So I took my first podium in a car fully build and prepped by me while literally flying the irate flag.
on lap one we heard we were 3 seconds off the fastest car. Our coms only work for a half mile so we have a small window to talk to the wife and kids. While heading out of range a correction came in, 57 seconds off the lead. It was disheartening. We were in 6th at this point. We decided to keep the pace, let attrition do it’s thing and see where we fell. My laps were seconds apart, so I found consistency. The back up camera died.
lap 2 we lost the pumper, then our ability to radio out.
End of Lap 3 of 4 the co dog says we are 4th and refuses to tell me how many seconds back we were. Then the siren died.
begining of lap 4 our intercoms died. The only thing working was the radiator fan. So with his ability to slow me down neutralizes, I laid it to the floor. Our last lap was a full minute faster than laps 1-3 and put us on the podium. 28 seconds behind second place. I had found the winning pace and will not forget it.
the suspension was unreal. Hitting 14” holes at 55mph on one side with out upsetting the car. Taking 10” rocks and I never felt them. I had more traction than I’ve ever felt going those speeds. I ripped gashes in 2 tires you can stick 3 fingers in and I never knew because the tire balls.
the car appears fine after ridiculous abuse. I’m not sore like I used to get. I know what it takes to move up the podium, let’s see how it goes next race.
that’s was fun as hell and by 5pm I was surfing with the family behind “Still Off-Road” on the lake.