Well, Mr. Whitmire finished on the podium yet again, earning his second first-place National Tour trophy in less than a month. He won by some ungodly amount: 6 seconds?
I titled these next two pictures, "How James Spent His Saturday or: How James Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cone"
A certain FP 280Z driver could not make the dance, so his would-be co-driver, a carrot top out of scenic Utica, MS took a seat in the M3.
Here I am hitting the three wheel motion in a tricky little section.
You may wonder why we have different wheels on the back than I do on the front. After Lance's first run the right rear tire was leaking air quickly. A quick change to my regular old tires allowed us to get the rest of our runs in, but I was half a second off the pace and Lance even more so. On Sunday we had the tire plugged, but I couldn't quite put it together to make up the difference, and I ended up in second place, three tenths back. Lance rattled off the class' quickest time on Sunday, but he ended up about a tenth of a second out of the third place trophy spot.
Oh yes, while I do drive on Yokohamas for the time being, there was a Bridgestone rep on hand to answer your questions about rubber compounds and tread patterns. I didn't ask any of those questions, but I have a strange urge to buy some RE-01Rs.
Mississippi Region #83 SS / #97 STU