Chapter 22: Race day details
August 26th, 2008I won’t bore you with a blow by blow of the entire race as that would take longer to write than the race was. I’ll just bore you with some of the more notable events as I remember them, probably not in correct chronological order but we were operating in a sleep deprived mode so it is all pretty much a blur. First task was to get everything unloaded and then get the car over to tech.
A shot of our motley crew just after getting the car off the trailer
Prepping our car for tech and one of the other Milano’s in the pits before the race,
not sure why they all have their helmets on already!
After getting everything set up we went over to tech and got though everything with the exception of the way we had our seat belt harness attached. They told us what to do to fix it so we did that (after much head scratching and trial and error but Brian finally got it). Anyway, we got back in line and quickly passed tech after that.
Lon is happy we just passed tech
Next we needed to get by the BS judges… These guys would look over the car and try to determine if it really was a $500 (or less) car and doc you laps if they didn’t believe you. They really weren’t liking the idea that we could get a Verde for less than $500 and they didn’t like my spreadsheet of expenses, “I could make one of those easily” says Jay, so I ruffle the pile of receipts and hold fast. He goes and looks under the transaxle and mumbles something about us not doing anything to it (we weren’t sure what we didn’t do) so it must be under $500 and we squeaked by without getting docked any laps. One of the other Milano teams was docked 3 laps for some minor bs’ing, the worst was the “Chard Beef” team that was docked 100 laps! We had brought some Italian beer for bribes but made the rookie LeMons racer mistake of bribing the tech guys instead of the BS judges, that won’t happen next time!!!
The Miata going through the BS judge scrutiny (we were next in line)
I was the first driver out for the race which started under a fairly long (10-15) minute yellow flag (no passing) so we could get used to the course. Once the green flag finally dropped it was hammer down! This was my first experience with wheel to wheel racing so I was a little nervous, but less so than if it had been my normal track car (summer daily driver Verde)! Things went pretty smoothly for most of my first stint as I was trying to play it safe and conservative.
Me suited up and getting ready to go, Lon and Tom taking it easy (sitting in for Greg?)
Waiting in line to get out onto the track for the first run
We had walkie talkies in the car with an ear piece with a push to talk button on them that we wore under our helmets. This allowed us to have a spotter say when the flags changed so we didn’t get penalized (nasty things in this race!) for passing under yellow when we didn’t know. Also used it to allow the drivers to say when they were coming in so the pit crew and new driver were ready. For the first couple sessions they were working fine.
By the time I got the ten minute warning from Greg I was feeling quite comfortable and lap times went down (at least I think so, no way to check) unfortunately the red mist started to descend and I didn’t catch myself… Was right behind our friends in the Jag and wanted to pass them before pulling in so stupidly tried to pass on the fastest part of the track on the inside and found out the hard way that we had way more brakes than tires by locking up the wheels as the Jag cut down in front of me for the chicane. I smacked into the left rear quarter of the Jag and then bounced off right into a cone! I proceeded directly off the track into the penalty box to await my doom. Turns out they hadn’t seen the hit (and the Jag driver didn’t even notice that I hit him either!) so they asked me why I hit the cone and I did a little fast talking and got off with just a 5 minute penalty (phew! they were being a little easy on the first offense too), most of the time during the race when a cone was hit it was a 30 minute penalty and with roughly 35-40 second lap times that adds up to falling behind by a LOT of laps! I learned my lesson on that one and backed off on the risky passes for the rest of the race.
They allowed us to do our driver change while in the penalty box so Lon hopped in and took off as soon as our time was up. Not good…first driver and already one penalty! So much for showing our team members with less track time how it is done, I felt ashamed (but not too bad though, how many times do you get to smack a Jag and not have to pull out the insurance!!). As the Jag pulled in for their driver switch I looked and it didn’t even have a mark, we had a nice dent in our right front quarter panel though. Told him I was sorry about hitting him and he said “You hit me?”, guess that’s what almost 5000 lbs will do for you :-).
Lon was doing very well and having a good run and after a while called in to say that something felt funny so he was coming in. When he got in he said it was a bad vibration so we figured it was the broken right front fender piece from my altercation with the Jag so we taped it up with duct tape and told him to go back out. As he was backing out of the paddock we noticed that the right front wheel looked like it was severely bent, wobbling really badly. As we yelled for a new wheel we looked a little more closely and then kicked ourselves for being so stupid. None of us had checked the lug nut torque since we had last put the wheels on in the barn, three of the lug nuts were within a couple threads of falling off and the other two were on their way! Needless to say, we weren’t going to make that rookie mistake again as we made sure it was someones only job at each stop to make sure they were still torqued down. Lon went back out and commented how much better the car felt now
(he’s a BMW guy after all) and finished his run without any other issues.
Next up was Tom, this was going to be his second ever time on a track (lot’s of AutoX experience though) so we all counseled him to just take things easy and go for a clean run. He settled in nicely and did really well! Nice clean run with no mishaps, we could ask for no more. He did surprise us a little bit by coming in 10-15 minutes early so we all went scrambling down from the stands and to the paddock at a dead run! He did the smart thing and just came in when he felt he was too tired to drive anymore rather than try and stick it out and hit a cone or worse. He just about fell out of the car as he was getting out!
When he came in it was time for our anchor man, Brian. He went ripping out onto the course and put in a good show and clean run. Having the most track and racing experience of us all he came off the track much less tired that the rest of us!
While Brian was just driving onto the track for his first run, the previous owner of the car showed up and just happened to be near Andy and Lon when he saw it and excitedly shouted that that was his old car going onto the track! He asked Lon (not knowing that he was one of the drivers of the car) where I was and they sent him over. I saw him walking up and it took me a second to place him but then it came to me. We hadn’t told him what we were planning to do with the car as he had clearly been quite attached to it when Brian and I picked it up in January. He had found the blog and saw all the pictures of the hidden rust that we found and understood that it probably couldn’t have been saved (for a street legal car) without a lot of $’s. He didn’t look happy but he didn’t pummel me with a tire iron either! Sorry George! But it sure does make a kick ass race car!
All of our second runs for the day were much more relaxed as we now knew the track and who to avoid and who to dice with. Towards the end of these runs the fuel system started acting up a little. Anytime the car got below 3000 RPMs it would backfire, cough, and stutter until we were able to get it up over 3K again, then it would take off with good acceleration again. Thinking this might be a fuel pump problem Brian and I had both tried turning on the spare fuel pump but that only seemed to make it worse. Brian found that feathering the throttle would keep it from happening but at the price of the needed acceleration. The only point on the track where this was an issue was in the chicane just before the short straight. For most of the race so far we had been able to out drag almost all the other cars (except the other Milano’s!) on this short stretch because we knew we could go into the sharp turn at the end of it much faster than they could so didn’t have to worry about scrubbing speed before the turn. This fuel problem caused us to lose all our low end acceleration right at the biggest choke point on the track which put us in danger of having the pack converge around us right before the turn, not good! We decided to run out the day with this issue rather than waste a lot of time in the pits trying to diagnose it and figured we’d fix it Sunday morning before the race started up again.
During Lon’s second run of the day he started having some of the red mist descend since his first session had been clean and ended up trading some paint with the yellow Jetta at the sharp turn after the chicane. He managed to avoid the black flag for that transgression so was able to continue racking up the laps. Now we had a dent from a Jag and paint from a Jetta on the right front quarter, what next? Well I’ll tell you…ketchup on the other side! His red mist didn’t clear fast enough and he ended up taking out one of the cones on which they had hung fishnet stockings with packets of mustard and ketchup in them to help spot the hitter! Somehow he managed to slip by yet again unnoticed! The flagger was frantically looking at the pack of cars going by to try and figure out who hit it but I guess Lon got lucky in that he didn’t get any yellow mustard on our black paint and they couldn’t see the ketchup.
About half way through my last run of the day I noticed that the temperature had spiked all the way up to 250 and that the temp light was flashing. This has happened on my other Verde occasionally on the track so I just turned on the heat and cranked up the fan all the way and kept an eye on it for 3-4 more laps. Usually on my Verde I will see an almost immediate drop in temp but on this one the light kept flashing and the gauge kept pointing due north. I called it in on the radio and headed back towards the paddock, as I was driving through the paddock area the temp finally started dropping and had gotten down to about 190 by the time I shut off the car. The guys added some more water to the overflow tank but it didn’t appear to be very low. I went back out on the track and soon called in that the temp was back up to max but the light was not back on. I decided to watch it for another lap or two then make a call…at the end of the second lap I noticed that in my nervousness this time I had been looking at the fuel gauge instead of the temp! I called back in and sheepishly admitted my mistake. None of them believe me that I was looking at the temp gauge the first time now…but I know I was looking at the temp gauge the first time as I’ve been through this multiple times before! Also I know I was watching the gauge drop while coming into the paddock. Anyway, they can believe what they want (more on the gauge later). After that the car continued to run well right at the normal temp, I have no clue what was going on! Turned out to be an apparently unnecessary pit stop but better safe that sorry.
A nice shot of the three amici towards the end of day 1
By the end of the first day we had crept up the ranks and were sitting in fourth place. We were quite excited as we hadn’t expected anything even close. The 5th place team was only a couple laps behind us but the sixth place team was on the order of 80 or so laps farther back. We decided we’d be more than happy with a top 5 finish (the 5th place team had been steadily getting closer all day so we assumed they pass us on the second day), but if we could keep 4th that would be great. We were a good 40 or so laps out of third so didn’t expect to be able to make that up without something major happening (
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At dinner late Saturday night we all agreed again that all we needed to do was to run a clean race and we should easily take 4th or 5th. As we broke for the night we split up morning duties, Lon, Tom, and Greg would fill up the fuel jugs and get us some more drinking water while Brian and I headed off to the track to turn in our People’s Curse vote and to try and sort out the fuel issue with the car.
The next morning when Brian and I got to the track I immediately set to work on the car. I had thought that the problem might be that the cold start injector was just not turning off or that it was leaking theorizing that we were running way too rich. First think I noticed is that the cold start injector electrical connection was already unplugged so it couldn’t be firing so I hooked up a fuel pressure tester to see if it was leaking and it wasn’t. While watching the fuel pressure we were also able to determine that the return line was not blocked as it never shot through the roof. We found that the fuel hose going to the pressure regulator looked a little dicey so while Michael (one of our pit techs shared with the other Alfa teams) replaced it I set to work cleaning some of the grounds again. We futzed around with a few other things but didn’t find any smoking guns so we buttoned everything up and hoped for the best.
Before the festivities started for the day we parked all the Milano’s next to each other for a group shot.
The three Milano’s and their teams!
Next up was the People’s Curse where they usually crush one of the cars or at least beat the snot out of it. Jay explained that they wanted to do things a little differently this time. The chosen car would be run at full throttle with the oil filler cap off and the other team captains would be able to put in whatever they wanted as long as it fit through the funnel…
Jay explaining how the People’s Curse would be dealt with
He then told us to run back to our paddock areas and get what we wanted to put in and stuff would keep going in until the engine stopped. We went running back and spent too much time trying to decide between crushed tortilla chips, mayo, mustard, or chunky salsa. We finally picked the salsa and rushed back only to find that it was already over! I think some ball bearings, sand, and other goodies went it. Didn’t manage to get any pictures, but I think there are some floating around some of the other sites.
After that was over it was time for Tom to suit up and head out as our first driver for the day. We had decided to go with longer 1.25 hour stints this time to cut down on the number of driver changes and also to refuel a couple gallons at every pit in so we could quicken the driver change as it was a lot closer to the track entrance than our paddock spot.
Tom headed out and we all went to the stands and had just sat down to watch the race when we got a frantic call from Tom saying that the engine had stopped and he couldn’t get it started again. I figured it might be the cold start injector plug not being connected (for why he couldn’t start it, not why it stopped) so as the tow truck was pushing him around the track and into the paddock area we were running like wild men down to the car. We caught up to him and got the hood up, I reconnected the CSI plug and told him to try it and all we heard was a zap zap zap which I immediately knew was the coil cable, well it had fallen out of the coil! I jammed it back in, slammed the hood shut and told Tom to fire it up. It roared back to life and we sent him back on his way, total elapsed time, from when he left the track…less than one minute. They had just put out the green flag (started on yellow again) when he was pulling back onto the track. We felt like a NASCAR pit crew! The rest of Tom’s run was uneventful and he racked up the laps nicely.

Getting a little help off the track due to a coil wire that fell out
I was up next and we made a really quick driver change (we were starting to get the hang of that). Actually I haven’t mentioned to this point that the fastest way to change drivers was actually through the passenger side of the car as the double bar on the driver side cage made it to tight of a fit with the suite and helmet on. As I rolled out into the track I checked the temp gauge and noticed that the stupid thing was now reading zero! I checked it again every few laps and it didn’t move and the car continued to run fine so decided the heck with it and kept going. I didn’t call it in as I knew it would only get me more grief from my teammates! The rest of my run went well and I even managed to pass the leading cars once each, I’m sure they had their slow drivers in but I’ll take what I can get!
Next up was Lon, we did another quick driver change and refuel and he was off. I guess he hadn’t quite learned his lesson the previous day as the red mist hadn’t quite cleared because after a while he was black flagged for touching the dirt with the tires too many times and brought in for a penalty. We went running over to see what was up and he managed to sweet talk his way into a very short delay and was soon off and running again. Phew! The rest of his run was incident free and he made some nice passes and kept our standings firm. We had learned sometime during my or his run that the 5th place team that had been catching us had dropped out with stripped splines on their spindles so we were assured 4th if we just didn’t screw up and the car didn’t break. I asked him about the temp gauge while he was running and the stupid thing was working fine again! Messing with my mind!
Later on we learned that the second place team had also dropped out with something broken and as soon as we caught up to their number of banked laps we rolled into third place! The next closest team was a pile of laps behind us so all we had to do was keep clean and rolling and we’d take third.
Brian was up next and was going to be ultra conservative to keep our standing. As with the previous driver changes we did this in the fueling area and put in some extra fuel. We asked him to turn the key to the on position to check the level to make sure we had enough before he took off but he was too excited and said “I’m good” without checking and took off. Normally we had someone suited up in their Nomex driving suit anytime someone was due to come off as the refueler had to wear fire protection. Since this was the last run of the race we all unsuited and went into the stands to watch. He was doing very well and keeping to his promise and letting some other cars go by so as to keep out of trouble. About 40 minutes into his run he started yelling something incomprehensible into the radio. We asked him to stop yelling and try again and we heard the dreaded “fuel! fuel! fuel!”! We ran as fast as we could all the way back to our paddock and I crammed myself into my suit and jammed my driving shoes on (didn’t bother to lace them up) and ran back to the refueling area. We dumped in a couple more gallons and got him back out within one minute, we really were starting to feel like a NASCAR pit crew!
He got back out and into the fray. For the last 15 or so minutes of the race the flaggers actually took out the blue flags with yellow stripes for the first time (to tell drivers to let a faster car pass them) and was only used for the top three cars in the rankings. The only problem is that I think quite a number of the drivers didn’t have a clue what it meant or were oblivious! Anyway, Brian finished the race clean and we came in third. Pretty darn good as our goal had been to just finish the race! The other two Alfa teams had been slowly climbing the rankings and finished 5th and 6th so we had 50% of the top six cars being Alfa Milano’s! What a race. We are definitely doing this again next year if they come back!

Brian crossing the finish line in 3rd place!

Here we are getting our “Least Chance of Winning”award…to an Italian car? C’mon!