LOCATION: Grand Prix Trois-Rivieres.
FORECAST: Severe t-storms (which never came – so instead, sunshine 🙂 )
MOOD: Somber yet humble
Coming out of a race weekend is usually a fantastic feeling.
We went out there, we gave it our all, we had some crazy moments.
This GP3R weekend would not have been one of those weekends. And it is not because we didn’t go out there and give it our all – we definitely did. It was purely because my #18 didn’t feel like working for me.
Maybe he was tired. Who knows.
So, we had some failures. My car is a 2005 remember. It is also built from a street car. Not factory built, no stock performance parts – it is a 2005 base Carrera that we use and use and use; over and over again. It really has held its own if you look at what we have done with it to this point. Countless races – specifically long endurance races, testing, hot laps. I have put it through a lot.
My disappointment from this weekend doesn’t come from the failure that we experienced, but more so for the vitality of my team. They have always given me the perfect car – the perfect set up – the finely maintained clutch, brakes, engine. They are the stars of Motorsport. But this weekend we had issues out of our control or power to fix, and we couldn’t finish any of our races.
Let me repeat, we started three races and finished zero.
‘That is racing’ they say.
I second that. Fully.
We go into race weekends with the highest of hopes, the most spectacular perception on what the outcome of the weekend will look like; with the best intentions and dedication. However, I can tell you from experience, you will always, always, have weekends that you will run into some type of issue. That is this sport. And that is ok. We are well aware.
The trick is to keep yourself focused when something does go wrong. Keep yourself hopeful and thankful and cheery. You are at the races, of course!
When you are a driver and the vehicle that you are driving doesn’t happen to work, it takes away your title from right out of your hands.
You can’t be a driver without a machine. Simple.
What was better for me was that I did have something to drive, however this vehicle I drove and didn’t last long. It would give me twenty-five minutes in race one, ten minutes in race two.. twelve in race three.
So we tried and tried. On three different occasions we were fixing my car – bleeding the lines, changing fluids, taking parts off of a friends street Cayman that was parked at the event in the parking lot.. (lol yep) but no luck. And for me, knowing that the inevitable was coming each race.. knowing that my car would fail again, made me reluctant to put 110% of my driving into my car.
It’s a scary feeling pushing your car fully, knowing that something in there is broken. Especially on a track with one million concrete walls. One million. (yes, an exaggeration – but really – a lot of concrete walls)
Either way, we made it through unscathed.
It was amazing to be back at this famous race weekend. The track has seen some fantastic talent over the 50 years it has been the Grand Prix. And the fans there are just impeccable – so passionate and in love with the sport. That is great to see.
Now we just have to get the car in working order. Stay tuned..