Another Trip South.

 

 

Mike and I head south yet again to one of our favorite places to rider VIR for 2 days of riding. Jack will be along for the second day as Craig sits this one out. Jack is heading down with Kenny to the ZRX rally after his event for some street rides. Kenny is hanging out for both days with Mike and I. Our plan is depart on Saturday as Mike finish up work. Saturday starts out normal for me with a late start and a late lunch with my wife and son. Afterwards I head off the wire up a computer in the house. A simple job that turns ugly real fast. Anyways a few hours later I’m right back where I started just more aggravated. During this Mike calls and is done with work early. Mike’s has a few things to do and I head off to meet him at his house. The days prior we talked about alternate routes to the track; since it is a holiday weekend we are trying to avoid as much traffic as we can. I talk with others and Mike reviews the maps to make sure we don’t end up in Kansas. I arrive at Mikes and load up my stuff into Mike’s trusty Saturn and on the trailer. One of Mike’s daughters is coming along with us. With the car stuffed and the trailer ready we depart for 95 and our destination. A quick stop for drinks and food for use and some 87 octane for the car we are on our way. Enter the big sign of relief that always happen when our adventures to the track begin. Traffic is light for a holiday weekend but it is Saturday so most travels are at there destination at this time. We try our new route and we roll though some new scenery and new places to see. As night falls we make out way southward and match up with our familiar roads. Time wise we are close to our normal travel time so our new route has worked out for us. As the trip progresses we switch off driving duties, with a comical debate. We arrive to the VIR area and hunt for a room. Our typical place, the Holiday Inn, is booked but our old stand by The Stratford has a room for us. We unload the essentials and head to the room. We settle in quickly and hit the pillows for some rest.

 

The sun comes up and we head off to the track in our normal fashion. Since we’ve been here a few times over the years we have our routine that we do through. We stop for gas for the bikes and top off the car. Then stop for breakfast and head to the track, sounds simple right, not today. First stop for gas goes well, although it’s a new gas station, we are rolling in a matter of minutes. With the car and bike fuel already, we need fuel for our day. First Stop is McDonalds; we wait at the drive thru but no answer. It’s Sunday and typical for the area places open later then we need on Sunday. So off to the track we go. A few miles later we Andrea realizes we forgot a pillow. Mike hangs a U turn and we head back to the hotel. On the ride back to the track we stop at a Burger King, but again that is not open yet. We our arrival time getting alter and latter, we opt to speed to the track. We arrive at the gate, sign in and head to the paddock. Paddock being a loose term, considering for the Patriot course it just the grass area with a small barn and some pavement to get you out to the grid, not a 5 star paddock but it will do.  We show our faces and pitch in where needed and say hello to all. With all tasks well under control we unload and get ready for a days worth of riding.

 

First call for the riders meeting is echoed over the PA in the typical fashion that Only Linda can do. At this point Mike and I usually suit up but today with the temps already in the 80’s we opt to stay cool for a bit longer. Glen delivers the notes and advice for the days events. One member that is on leave presents Glen with a small plaque and a American flag that was flown at one of his base camps. It’s an amazing thing to do and we all feel a bit more thankful for those that serve and protect us. We head off the get suited up. We have pitted next to Kenny Roberts so we use the shade of this his trailer to get suited up and prepare for the day. With the bikes idling away we hear the call for the first group of the day and we head to the grid. It’s amazing that after doing this for so long we still get excited about take laps around a track. Considering it’s only 9am the temps have climbed event higher, which to most people start to complain but to people like us it mean more traction, which is always a good thing. I know we are sick people but at the track there are about 100 others just like us. Speaking of people that are on the demented side, like us. Who else will don a dead cow covering your body from the neck to your toes with added hard protection around our joints and then put on a helmet in weather that is more suitable for bathing suits and suntan lotion? It’s funny to because when I’m not riding and the temps are this high I hear people complain about the heat and an evil grin comes to my face.

 

With the day under way we find the heat has offered the extra traction that we know and love. We cycle though the groups helping those who we can. Mike helping in the red group and myself in the Art Basic, I guess I pissed off someone, only kidding it is fun to see the faces of people on their first track day. We pace ourselves as we have another day of riding tomorrow and with no sign of relief in the heat either. Plenty of fluids are consumed and breaks were taken in the AC of the building. The day progressed with only a few incident and no major injuries. Considering the combination of a very technical track and very host conditions that is a major complement by all. As the day winds down we all take it easy and finish out the day with everything in tack and ready for another day. Tomorrow will the north course and conserving energy for that is a must. We load up as best we can and the shuffle of bikes and vehicles starts with us riding or driving what ever we can to get back an forth. We get our spots from us, Kenny and we save a place for Jack who is en route to the track for Monday. Mike, Kenny and I hit the showers while we await Jack’s arrival. Matt, Dan, Joe and Joe had arrived and got settled into their rooms and garages at the track and stopped by. I work with Matt and Dan who we converted to track day addicts last year. It didn’t take much to get them to the dark side.

 

Time passed and Jack arrives, parks the rig and trailer. We undo the trailer, load the gas cans and head off for some dinner. The Texas Roadhouse is the choice for tonight consumption of mass quantities. Being a Sunday night this place is usually empty and getting a table is not an issue. Saturday nights are different stories and usually means a long wait. Being a holiday weekend we never know what’s in store for us. We arrive and the parking lot is somewhat empty, which is a good sign. We enter and get seated right away. The waiter comes and we immediately order drinks and our meals ASAP. Even thought we’d been drinking fluids all day we still need more. Drinks and rolls come to the table and each is devoured in a flurry of ice and bread crumbs. The waiter got about 5 steps away from the table before we asked for refills and more rolls. While we are waiting for the food to arrive, Mary, Rita, CBRBob, Nemo, Brain and they crew arrive. They are just as hungry as we were so we toss them a few rolls to hold them over. We ignore the “don’t feed the animals” signs at the zoo too.

 

With dinner consumed we head out for some fuel and other essentials for tomorrow and the drive homeward. The local Kmart makes a nice place to find what we need and it’s the next parking lot over so it makes the call real easy to make. We hunt though the store like kids in a toy store, it’s one of the privileges of being older and making money that we get to do this. With a cart full we head out of the store. The journey back to the track involves our last stop that is for some gas. The gas cans filled to their brims we make the final leg of the trip back to the track. As we unload at the track the night air is a refreshing change from the heat of the day.  We all settle in for a good nights rest. Mike, Andrea and I are in the camper. Jack and Kenny head off to a pit road suite that Jack got for him and Matt, who is somewhere in route to the track. We set the AC in the camper to Icebox and we get some rest. No messages on this trip like Mid-Ohio.

 

With to sun coming up we emerge from the camper to a cool morning and a clear day ahead of us. We drink in the cool air and hope it stays around, but as the sun raises the temp come up rather quickly. Mike and I head over to sign in and get our group assignments for the day. Mike got tagged with White and me in Red. Once again this year they know not to put Mike and I together. Jack is running in the blue group today so we’ll all get some play time together. Mike and I help out at tech for a bit. As usual I find trouble in the fact that I don’t have any TPM logo on my shirt. Gallo kindly loans me an official TPM staff shirt. With the other coaches at tech we all make quick work of the “one step process” and get rider on their way. As the line slows down I walk away to get some breakfast and return a few minutes later. With my loaded staff shirt returned to its proper place I’m once again in the attire that got me in trouble before. With some quick thinking I grab some TPM sticker and place them on my shirt. I’m official again and John Stevens catches me and joins in as does Julie. I wonder why trouble always seems to follow me. Tech is shutdown for the riders meeting so we assemble. Glen talk about the usually stuff but since today is Memorial day coach Mel Greene takes command for a tribute to our active military people and the ones that paid the ultimate price for the freedom we have today. Mel is a former captain and is able to command attention of the crowd. Mel ends the meeting a military style that we will never forget.

 

The day kicks off with the Red group and I head to the grid like a good little solider. Bert sends me and a group along the way. I hunt for Allen, from our Mid Ohio adventures, and find him and we run together for a few laps. White group is up next. Matt and Joe are in this group. I find them and help them. They have another friend Joe that is running with them too. We play follow the leader for a few sessions before they all get bumped to red. Mike is out in white and some red session but we opt out of blue and let Jack have fun with Matt. With the heat of the day rising, just like yesterday, we pace our selves as best we can. Funny how tempting the track can be and push you to ride more but logic dictates the option to rest and re-hydrate. Mike does a session in blue before lunch and Andrea and I head up in the tower, with AC, to watch. From our vantage point we find Jack and Mike and count the gap time. They are running the same pace with Mike with the slight advantage, but likely can’t see each other. Man if they knew this they’d be battling on the track. With the end of the session lunch time has arrived.

 

Lunch gives us a chance to get some nourishment and cool off from the heat. We all know it’s important to drink fluids on hot days like but food never tasted so good on hot days. With our bodies replenished we head over to watch the lunch time race. Kenny joins and as the race winds down we suit up and get ready to head out. The day progresses with only a few incidents and the weather tends to cool down to a more comfortable level. With the sessions winding down and the day coming to close we get as much time on the track as we can. That means continuous sessions of Red, White and Blue. The last Blue session of the day Mike Jack and I head out together. Jack leads us down pit road. As we exit jack looks over this left shoulder and I scoot right to go by him but opt not to in the best interest of fun. We get about ¼ of the way around the track and Jack ups the pace and its “game on” mode. I shoot under Jack in 7 and take off up the hill. With Jack and Mike behind me there is no time to look back or let off one bit. I look for shadows and listen as best I can while running a full pace. The laps wind down and I hear a different noise behind me. At the top of the roller coaster Bill Sink sails by me and takes off down the hill. A lap later on the uphill section I hear another different noise, who can this be? Down through the Hogpen and out onto the fronts straight. I block to right going into T1 and I spot a wheel to my left. Not enough to determine who it is but I know someone is there. Next lap down the front straight the rider goes by. Ralph as caught me on his R1. We battle for the rest of the lap and half way up the hill he raises his hand to indicate he coming in. In my head I’m like ok fine but don’t get in the way because there is likely either Mike or Jack on my tail. We go down the hill and Ralph slows up but stays online. I’m not sure if he changes his mind or but as we enter the Hogpen he comes way off pace and baulks my line. I’m screaming in my helmet because my drive is now shot for the front straight. I pin the throttle and get as low as I can. I whip past the tower on the front straight and sure enough Mike comes by and into T1 we go. Mike leads the way and we shoot down the back straight and sure enough the checked flag comes out. Mike wins with me second and Jack third, not that we were officially racing but it was as close as it gets. We pull and Jack is already in the camper. Jack exits the camper and states he won. Officially he got the checked flag in the gap between him and Mike. Officially the rider that gets the checked first is the winner, so by those rules Jack is the winner. Since we were one never to really follow rules Mike is officially declared the fastest for the day.

 

With the day over and the sun setting we pack up things, shower and ready to get on the road in less than an hour. The Nascar boys are coming for a test the next day and we have to exit by 7pm. With out goodbye said and the hope to see everyone another day we head north for home and work the next day, reality sucks. The trip home was uneventful and with traffic on the light side considering it’s a holiday weekend. It’s either that or the new route we have chosen is the roads less traveled. We arriver at Mike’s house about 1am and hit the sheets for some rest.

 

With another adventure in the history book for Team Xcedrin and more stories to tell to who will listen while we are sitting on the porch in our rocking chairs.

 

George Benes

Team Xcedrin #929