nah, that's not the only picture from the second day of OneLap 2015. but, I've got to find a balance, though... between pictures and words; and time to come up the latter.
and hopefully avoid rhyming... otherwise y'all'll think I'm a mad hatter.
I've probably written about this elsewhere here on the forum, but 2015 was an eye opening OneLap for me... beyond just having things fall apart before our entry rolled onto the wet skidpad. That experience, was a huge set of learning lessons. But, it also afforded another huge set of learning lessons. 2015 was my 3rd attempt at OneLap... but despite being a LapDog, and having made great connections with a number of the 'central cast' that is OneLap. I dunno, I still felt... outside, having something to prove, trying to figure out if/how I fit into this crazy menagerie.
I've never owned a mustang, or have factory backing...
...nor the smooth effortless confidence of a Song...
So, it was quite interesting to end up with Ted, who was on his 9th(?) OneLap that year... and has roots into the post-Cannonball scene...
who is transit companions with the infamous Howard...
and the legendary Mike Hickman (frequently accompanied by Damon Josz)...
and the three of them get calls from Brock to go fix/help out other competitors... and finding them, even though they pull off on hard-to-find off-ramps...
I thought I knew about highway driving,
I thought I knew about transit driving at OneLap...
After all, I've driven in excess of 30,000miles on the Autobahn. Nope. Ted, Howard, Mark, Mike, and Damon taught me about flow. A whole 'nother way of driving on the highway... at speed. I immensely grateful to have gotten two stints behind the wheel of this 911 for ~4 hours over the two days.
I'll never forget... well, sortof (after all, I do forget if it was this day, or the day before)... stopping for dinner, the other 5 discussing their route for the next bit... and the decision about which way to go at a highway junction. Then I was slotted in behind the wheel, told to make my shifts slow... so the linkage didn't get jammed up. Keeping up, and driving by the tach and the mph readout on Waze, 'cause the speedometer couldn't been seen behind the wheel.
And then, we came to the junction. Mike was in the left lane, and Mark had Howar'd 'vette setting up to take the agreed upon exit.
sleepyhead: "uh, I think Mike's going the wrong way."
ted: "he's an adult, he'll find his own way"
sleepyhead: "what do you want me to do?"
ted: "follow Mark."
I should mention, at this point, that I wasn't in the exit lane. I was in the right lane, in case I needed to follow the Camaro.... there were no longer strips to indicate getting over for the exit. I'd already downshifted, and engine braked to give me more time to figure out what we were doing. I dabbed some brake, turned in for the exit and got on the gas to settle rear and made one sweeping turn from the right lane into the curve of the exit ramp.
17 years behind the wheel, and 6 years of performance driving, paid off in that moment. It was.... the kind of essence of driving that rings in your heart like a bell, forever after, and all you have to do is reach back and pluck that memory string to feel it again.
Once we were tucked in behind the 'vette again, I corrected myself. "I should have said, 'they're going separate ways. Who do you want me to follow?'"
Ted took over sometime after that, and got to charge down the two lane out to Highplains Raceway.