GRM Challenge 2019 Dynamic Events
After getting up early for the usual breakfast table automotive bullE36 M3ting, I headed to the track and unloaded Betsy, parking between Bob(zilla)'s Hyundai and Brian (Indyguy)'s Jag, as well as near the high school V6 MR2 of Michael (fladiver) and Blackfin Racing.
Figuring that hotter temperatures weren't going to help Betsy go fast, I got on course as soon as it opened and did a run, set the tire pressures, and handed the keys ver to Danny Shields to lay down a fast time. He got a 51.1x and seemed pretty impressed with how well Betsy handles- I believe the exact words were "this is a great little truck."
Then I did my remaining runs, getting closer to Danny's time but unable to improve on it. Out of runs, I parked Betsy and set about trying to help with various other vehicles including the AMC, both first and second generation MR2s, the NX2000, and at some point also lost my drumset- it turned out that Pete was so excited to have his new van that he couldn't wait to fill it with music gear, and saved me the trouble of moving it myself.
When fun runs opened, I did a run in the NX2000 (pretty fun) and two in the Camaro (extremely fun, especially when driven for "more sideways" instead of "better time"). Then Pete and I went and set up our music gear partway down the drag strip for later before having some dinner under the pavilion with the other competitiors.
The first person down the drag strip was Don Garlits in a Hellcat Redeye. The second was Calvin Nelson in a Sunbird. Calvin was faster- it was a beautiful thing to behold. I lined up shortly after and managed a 17.8x with Betsy:
Knowing I had pulled off several faster runs in testing, I went back a few times, including one absurd pass next to the Sunbird which had me convinced I was moving backwards for a moment, but couldn't even break 18 again despite some of the best launches I've ever managed- Besty just didn't have any more to give in the muggy, humid Florida air I guess, although we weren't the slowest so that felt like an accomplishment. Pete and I played music until the track shut the lights off on us, at one point being given money by a spectator and later joined by David Wallens on guitar as well.
After being kicked out of the track we all headed back to the hotel, hung out at Stampie's parking lot bar again, and I eventually went to bed around 2am when I realized that I had been left alone with the Hongs and was no longer safe.