Describe an experience of racing of any kind...

[carfanatic45]

This is for all you good descriptive writers out there, what you have to do is describe an experience you have had with racing of any kind in detail. It can be a race you attended or one you participated in. You even can tell a go-kart experience if you want. I'll start.......
I went to an indoor go-kart track in NC called the PIT. It was the first time I had driven a high-powered kart. When I was stuffing my head into the helmet the anticipation and excitement builds up in me. As I wait for my friend to pull out off the pit first my blood begins to pump fast. As soon as I leave the pits my foot goes deep into the accelerator! My blood pumping faster than I can handle as I plunge into the first corner. When I'm sweeping through the corners I had two things going through my mind: 1.Sebastian Vettel and don't crash!! Eventually I come to a sweeping s-bend. My friend scared out of his mind of the speed is blocking my way. I saw the clear so I jamed my foot into the pedal and blasted off letting the adrenilane kick in!! The feeling of speed is a sensation that can't be described in a clear manner. It must be shown. Not with boring statistics but with action! This I where I experienced the sensation that every race fan loves.
My second run around the track the feeling of speed overpowered my friend so he crashed in the tightest part of the track!! Not knowing what was around the corner I dangerously went around the bend only to find him in the middle of the track!! Luckily I react quick enough to miss him but only by a tad bit! This was scary!! All I saw was a blurry image of a sideways kart.....then a wall....then I was back on track!!! I have drove many go-karts and tracks both virtual and real life. But this was truly the most exhilarating of them all! The feeling of speed and the freedom to push your limits(or the karts) to the edge of insanity!!! That I think is what racing is about, that is what made this experience so good!
Now its your turn.......

 

[W3H5]

I often race the bus. On my push bike. Over 14km of mountainous terrain.

I often win. Because I'm awesomely fast, like a lightning bolt.

I finish work, wait for the bus to stop outside my office and then leave when it does. When I get back to my town I check the timetable close to my house to see if the bus has been past. I wait for the bus to come to the stop while having a cigarette and then go home. We take almost identical routes, except for 2km where I take the river road on the bus goes past the train station.

 

[Sier_Pinski]

Here's me thinking that I could easily handle over 1 G of lateral turning force in a GT race car, maybe even 3 G's in a LMP. Boy, do I have quite the bit to learn. Even with heavy-duty gloves, my hands were extremely sore and my body was completely exhausted...after just 5 minutes of a little .6-lateral-G go-kart session.

 

[Slash]

My uncle has a slightly modde 2011 Challenger R/T. We went down to a road near his house and were trying to beat yellow lights and the clock from 1 end to another. Ended up doing 160.

Another time I went go carting on a school trip and got challenged to a 5 lap race. The carts had massive oversteer so my opponents kept spinning out. I instantly went all Gran Turismo using throttle control, inside turns and the like. I was whizzin around the track and got few laps ahead so I started doing donuts to wait for them. I was catching mad drifts and the teachers were all like you are crazy how do you manage that. I replied I play Gran Turismo XD.

 

[hawkeye122]

In my Mum's Camry, I decided to Race one of my friends (Obeying the speed limits at all errrm, times) who has a 2004 Ford Mustang Convertible V6. We were on our way to a mates house after leaving a Restaurant. Our travels brought us to a bit of Divided Highway, that was mostly empty. We were going to have to turn left at the next light, which had 2 left turn lanes, and 2 Straight ones. But the Turn lanes didnt start until you got right up to the Lights.

So I was behind him, and dropped the Camry into 3rd, and Accelerated VERY quickly up to the Posted Speed limit of 55. Caught off guard, my mate tried to speed up, but I already had enough of a lead.

I got back into his lane, ahead of him, trying to insure that I would get the prefered choice of left turn lane, only to realise a major flaw in my plan. The lights ahead were red, and there was about 7 Cars stopped behind them. It then occurred to me that stopping 1300+kg of Toyota on Brakes which had seen better days was going to be a bit of a challenge.

I pushed HARD on the middle pedal, as hard as I thought I could with out locking up the wheels. The car ahead was still getting larger Alarmingly quickly. I took stock of the situation in my head in the space of around a second:
"Wont stop in time. Collision with car ahead likely. Immediate action: Press harder with Right foot"

I pushed the brakes even harder

"Insufficient Distance still. Check Right Lane."

The Right lane was empty.

"Check Lights"

I had realised that the traffic light had been Red for quite a while. It was going to turn green soon, but soon enough?

"If not soon enough, Dive for the right lane, and take all the space you need to stop. Make U-Turn at next Light, and be the last one there"

This was my Safety Fallback.

Luckily, the light did go green, and the car ahead moved on. I hit the inside Left Turn Lane, and my mate the one next to mine. I carried a bit more speed into the turn, and led him. The road was then 2 lanes. 90 feet ahead, there lay another Intersection. At then end of this one however, the 2 lanes became one, with the right lane(My Mates) having to merge into the Left(Mine).

I looked over into his car, to see him, as it was a red light. He smiled, and reached down for what I presume was the traction control. The Girl in the passenger seat (A good friend of ours, who always rode with my Mate) leaned forward, and flipped the bird with a cute smile.

Oh. It's on.

I looked at the light, and spooled the engine up to 3700 RPM, what I knew to be a pretty decent place to launch from. I watched out of the corner of my eye, as the lights for the cross-traffic (There was noone else around at this point) went yellow. I could hear Bob Varsha saying "Turn up the volume, here come the lights! " in my head.

The lights went green, I dumped the clutch, and the sound of Rampant (Grip, obviously. Breaking traction in California is Illegal) came from the front wheels. My mate didnt get a very good launch, and I was half a car length ahead at the merge point. He backed off, and got behind me. I had won!

We pulled up at the house where the party (Us partying= Drinking Red Bull, sitting around and talking. We're not stupid enough to make stupid choices at parties... Just on the road.) was to happen. I got out, and did my best Lewis Hamilton Fist-pump thing. My mate came and shook my hand. I felt like I had won the Monaco GP. Until the girl who I tend to hang out with got there. She had seen the whole thing play out, and wasn't impressed with either of us. But in the end, noone was dead, and we all had a brilliant night anyways.

 

[Bopop4]

^ That could of turned out VERY badly.
Edit: I race karts in Canada and my family and I went down to a race in Pennsylvania at the Beaverun Motorsports Complex. During the first couple days of practice we were lagging behind, our engine wasen't fast enough to compete with the others and if you lose the draft you're done. My dad and I were a bit discouraged but there was a ray of hope for the race weekend as it was supposed to rain. (I am fast in the rain). More to come when I don't have to go to class.

 

[photonrider]

. . . racing of any kind. Yeah.

I won the very, very first race I did. Was racing with a bunch of my bros (there were pretty fast girls, too) and, man!, it was exciting. It was a marathon. Anyway, I took those corners like a wizard; the others didn't stand a chance.
Got to the Egg first.

So that's how I got here.

Later, lots more racing. But heavy competition, though. Looks like there is a whole human race going on! Back later with more racing stories.

OP - great story! Was right there with you, LOL!

 

[wfooshee]

Back when I owned a car, and had money to spend, I autocrossed regularly. Stock class, no prep allowed other than sticky (but still DOT, and stock sized) tires. Best way I can think of for a young driver to learn the limits of the car.

Not a lot of speed involved, but great gobbing bags of quickness. You have to find the right lines to maintain momentum, and you learn very quickly to slow down to be fast. You can only lose time in a turn by screwing it up, and you can NEVER make up time by being "better" at the next gate.

In the states, go find your local SCCA region, look for Solo II events, and go learn to drive!

 

[Slash]

I was in our old truck at a red light and my friends pulled up next to us in thier 04 Mustang GT with slight mods. They revved, we revved, and were like it's on. We dropped into 4 wheel drive and when the light turned green we took off like a bat out of hell. Went for about a half mile and backed off. We won XD

 

[Bopop4]

Continuation of story: So the forcast wass for rain, but usually when it says that, it doesen't rain. When we turned up at the track it was spitting with overcast, so things were looking good. Then the rain came, freezing rain. It was so cold we used a heat gun designed for taking rubber off of tires to dry off gloves and helmet liners. It was apparent that we were fast in these conditions and so we tried some setup changes during practice.

During qualifying, I knew that the kart was fast. I could also see that I was getting away from the others. When I came in to the pits my dad gave 2 fingers, so I thought that I had gotten second. But he actually meant that I had qualifyed on pole by two seconds. (That is a lot when dry times are ususally 2 tenths apart.)

At the start of the pre-final, the outside pole driver tried to slow down a lot and then speed up, (to make me slow down too) but I just kept going. That gave me a good lead into the first corner and I led flag to flag.

For the final, the outside pole tried the same thing but I had to much of a lead and the start was waved off. The second start was successful, and it was much closer this time. I led for a few laps and then got passed, I followed for a lap and then decided that I could run away. After I passed it was just down to hitting my marks and not making any mistakes. I took it easy and ended up winning by 3 seconds.

Suffice to say, my family and I were very pleased.