There was a lot of anticipation over the car running right, and I am pretty sure Tim was taking most of the stress of the group to ensure everything went well. We arrived

at BeaveRun with enough time to give the car a once over before having to head up to the mandatory drivers meeting. The drivers meeting lead directly into an Instruction Class for groups one and two, and we were in group 2 and stuck around for the duration. The class was informative, but they should consider the fact that we can all see the track while sitting there paying attention. It certainly became a distraction for most and most people saw the GT3 spin out from the instructors group, while were sitting in class.
We all had the same instructor in the same group, so we were thinly spread out through the day to get seat time. We had Evaluation Forms for the instructors to fill out giving us score points in Braking, Driving Line, Shifting Points, Steering, and relevant speed.
9:45 – Tim took the first session out with the car and survived without incident. He came back after a long talk

with the instructor and reported that the car felt great, but was knocking like crazy, keeping him off the throttle. Tim scored some 7’s and 8’s for the Instructional mark, which is pretty good having a car he can’t actually get on the throttle with and being the first time on the track. I had fastened the GoPro video camera on the top of the car before the session and started recording. It came back with the camera off, and come to find out we had 20 seconds of video before the battery went dead.
11:15 – Without having a tuning bone in our body, we adjusted some fuel ratios and set the car up for Mike, while he sat through the instruction class like a trooper. I put fresh batteries in the camera and let Mike take the run out, while I went with

Tim up onto the nearest viewing station. I heard Tim sigh a little after a couple laps of Mike running the car, relaxing from the tension of somebody else driving the car. Mike came back and reported the car was still knocking like crazy. He had a series of 5’s and 6’s on the sheet, which is not bad since it was the first time Mike had ever driven the car, on or off the track.
12:00 – We decided we needed some fuel, for both the team and the car, so headed down to the subway down the road to grab sandwiches. While we were there, we had a good surprise as my great friend Ben had driven over from Ohio to help us out for the day. The track was about an hour from his house, and seeing him again was a great relief for my own stress. We started talking about the knock, and realized we were running too much boost, without having the water injection in place yet.
12:45 – Ben and I split off and went back up to the track while Mike and Tim went to set the boost and get the car fueled. Ben and I were walking around the main pavilion when we spotted the car, lining up to run around the auto-cross section the track had setup in another section of the fairgrounds. Before we could hustle over there to intervene with this maneuver, we saw the car take the pole, and launch off into a nice tight autocross course. The car sounded great, and I could see Tim sliding nicely around the main pivot turn they had designed into the course. He pulled up giggling like a school girl, until I told him i missed taking pictures of them running the car, because “all of my camera gear was in the trunk!”
13:25 – Needless to say the car was running strong before I got to take it out on the track, so I had a slight advantage. I took some laps with instructor and being the good student followed his guides as much as possible. It worked out to my benefit, because he was throwing hand signals up for corrections and my goal was to get that hand out of my face so I could see what I was doing. The track is SHORT. There is one area to focus on, and one area that sucks, and everything else in between is a drag race. They have a nice combo of turns going through turns 1 through 6, but the rest of the track is pretty mind numbing. The car handles perfect, but it is definitely not the car I used to own. I need to get used to using the suspension travel and identifying where the power band is to really apply pre-apex throttle. Luckily however the car is a blast to drive, and I had enough power not to pull back too much. That being said, it still needs that new turbo and the water injection to turn it from respectable to competitive, but Tim has done a great job making it turn. Near the last laps of my run I get the dreaded Black Flag on the backstretch and pull into the pits to find that they think our hood is unlatched. The supporting brace we had tacked into place to strengthen the hood latch was fatiguing from the wind, and it would need to be attended to. It also marked the end of my run, as I saw the checkered fly from the Black Flag station. I asked the instructor if I could drive around the parking lot for a minute too cool things down, while he signed over my score card. I had immediate gratification in receiving a 9,8,8,9,9 score from the instructor, at least knowing I had secured NOT buying the first beer of the night. I grabbed some extra tips about the track from the instructor, who was a local on the track and has driven it since the first day. Always useful to hear from the guys who know the groves in the pavement, and we should all feel pretty comfortable on the track when we come back in May.
14:55 – Tim is up for his second round, now having a little power in the car. Ben and I get up to the observation area after a lap or two, and I decide I will time his
lap. I start the clock as he passes the start finish, and start talking about something with Ben, when Mike comes up the stairs say “did Timmy just go off-track?”. Sure enough, off in the distance we could see a bright Galant VR4 off in the grass driving around. We all sighed at his point, as it was Tim to be the one to go off track, and prepared cameras for his drive of shame back

to the Black Flag station. We later found Tim snapping shots of the car with the mud on the back, as if he had a new trophy.
After Tim’s run we ran into a slight problem, as we opened the hood to find that we couldn’t get it to close again. The fatigue on the latch had softened it enough to not give it the stiffness it needed to fight the pressure of the hood coming down. While Mike sat in the car ready for his last run, we ripped the front grill off, pressed the latch into place and cut up some of Ben’s donated extension cord to get some strong wires as a safety cable to keep the hood down in case the latch actually did let go. Mike headed out on track a little late, but came back smiling, after actually getting to run the car with some power.
That marked the end of a long day for us and we were looking forward to the dinner spread that BeaveRun had setup for everybody attending at 6pm. However, given the state of our hood, we opted to ensure we were technically sound to run in the morning by heading back to Cranberry (20 miles away) to get some hood pins and a drill from Pep Boys. We found a 20 dollar cordless drill at Walmart and headed over for beer and food while we plugged it in to charge.
We owe a huge thanks to Ben for insisting to buy us dinner, and supplying not only the clear headed sanity to keep us thinking but his donated extension cord to make us safe.