one on the internet - and Jerald laid hands on my motor, sprinkled holy water from an empty Wolver's stout bottle and beseeched the gods to deliver this racercar from the pit of despair. "Go forth and see if it happens again." advised Jerald, and he wandered off.

Practice 2 and the car ran fine. Thanks Jerald! That blessing really worked. At the end of the session as I was passing the black flag station I was told to go to impound. Not just me, it turns out but the rest of the 944's. Looks like this is the start of the compliance checking, I'm good with that. I ended in the last row and waited to be called for 45 minutes.

Finally I'm pulled into the garage. The PCA tech guy said "Open your hood and remove your j-boot", handed me a screwdriver and started to walk away. I said "How about a hand here, I don't have any hood shocks." He said "Use your head to hold it up" and walked away to go bullshit with some other folks. Gee thanks PCA. I know you're a volunteer, but come'on. If you don't want to be here, why are you here?

A bystander was nice enough to give me a hand with the hood and I pulled off the hose. I found a tech guy and he measured my throttle body diameter with a caliper, said I was good, and sent me on the way.

Practice session 3 was next. Since we were having 2 races on Saturday, the times from this session were going to be used as our qualifying times for the 1st race. I put on some decent tires but didn't really improve my times, being a good number of seconds off the pace. The car occasionally stumbled, but for the most part ran okay.

At the end of the session, another call to tech. This time, they were doing safety inspections and the experience was much more pleasant. The tech gal was helpful, pleasant and chatty. 5 minutes later I was heading back to my paddock spot.

The next and final session for the day was the Practice Start and Fun Racers. No Way was I doing those. I may not be too bright but I am trainable. With a 13/13 from my last Fun Race appearance at LimeRock, I see no reason to participate. No points, no upside. I was done for the day.

Saturday
The night was cold sleeping in the trailer but when I opened the trailer door Sat morning, the sun was up and shining in the east. An hour later the clouds had moved back in to stay for the rest of the day.

Race one started in the morning. I got a good start in the race picking up several spots. There was a good group of racers where we were all grouped together and the battling was great. Plenty of good racing was to be had all over the track. I had an occasional misfire but generally the car ran strong. I ran my best lap of the weekend, getting into the 2:22's (BTW which is still way slow for some reason). Van (Svenson) of the orange Jagermeister 944, started in the back and managed to pip me toward the end, moving up to 9th with a great run through the pack. I started 43rd overall and made it up to 28th overall, 10th in class.

Cloudy, cool, windy but dry was Saturday

Afternoon brought the 2nd sprint race. Unlike the morning's race, the result wasn't as good. Though the racing was close, intense and fun. Which is why I'm here.
On the start I did well, picking up 3 positions on the first lap, and another 3 on the next lap. Lost some and then got it back on the next. And then my race took a turn.

Going up the esses, I grab 5th gear just after the apex to turn 2 as I straighten the car and head up the hill. This time though, I couldn't find 5th, it just wasn't there. I fiddled and fussed but couldn't get it into gear. This meant instead of powering up through the essess, I was basically just coasting up the hill off the power. In a class like 944Cup where we are all close racers, this was very similar in result to throwing out a boat anchor behind my car. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh as all those cars cars I had passed went flying past me.

I finally found 5th going down the back straight but with the limited speed I lost some more spots going into the bus stop. The rest of the lap I clawed some of those positions back again, but once again in the esses, same issue, same result. I started dropping down the leader board with a thud. I changed my strategy to going for 5th after the esses, running the car at redline which was making me cringe in the car. This compromised my speed onto the back straight leading to more lost spots at the bus stop. But at least it stopped the hemorrhaging, converting it to merely a slow painful death. I'd lose just one or two spots, instead of the three or four. I could then get one or more of those spots back elsewhere in the track. There were a pack of us, about 10 or more cars, where we were going head to head, door to door all around the track. It was pretty intense and fun racing. Toward the end, a double yellow came out and we got a Nascar style Green/White/Checker shootout to finish the race. The battling became even more intense in our local pack with cars going 3 wide though the corners trying anything to get ahead. On the last lap and last corner (11) there was an opening at the apex, I dived down under braking and then saw the other car come down and start to shut the door on me. Don't hit me! I lifted momentarily as he came about 3 inches from my door and then was back on the power.

But it was just enough to kill my momentum through the corner. I passed him, but a gaggle of cars behind me weren't balked and I watched helplessly as they slowly motored by at about 2 mph and beat me to the checker. Argh!!!

So I tumbled off the 1st sheet of the results. I ended up 40th overall, 17th in class. Not the result I was hoping for, but the racing was awesome even with the mechanical difficulties. Now it was off to the Seneca Lodge bar where Guinness is on tap and a nice filet was calling my name.

Sunday

In the warm-up I tried a new approach for 5th gear, shifting before the turn in at turn 2. This gave up just a little bit of speed going up the hill, but not much, and also meant I didn't have to run at redline though the esses. I was hopeful for the upcoming race.

Swiss Army wrist watch duct-taped to roll cage for in-car timing- when
to come in for my mandatory 5 minute enduro pit stop

Our enduro race was scheduled at about 10:30, finishing up around noon. About 10 it started to spit rain, but not too much. By 10:30 the track was damp, but it still wasn't raining heavily. I had hope that it would dry up so I left my dry (slicks) tires on.

On the pace lap it was lightly raining but not too bad. If it stays like this I have a chance. Everybody else has rain tires, and if it clears I'll clean up as they cook their tires. I get to use my rain light for the first time and notice a couple of cars with them. As we head onto the front straight the rain intensifies and now rooster tails start appearing behind the cars. I do a lap, conditions are getting sketchy, the next lap and the rain is coming down pretty good and it obvious that the best decision is to bag it. So I came in and loaded up. And it turned to be the right decision. Within the first 15 minutes I watched as several crunched up cars were brought in on a tow hook. As I was packing up and leaving, I kept on hearing about double yellows on the PA, so it must have been a mess out there. Congrats to Tyler and Bill Comat who took 1st in Cup but the overall win also.

But my car was still in the same shape it arrived in. I need to find out my electrical and tranny problems but that could wait. I headed back home in the rain. I had some great racing with friends and good weekend at the track. It's all good.

Bill Comat's brand new Michael Mount built motor - must be ok, as Tyler
brought it home 1st overall in the enduro.