944 Heat Wave Update

While we in the East Coast have been baking in a heat wave, I haven't been idle. I've been toiling away in the garage, giant fan blowing and beer fridge just steps away. First some 44 updates.

Did I tell you how much I hate the paddock at VIR? I'm sure I did, but just in case, it can't hurt to repeat: I hate the paddock at VIR! There, I feel better. I think I would rather bake in the reflector oven in the summer than deal wilth the sand. Case in point, my race tires:

As much as I tried to avoid the paddock sand, parked on the asphalt, waited for my tires to cool, they still picked up lbs of sand and embedded into my race tires. 15 minutes per tire of scraping and brushing got much of the sand and pebbles off, but they still will be like skating on glass the first couple of laps I use them.

Speaking of tires, I added a new gizmo to the cockpit: a tire pressure monitor system for racecars. While F1 cars have gazillon dollar thermal systems for analyzing the pressure and tire temps, my budget is a tad constrained. This was a 100 bucks system and gives me pressures every 5 seconds. It's accurate to 1/10ths so more accurate than my hand gauge.

Cockpit monitor

sensors take the place of stem caps.

Whether it gives me any competitive advantage remains to be seen. But if you don't try you'll never know.

Speaking of competitive advantages leads me to another segue way. Way back in the beginning of the season I had my motor dyno'd and broken in after the rebuild. One of the comments from John was it looked like my valves were floating a bit at the top end of the curve as my hp was dropping off pretty good. He said this is typically due to worn tappets or followers in the cam tower. Since list price of the tappets were $120 each and I needed 8 of them - not including any labor, I decided to wait and see how the season goes.

Well after watching Bob and Al walk me up the esses at VIR and seeing Steve motor on past on the long straight, I decided now is the time.

Camtower and tappets. You can see the worn area on the crowns.

A couple of hours in the garage, my mastercard groaning a bit more, and the new tappets were installed.

I finished my tech inspection - replacing a stuck rear caliper - and the car was ready for the next race at NJMP at the end of July. Time to turn my attention back to the 2002.

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.

944 Cup Nationals - some pics

Just got my CD of pics from the Nationals. Here's some that I like. (I'm in the pink car if you couldn't guess).

944 Cup Nationals - continued

The cute stewardess handed me a drink as I thundered along at 50,000 feet in the Alpine Motorsports private jet. "We should be landing at Danville in a couple hours. Do you want your usual sushi lunch?" As I stretched and started to drift off to sleep in the comfortable leather seats I thought I could really get used to this. As I sleep, the flight started to get a bit bumpy, with several sharp jolts.

"Hey Wake Up!" Bam! Wha? What? "Aren't you leaving for VIR?" asked my wife as she leaned over me in the driveway. "I thought you wanted to get there early for registration. Isn't it a 6+ hour drive?" So maybe Arrive & Drive racing came in several flavors, and I can only afford vanilla. But even so, for the first time in about 10 years I was heading to the track without my giant safety blanket, my trailer. Tools, spare parts, even A/C, all abandoned as I hustled down I-95.

I make good time and am at the track, through registration and wandering the paddock by 4 pm. No big pink trailer. Well, it's nothing that I can control, so I grab myself a beer and start visiting.

Spoiled Boys Racing - The Crowell Brothers

Mid Atlantic racer Glen Evans

Early next morning, the pink trailer is waiting in the paddock and starts disgorging it's cargo of racecars.

 

#356 - My race car for the weekend

 First up is the driver's meeting. The SCCA Pro Racing representative welcomes us to the event and goes over some of the weekend's rules. Next is chief 944 honcho Dave Derecola (DD).

After the meeting was the first practice session. This was to be my first time in the rental pink car. We got the seat, belts and mirrors adjusted. A quick lesson on the controls and I headed out onto the track. The session was basically a throw-away. The car was a handful to drive with the rear stepping out under braking and impossible to trail brake. I had no confidence at all in the car. After debrief with Nick, we concluded the used tires on the car were dead and we would put on fresh Hoosiers for the next session. The front shocks were firmed up to put some more weight on the rear to help with the stability.

Bill Repass - Mid Atlantic racer

Second session saw the car totally transformed, it became predictable and I settled down and started to relearn the track. I don't know about you, but as I get older, it's getting harder to just jump in a car and go fast. I need to sneak up on it. I wasn't a threat for the title but I was improving. After the session, it was time for drinking beer and some dinner from our 944 Racing Chef Joe

The Real Racing Chef - Joe Boschulte's #08

Joe's Tools of the Trade

Tomorrow morning started off with our Qualifying session. I continued to improve, knocking a few more seconds off my time and ended up mid-pack. The last Saturday session was the Qualifying race. This would set the grid for the Championship race on Sunday. I started ok, gained a bunch of spots on the start, then slowly over the 45 min race lost those spots . I wasn't as aggressive with somebody else's car as I would have been with mine. I was self insured so any dings/bang/booms were at my cost. Discretion is the better part of a lower MasterCard bill.

My "teammates", sharing the other 2 pink cars were Karl Troy, a 944 SuperCup champion from South Carolina, and Nick Esayian, a pro driver on the Realtime Acura World Challenge team. Karl is a very fast driver and once the car was setup for him, quickly left me in the dust by a couple of seconds. Nick on the other hand, was handicapped by jumping from his front wheel drive Acura with sequential shifter into a (new to him) rear-wheel drive Porsche 944 with a manual H pattern. For a couple of sessions, we ran nose to tail, swapping leads with equal times. However by the Qualifying Race, Nick started to figure out the car and started going fast. I guess that's why he's a Pro driver and I write code.

Nick Esayian being interviewed on TV in front of the Pink Porsches

Nick was very friendly and personable and I enjoyed meeting him. The two Nicks (Esayian and Riefer) were interviewed by SpeedTv announcer Greg Creamer about the Pink Porsches. Another interviewee was our own DD about the 944Cup series, it's history and future. Coming to a TV screen near you!

Dave Derecola - have we created a media monster?

Sunday was for all the marbles. One session, the Championship race. Instead of our usual rolling starts, we were doing it World Challenge/Formula One style: a standing start and when the red lights go out, off we go. All very exciting but in actuality, a bit confusing. We were supposed to go onto the main straight into our assigned grid spots. Hang out for about 5 minutes and then do a sighting lap of the track and then back to our spots and wait for the red lights. However all of a sudden the red lights come on. Wait a minute, we haven't done our outlap! Everybody's tires are stone cold at 9:30 in the morning with paddock gravel bits still on them. Oh shit, the lights go out. Along with everybody else, it's time to go!

Sunday's race was more of the same. Gained some spots, lost some spots, ended up about where I started. Had some good battles. It was all good. Car made it back to the paddock with no damage to it or my MasterCard.

Battling with Canadian Rod Herrera

Canadian Chris Green took the win and Championship trophy. That's the 3rd year in a row the Canadians have taken the Cup. Must be something about those donuts, eh?

 It was nice being a pretend pro driver, having wet towels and bottles of chilled water handed to me before getting out of the car, not working on the car, having lunch prepared, etc. All I had to do was just drive. Nick and his family were great, the cars were well prepared. If you are in the south east, you can't go wrong with the Pink Porsches. Economically it makes sense if you don't already have the infrastructure to go racing. However, I already have the trailer, the tools, the lift, the F250, the spare parts cars and all the rest. So I climbed back into the Subie and pointed it north, back to where the stealth car awaited me on the lift. But it was a fun weekend.

2010 944 Cup Nationals

Time for a break. All summer long I've been working in the garage and not racing. Now's it's September and that means it's time for the 44Cup National Championships. Once again it's at the great track VIR just outside of Danville Virginia. This year, there's a change to the structure of the event. The weekend is a Pro Racing event, the SCCA Pro Racing World Challenge. If you watch any racing at all on the US telly, World Challenge - formally known as SpeedVision World Challenge - was one of the most exciting racing series around. It featured real production cars such as Porsche 911s, Corvettes, Vipers and the like in the GT class and Mazda, Acura and other small bore machines in the Touring Class. Cars that look and are pretty much close to what you can buy down at the car stores. The series, like most racing series over the last several years has lagged abit, but seem to be in the rise again with great car battles.

This year 944 Cup was invited to be part of the weekend to run as a support race. I was psyched to be part of the event. I always love to go to Nationals - I've done badly and also done very well - but it's great to be with all the top 944 drivers battling it out on the track. I've been preparing since spring, I got my car inspected and got a SCCA log book at the Glen event. I joined SCCA and applied for my Pro license. I was ready, all except for one minor detail:

You can't go racing if you don't have a race car that works.

Now my car works, but as we saw at the Glen, not really. The dyno told the tale after the Glen, a blistering 126 hp at the rear wheels. Bringing the Stealth machine to VIR was just taking a knife to a gun fight. Just wasn't going to do it. But a ray of (pink) sunshine is peaking over the horizon. Nick Reifer of N-Tech Racing was bringing his rental posse of pink 944's to Nationals.

A call to Nick revealed that 2 of the 3 cars were being held for some of the WC pros to race with us, but one was available. However, last years Nat's Champion Bill Comat had dibs on the ride. After some gentle baderging of Bill, he decided he needed to not divert his energies from supporting his son's bid for the Championship and passed. So after a signed contract and a few checks, I became an Arrive & Drive racer. Time to see how the other 10% live.