"What a beautiful day for racing," I think to myself as I walk out to the team minivan to drive to the racetrack to start my WRS week 8 practice sessions. Those big names up in Division 1 have their fancy motorhomes, but I have to make do with the family minivan with my kids' french fries and jelly beans stuck down the chairs. And I don't even want to think about what my feet are sitting on. If I could track down a couple of sponsors, maybe I could afford to have the car washed. It's a nice, scenic drive through the French countryside, and I'm busy thinking of corners, braking points, and turn-in points as the team mascot Baby Doll drives us through the main gate of the famous track that is our destination.
It's a little quiet, and I'm thinking it's odd that I'm actually first somewhere, but I realize that means I don't have to worry about being passed or passing (I wish!) while doing my time trials. As the team manager and pit boss lowers the car off the trailer, I again marvel at my luck at being able to drive such a beautiful car. Driving out of the pits for the first time I scream off down the course, with the engine making lots of noise too.
After several good turns through the course (and ok, maybe a little grass caught up under the car), I pull in the pits for a tire pressure check. Climbing out of the car, I notice the team manager looking sheepish, embarrassed, angry, and confused all at the same time.
"Mark, " he says, "we have a little problem. Somehow we not only drove you to the wrong track, but we brought the wrong car."
"What?!? They just handed me the silver trophy, and now you're saying I'm at the wrong place?!!?!?"
"It's perfectly understandable, you'll understand. The big guy in the sky CFM specified S-15 Le Sarthe II (Chicaned) with the Bentley for the week, but Team Wheels has only cracked into a couple of the S Licences, so I kinda sorta thought he meant IA-15 Le Sarthe unchicaned with the Nissan, and well, that's where we are."
"As soon as Milt the team manager said this, I realized I could hear in the distance the scream of Bentley's knocking seconds off each lap attempt while I stood here in the wrong place, going backwards in the standings. Again."
So ok, I didn't really spent any time on IA-15 before realizing I made a wrong assumption. And I did think it rather odd to have picked such a short test for the week. But I was glad since it would be easier to find time for a short race than a longer one. Oh well. Milt, Baby Doll, Bob (my backup driver), and I will all load up in the team minivan and try again tonight.