Well. My sex life. *ahem* Anyway.
While some of the members of Team Porcubimmer NorCal were busy accumulating hose clamps and Get Out Of Jail Free cards at the Lemons Scavenger Hunt, Scott, Vince, and myself were off to the friendly confines of Qualcomm Stadium(’s parking lot) to shake down the car. Again. For real this time. With less breaking shit.
I figured I would go first, this way if the car broke again we could blame the guy who thinks “driving stick” means his 3 wood. I strapped on my helmet behind the wheel of an actual car for the first time in seven years, recited the racer’s prayer (”Dear lord, please don’t let me fuck up”), and gridded up.

And took the green…

…and damn if it didn’t go like a guy in a leather jacket with his butt on fire. After my runs were done, Scott asked if I was shifting a lot, since he said it sounded like I was. I was a bit confused, since I left it in 3rd for the whole course, since it’s more than torquey enough. I said it was wheelspin and that I had been feathering the throttle a lot to keep from scorching the tires off of it. Scott wasn’t entirely convinced based on my (rather limited) experience driving stick that it wasn’t clutch slip I was feeling/he was hearing. Until…

…he went out on his own runs and proceeded to unleash a rolling burnout that would put John Force to shame. We were all a bit curious as to why it was lighting up the tires so hard. They only had about 80 laps on them at Altamont and hadn’t really been heat cycled that much, so they couldn’t have been completely dead already. Scott started wondering if our limited slip differential had become simply a slip differential, so we vowed to watch closely as Vince strapped in for his runs…

…and we looked on as he too flung the most ridiculous car the local SCCA chapter has ever seen around some pointy orange things…

…and upon close inspection determined that, in fact, only the inside rear wheel was spinning. Interesting. We’ll have to do a bit more investigating into this.
Overall, however, it was a fantastic day. The car ran like a champ, it handles beautifully, Vince and I got our first shot behind the wheel of the thing, and apart from our weird rear end problem (err… the CAR’S weird rear end problem, OUR rear end problems came from the breakfast burritos) the car is mechanically set for Thunderhill. And we all had insane amounts of fun. This car is so. Much. Fun. To. Drive.
What’s that? Laptimes? Well. I’ll put it this way: Scott is, in fact, the Stig’s fat cousin; Vince did an awesome job for his first ever Solo II; and I… proved why I’m a mechanic and not driving at Thunderhill. The sun was in my eyes and I had to pee. /ricer excuses
I also need to take a brief moment to thank Dynotech Motorsports for all their help with our flywheel issue, they were an incredible resource. Also, I need to welcome aboard our newest sponsor, bimmerfest.com. Thanks to both of these organizations!
Stay tuned, Porcufans. We’ve only got 19 more days and a little bit of work left to do. Next weekend brings the new decorations and tidying up some odds and ends.
-AJ