Arrgh.........O.K., went to the track last weekend to make 2 passes to get my competition license. Well, it happend to be the Import Nationals weekend.
I thought, "Well, I know the folks on the site are always ragging about them but surely they aren't that bad".
Geeez was I wrong. I get down there about 5:30 P.M., most had left but there were still about 20 or so. These idiots, man, they would drive in the pits (where no one was thank goodness) about 50mph and then yank there damn emergency brakes and go sliding all over the concrete. As if this wasn't to the coolest thing
they would rev the little fart cans to about 6000 and dump the clutch and do it all over again. I don't know how many times they about hit each other.
The track opens back up at 8:00 p.m. so they can "show their stuff" to all the zit faced young wannabe Vin Diesels of tomorrow.
I can only take so many 16 and 17 second fart shooters, no more for me, I don't care if I ever see another one.
I pull up in my car and do my burnout. No kidding, these guys backed away from the fence like they were scared or something. Have they never seen (or heard) a real race car?
What's worse is I nearly put mine into the guardrail (no kidding) because all of their street tires lifted the the good rubber off of the track. Needless to say, I loaded up and went home. You all are right, I should have stayed home, my stomach is still churning from that whole ordeal.