Part 4 - Race Day 2
We had a typical great Saturday night at the race track. Spank and his Dutch DAF were the star attraction of the night - watch the official Lemons recap video for the whole story. Suffice it to say there was a "red flag district" set up complete with giant plywood windmill and mattresses al fresco, to compliment the sweet potluck food & conversation. Spank himself had a very S&M getup that was disturbing enough to not be able to look away. We had fun chuckling at his silly car with its twin-CVT suspender drive system and admiring his dedication, and he had fun telling us how un-fun it is to be passed by a 300hp camper at ~70mph closing speed.
The choices we make in life.
The BMW tends to eat differentials, which is weird because the diff itself is welded. So maybe I should say it eats ring & pinion gears, and bearings. Because of this we are usually extra attentive to its health. For this race, without our box truck hauler we forgot to bring any good diff juice. A friendly team (with another 5.3 powered E36!) loaned us some. Here's what came out of our non-diff:
Anyhow, Sunday morning I was all set to drive the fast car for 2 hours after 4 hours of the slow car the previous day. A 2+ hour stint seems super easy on the face of it, after that. But the leisurely acceleration of the Opile (longitudinal and lateral) means that it really doesn't wear you out behind the wheel. It's a more relaxing experience. Strapped into the BMW with the pressure of P1 looming, it was a different story. I had a long double-yellow flag period near the beginning of my stint after which I started picking up the pace. I believe I dipped into P2 but came off the track back in P1 after my stint. No ills to speak of, except that our battery voltage dips down below 11V at the end of the straights, something I didn't really believe - so I watched the little voltage display just before the braking zone on the front straight. Whoops - 2 wheels off for inattentiveness. No harm no foul though, as they typically give us leeway and don't wave a black flag for 2 wheels. Buttonwillow dirt is super fine and silty and it was a blustery day, so my punishment was that everyone else got to see my mistake clearly by the presence of the huge dust cloud.
My wife Michele started the day off in the Opile. She killed it out there - kept it alive with no mechanical issues, maaaaybe one little black flag, but I give her credit for the effort. She got pushed off the track by a pack of fools coming through the bus stop, without any regard for what (or whom) was already ahead of them and occupying corner exit. She said she had just done the turn herself, being approached by a faster pack of cars (which is any pack of cars, really) then looked in the mirror and it was 2 or 3 wide and they were barelling towards her with nowhere to go so she took the car off track to the right side, and came back on with no spin or drama. I think it was black flag for 4 wheels off. Great job saving the car and herself from damage though.
Alex finished out the day in the Opile, driving his own car last. It was feeling tired by that point. His attitude on the radio at first seemed grim, but then there was a shift to "F it, I'm just gonna stay out here and keep turning laps." The car finished under its own power, although I think we ended up 3rd in Class C for the race, after some good battling with the Allante. They have a V8 and have to stop for fuel a lot more frequently; we have a tiny 1.1L and we also cream them in the corners. But their straight-line speed advantage was enough to put them in the lead for C. That's a former IOE car too and those guys drive it well.
Dan and then Nathan took over BMW driving duties after my stint. We did two very clean & fast pit stops. Refuel, driver change, swap the ice and the drinks bottle, go. We have gotten our stops down under 2 minutes after a decade of trying and lots of analysis through wife-shot iphone videos to learn where we're slow. It takes us about 10 seconds to dump 5 gallons of fuel into our self-designed funnel and filler neck, so the entire refueling process is less than 45 seconds from start to finish. The pacing item is always driver belts. Always. It is just slow & fiddly work to get the next guy strapped in securely, and it ends up taking the better part of a minute. I know, I know, this is a 2-day enduro for $500 cars, but this is what Lemons racing has become! Sub-2 minute pit stops are absolutely necessary if you want to win, or at least stay in the top 3 or 4.
Nathan held on to the lead all the way through a good deal of the final stint, we still had P1 - this was ours! But the fateful call came in over the radio "guys, there's a slapping sound from the front end under braking. It sounds bad." IGNORE IT! Our instructions were clear - drive the damn car into the ground but don't come into the pits with ~1 hour left when we're in the lead. So that's what he did. The radio calls turned into "hey, the car doesn't want to turn left anymore" to "OH! I blew a tire. Guys, front right tire is blown." Over the radio in the background we could hear the WHUP WHUP WHUP of the tire tread destroying bodywork. Nathan pulled in for our quickest tire change ever, but by that point the lead was gone. He had a minor mishap after that which cemented 4th place. Still a great time and we had much more success than I would've expected for running 2 cars simultaneously - in 2 different races, really - with a minimum of drama and a great team dynamic among friends the whole weekend. Maybe some other time!
This corner of the car got rearranged. Needs some attention now.
The Eyesore guys are our good friends, so it's always fun to be in the hunt with them. We can heckle each other's drivers on the radio because we all sit in a big circle of chairs in the paddock spot. Number 80 youmadbro? was the other 5.3L E36, on their first outing with that car - well done to those guys. We don't know Hella E36 M3ty very well but of course they kept us honest and deserved the win in their pink E30. For the purposes of the camper-themed BMW our team name is "The 70s Called and They Want Their RV Back."
The Eyesore Miata ran out of fuel IN THE HOT PITS pulling off the track after taking 3rd. Our friend Sara was driving, and Nathan graciously pushed her in with what was left of our car, through the welcoming party and applause of the other racers. An apt moment to end a great race.