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Porsche Club of America
The Northeast Region

By Steve Boris
NOR'EASTER Online - March 2002
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Oh Hi! I didn’t hear you turn the page. I actually didn’t expect you all for a couple of days, but since you’re here lets get started. 
   
For the last 2 months I have address a couple of fears and problems that newcomers may have prior to a season of driving with the Northeast Region Porsche Club. In this session I want to address some fears older members may have, the fear of entering your first season of Club Racing. Although I am not a seasoned veteran of the sport I hope my little mistakes will help you. There are lots of lessons that will present themselves to you while racing. I hope to provide you insights to help you cope by yourself without involving your car or the guy beside you, because you won’t have time to study for this type of pop quiz hotshot!
   
For three years prior to my first season of Club Racing I knew that I had to at least try it. I spent any extra time and money trying to build the car I thought I needed to race. Don’t get me wrong, it turned out really nice; clean, stable, great looking, impractical, everything a racecar is supposed to be. 
   
My car started life as a 1990 944 S2 that had about 200 hp. It went through many changes. I stripped the interior out to bare metal, trimmed the doors and removed the glass, I added a cage, Lexan back glass, new nose and other assorted fiberglass parts and a few expensive go fast pieces. For those of you don’t know, there is not a lot you can do to an S2 without spending gobs of money. Unlike a turbo where there is extra power available for little money, Porsche got everything out of an S2 engine. My car was all in all a great car, reliable, solid and I could drive the @$#%! out of it. Finally, after many events in the Black Run Group of Driver Ed, I thought I was ready, so I started down the Club Racing registration path. This is where I learned that there are 2 types of racecars. The first type is Competitive. The second type is Uncompetitive. Guess which one I built? You got it, Uncompetitive. I spent so much time making the car I wanted that I forgot to check what class it would fit in. Let’s see, I did this, that and oh yeah all the other things too! Uh oh! GT3S! Allow me to translate that for those who don’t know what it means. It translates into, Got The 3 Savings accounts? All of a sudden I’m in big trouble. I’m not saying I couldn't run in GT3S because I can and did. I was just about $100,000 and 150 hp short of being competitive.
   
OK, so that being said, I told myself that despite my lack of infinite cash and power to weight ratio, I would go out and give it my best shot, get a taste and have fun. 
   
All through the winter of 2000/2001 I worried, will the car be ready, can I handle getting passed, would I get passed a lot, did I have what it takes to be aggressive and safe at the same time, would I crash, would I embarrass the my club and instructors, how will I handle someone trying to muscle me out of a corner? These were just a few of the questions running through my brain. At one point I even thought of not trying it for fear that I would not do well and let myself down.
   
Needless to say Club Racing is a blast. Fortunately there were a few NER folks planning our trying Club Racing for the first time that year and we all supported each other. I’m sure they all had the same concerns.
   
The first race was the May, CVR Race Into Spring at Lime Rock. We all signed up for the DE event on Thursday before to get in an extra day of practice. Friday arrived with our first day of racing practice. As soon as I rolled out of pit lane all my fear instantly fell away, which is a good thing because it allowed me to stay focused. There is absolutely NO TIME to be afraid or cautious, only to be smart. I took to it like a duck to water. It was sweet. The most startling thing I found was that my Uncompetitive car was actually doing pretty well on the short Limerock track and as the practice sessions went on I found myself getting bolder and bolder. I actually found myself chasing down and a passing cars I shouldn’t be able to pass.
   
I found a spot on the track where I was much faster than several of the other cars did. I would work up to the point where I could set them up and pass them. The only problem was that I gave away my so-called ace in the hole. Later in the race a few of the smarter guys wouldn’t give me the opening needed because I passed them in practice. Having a real flashy car can have its down sides, as competitors remember it. 

TIP: Do it once maybe twice then save it for when you really need it.

Saturday morning brought with it my first qualifying session. This is where the experienced drivers tell you to find some open track and try for your fastest lap. Of course I’ve never listened to anybody before, why start now. Well, I started to chase a guy that was faster than me during practice. For several laps I would sneak up on him through the tight stuff only to have him pull ahead on the front straight. Every time we got to the front straight his 300+ hp just got the better of my 200 hp yielding him enough of a lead that I couldn't get by without risk to both of us. After about 7 or so laps, one time, he didn’t pull away from me as much, so I decided to try an inside move. He was still ahead of me as I moved over to what would be the inside line going into Big Bend. How do I describe the next few moments? I can’t! We were quickly running out of front straight and I still was not beside him. But I had the shorter inside line to my advantage. All I had to do was to brake later than he did; hold on and I’d be able to get by. That is if I could slow down enough and not put us both off the track with pieces all around us. Well, all I can say is I wish my video camera was working at the time. This was a pass, that if I never passed anyone else, I would always have this one to look back on. As a friend once told me, “There is nothing like passing someone who doesn’t want to get passed”. It turned out much safer than I thought it would when I started it, and as good as it was I probably shouldn’t have tried such an aggressive pass on my second day in race format. That’s probably due to my inability to be content with just making it around. My car was so underpowered for the class the only way I could pass is late braking into the corners. It turned out great, but should I have done it?
   
As the weekend wound down I found myself finishing 8th in class and the last car on the lead lap. Not bad for my first race in an underpowered car. The next race at Watkins Glen would not have such a favorable outcome.
   
My second Club Race weekend took place at Watkins Glen. Practice went great, the car is perfect, but on the longer track my lack of straight-line speed is definitely a hindrance. All in all I managed to stay mid-pack in practice among 57 cars in our group, despite being passed by some cars as if I pulled over to change a tire. 
   
Race day qualifying went really well, I was turning some really good lap times for my car but still about 15 seconds (yeah 15) slower than the big boys. As the day progressed the weather started to deteriorate. GT3 (my class) and GT1 run at the end of the day since groups are run in order of speed, slowest to fastest. As we pull into pit lane it started to sprinkle. I was not too worried I have practiced driving in the rain quite a bit even on Hoosier tires and found that with less power than most, I would have a better chance in the rain. Then it started to pour. The race was postponed till Sunday.
   
Sunday’s weather was near perfect. As our race started I find myself gridded 23rd out of 57. Racing went great, the track is sticky and I’m doing pretty well. I identified targets and reeled them in. On the 5th lap, the leader lapped those of us in the middle of the pack. He came up on my left as I was being passed by a GT4 914 on the right as we all headed for the Bus Stop. As we enter the right-hander into the Bus Stop, the 914 was ahead of me on the right and the leader on my left, all in an area I have never shared before. To make matters worse the 914 couldn’t hold his line because he carried to much speed to get by me and started to spin in front of me. The leader was still beside me and I had nowhere to go as time stood still! Eventually the 914 spun to the right and I tucked in behind the leader without missing a heartbeat. If I had panicked or tried to correct the situation things might have been ugly.
   
As I was approaching the Laces they threw a full course yellow due to the 914 and another 911 both spinning off and glanced into my mirror and noticed the video camera had shut itself off somehow. I reached up and turned it back on. Too bad I didn’t record the excitement in the Bus Stop but I did get what happened later.
   
The track went back to green and I got a good jump on the pack despite the fact that our spotter (a guy with an infield to car radio talking to a few of us) was standing by the Bus Stop instead of the front straight, where he should have been. For the next 5 laps I chased down and passed a couple faster cars. On the 10th lap the big guy in the tower throws me a pop quiz. I had been chasing this particular guy for 2 laps and made a beautiful pass coming into the Laces of the Boot. As we head for the Toe I’m on the left with this guy coming up the right. In front of us is a Rookie that I figured would hold his line, blocking the guy to my right, leaving me the middle-outside to pass. I figured wrong! When he saw us coming he panicked and stayed in the middle of the Toe leaving the other guy the inside line and me the marbles and guardrail. Ouch! I couldn’t hold on the marbles with the speed I was carrying and found the foam blocks that line the guardrails. Two laps from the end; I’m watching everyone go by because I didn’t have any patience. Needless to say, when the teacher whacks you with the stick 4 times you don’t say 5 is the answer to 2 plus 2 next time she asks.

I stripped what I needed off the old car and I have moved up to a 944 Turbo and moved down to F class. F class is one of the most competitive classes in Club Racing and I have my work cut out for me. As I sit here during the winter of 2001/2002 I am worrying again; will the car be ready, can I handle getting passed, will I get passed a lot, do I have what it takes to be aggressive and safe at the same time, will I crash, will I embarrass the my club and instructors, how will I handle someone trying to muscle me out of a corner? These were just a few of the questions running through my brain.
   
I hope as you head out onto the track for your first Club Race weekend, that you understand the inevitability of encountering pop quizzes. Some will be small; some will be large, but the closer to the limit you drive the more the grades will count. Have fun, be safe and don’t try to pass on the outside.
   
Well, again, our time is up for now. So until next time, remember, my driver’s window is always open. 
 

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