The drive down was unusually pretty, but there wasn't really much extra time to stop and take selfies with the sunset. However, if I'm driving past it during the daylight or close to it, I always stop at this one scenic viewpoint on 97 right past Wenatchee, because it only takes a moment or two and if I don't have a moment to look at this view then my life has gone completely wrong and I really don't deserve to look at anything.
It was too dark to get a good picture of the scenery, but luckily I brought my own.
Adorable. The Cascade mountain range is puny in comparison to the mighty GTC300.
Everything seemed to be holding up fine, and the car managed to turn in almost 30 mpg as the air temperatures dropped into the 40s through the mountains.
Got into the Dalles, didn't actually even open the hood of the car, scavenged some sandwiches from the gas station and went to bed. Woke up earlier than any living thing should have to on a weekend (why is autocross so early?!?), drove across the river to the event site, tried unsuccessfully to combine eating breakfast with a wheel change, unloaded the car, and pulled up to tech as the drivers meeting was starting. Ugh, have to find a tech person and bribe them. Except we were supposed to self-tech at this event, which I would know if I spent more time on Facebook. So, I scrambled to check my own vehicle. Luckily it gets looked over by multiple people almost every weekend, so I checked the things that could have changed and made sure the lugs were torqued, and tried to find out what run group I was in. Apparently I was running first, and since it was tied to a work assignment, there was no easy way to finesse, beg, or barter my way into the second run group. I'd spent all the time I had working on the car and hadn't walked the course once, but had arrived in time to hear a stern lecture about the course walk being mandatory because they didn't want people getting lost on course and wasting everyone's time. Uh oh. I'm usually only happy when I have walked the course three or four times, and I'd never actually started an event without at least a cursory course walk.
I had to grid up one way or another.
There were five or six cars in front of me. I knew I could watch at least the first couple of cars run the course before I have to run to my car and belt in, I mean, fumble frantically with the harness while the grid enforcer looks at me with a disappointed face. I tried to memorize the basic layout of the course. Start into a fast slalom section, left into a crossover that feeds you all the way across the course, high speed sweeper right into another crossover, execute an arc at the turnaround using the full width of the runway, back through the crossover, sweeper right again, back through the FIRST crossover, another slalom section before the finish, one of those really annoying box things (yeah my autocross jargon is strong), and then on to the timing beam. At least that's what I think I see them doing.
It doesn't matter, it was time to run. Wisely, I had added a bunch of value to all the cells of the boost control duty table in the powerband, overnight. I tell myself I can just go slow and look around for the course. That's possible, right? Is it possible?
I don't have video of my first run, because I left the camera off. I expected things to go poorly and wanted to avoid any evidence of my autocross etiquette failure.
I was wrong! Things did not go poorly. The course was just really well designed, with two lower speed sections and a high speed section, and a minimum number of cones. Simple, but effective. I was only really flustered by the evil box o' cones thing at the end. I get there at speed and it looks like just... a box of cones. There's no apparent way in or out, it doesn't seem like the car will fit through any of the gaps. Whatever! I just drive at it and shoot for the largest gap I can see. Miraculously, the car finds a way through and the only thing I have left is trying to bring the car to a halt from full speed in the stop box on cold tires. That turns out to be the hardest part. I manage not to lock up, and I get a time slip with 45 seconds on it, and maybe a cone? I don't care about any of that, I didn't get lost, and the car is running perfectly.
Over the next 17 runs I raised the redline from 6500 to 7000 rpm (good for over a second) and figured out that the high speed corners could be taken mostly flat, which is good for about another second. I also turned up the boost a little.
In the afternoon we were running consistent times of almost exactly 38 seconds. Bouncing off the rev limiter was not helping, but I didn't want to raise it any further. That poor little motor needs to get home to the city after exceeding design specifications over and over and over. Top time of the day can go to a car that will go home on a trailer. That said, the Elises could easily have driven there and I couldn't quite catch them on Sunday.
Sorry, just raw footage for now.
The car is faster than ever. Needs an alignment, I know at least one cam moved at Maryhill, primarily because my steering wasn't straight after the last run there. Maybe I should make that a priority. It would be easier to drive, there's actually toe in right now and steering effort is... high.
Whatever, car is working, made the 500 mile round trip without missing a beat. Oh, and the little piece of metal that ate up my Saturday? I don't know why I even bothered checking on it.
Doesn't look any different than when I put it on the car. Ok. I think I can move on to other things, like making a heat shield for it that looks... less completely terrible. And sorting out the controller. And, then I can start on the rest of the car, because pretty much nothing has been done.