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Porsche Club of AmericaAround The ConesOctober, 1998
Steve Ross
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While reading the last issue of this publication, I noticed that Paul
Dudley, our Membership Chair, commented in his column that the region now
has more than 50 members who own Boxsters. I hope we can interest most
of those new members to attend our forthcoming Boxster Tech scheduled for
December 12th at Clair International. The program for that day will focus
on helping those new Boxster owners learn more about their vehicles. Subjects
to be covered include a very basic overview of the car, operation and upkeep
guidelines, and key features. Look for a registration form for the session
in next month’s issue of the NOR’EASTER.
I found Bruce Corwin’s column in last month’s issue to be most entertaining.
Bruce has become a highly talented and tough competitor in my autocross
class. His column detailed his previously secret efforts to upgrade the
performance of his yellow 968. Some of those efforts were obviously useful
as he clinched the class championship early in the season. As I have said
over the years, power is not the only answer to going faster. You must
get what power you have to the ground. Bruce did the right thing by concentrating
on his Porsche’s suspension setup. His efforts to increase the power output
of his 968 were less successful, and certainly have saved Charlie Learoyd
and I a lot of time that might have been spent on useless power enhancer
experiments. The Porsche factory does a very nice job of wringing the maximum
power out of their engines in stock configuration. Efforts to improve upon
their efforts, using bolt on parts, are likely to fail with the possible
exception of turbos.
I’d like to add a few more insights into our recent trip to Monterey
and nearby environs, as detailed by Dave Weber in his great story in last
month’s issue. I was first most impressed with the incredible organization
at Laguna Seca, the famous track near Salinas that hosts the Historic Races
each year. Their first challenge was to find room for almost 500 vintage
racers and their accompanying trailers, semis, and support vehicles. Then
there was the crowd of almost 70,000 fans (a record for automotive events
at the site – and second in size to the Pope’s visit!) to accommodate among
the many great viewing locations around the track. To keep the crowd entertained
a myriad collection of displays, food vendors (including a McDonald’s),
vendor booths, and finally the spectacular “Porsche Experience” tent were
all fit into the multiple paddock areas. Our three-day pass ($75) entitled
us to access everywhere but the hot pits. All the event workers were exceedingly
polite and cordial.
On Saturday, we entered through the back gate, an interesting ride
through the ghost town like remains of Fort Ord, the large base that abuts
the racetrack. Chris Weber and John Sweeney were visualizing the neat mountain
bike opportunities as we traversed this seemingly endless entry road, but
reality set in when we saw signs warning of live ordinance remaining in
some areas. When we finally reached the parking area, we were directed
to the far side of a fog enshrouded hill (straight out of Withering Heights),
after which we hitched a tram ride to the back track gate. As it turned
out we were ideally located in proximity to our Saturday viewing location
at the famous “corkscrew” turn – probably one of the most famous racing
picture locations in the country.
Some random observations come to mind. First one well informed region
member speculated that there were more RS Spyders at the races than were
ever built by Porsche! In the future, if you go to these events, press
credentials will get you into the few places your regular pass will not!
The hospitality suites, while not on the level of pro racing, were none
the less impressive and a neat place to watch the action. The management
of the track was so well organized that they even had a trio of ATM machines
setup in the pits. The overall atmosphere was so “laid back California”
that famous people almost went unnoticed in the pits. Jay Leno was seen
in the pits alone, with no one hounding him for an autograph or picture!
Now some thoughts on the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. This is
a truly first class event, but surprisingly similar to our better concours
efforts. The only difference being the level of car preparation. The setting
is absolutely fantastic, on the coast at the 18th hole of the famous Pebble
Beach Golf Course – a definite must see, even if the $50 entry fee does
seem a bit much. The rumor is that this too will increase to cut the crowds
which this year was an estimated 18,000 soles. As at Laguna Seca, the logistics
were excellent. Parking was located a long the famous 17 mile drive, a
few bused miles from the concours site. The volunteers made sure everything
was orderly and well executed. If you do plan to go, and everyone should
at sometime, take the advice got from Concours veteran Jack Styles, go
early, real early! We arrived before 8:00 am and left while we could barely
see the cars. For those who arrived later, the site was a madhouse – why
go if you can’t see the cars!
Finally we attended the Concours D’Italiano at the Quail Lodge in Carmel.
Although that event is devoted to Italian cars (even though some mongrel
kit cars were in attendance), the scope of cars within the marques of Alfa,
Ferrari and Lamborgini was utterly phenomenal. I have never seen so many
and so perfect a collection of those brands. In addition there were as
many as 100 vendor and food tents circling the entire display field. Another
“Northern California” easygoing crowd was in attendance – very polite with
few hassles from the organizers.
Locally it’s time to think about elections – we’ll be electing our
1999 Board of Directors in November. The recommendations of our Nominating
Committee are detailed elsewhere in this publication. I encourage every
region member to vote when given the opportunity.
Next month I will review my picks in the autocross series (yes Dave
it does fill my allocated column space!) that I made last spring.