This certainly is not my usual kind of post, but I mentioned in yesterdays post that I would share with you the excitement of last weekend. KBJ and a friend had decided to allow themselves to experience a day of adrenaline rush that called for a certain level of guts and athleticism, or maybe just a bit of craziness. It involved a different kind of horsepower than the magnificent equine kind. Have you ever heard of Ariel Atom race cars? I hadn’t either, but I know all about them now. Their excursion was to take place at a racing club and resort situated on 1200 beautiful acres along the Dan River. It is a members only facility that opens up a driving experience to others 14 times a year. I have to say it is not at all what I expected, with full resort amenities and lodging.
When I first saw the image above and kbj told me that he was going with JH for a “race car driving experience”, I first thought, ok, there goes my best friend out of my life! Open frame race car, at very fast speeds on a twisty, challenging, undulating and very quick track. Oh yeah, and if you crash it, you are responsible for collision! He assured me it was ok……”we have to attend class first.” Okey-dokey, that makes me feel a whole lot better (not really). He asked me to come, and I declined. I didn’t think I should go and interfere with a guy bonding day. Next thing I knew, he said JH’s wife was coming and I should also. We would go the night before, enjoy a dinner (last supper?) at a well known restaurant. I caved. They left for class early in the morning and when I got there, they were suiting up for their first driving session, which would be at the slowest speed of the 3 sessions so they could get used to the course and the car. Suiting up means fire suit under the driving suit, crash helmet and neck brace, and rocket astronaut strong seat belts. There were 4 other drivers in his group plus the lead car that shows you how to drive the curves and keeps the speed appropriate. KBJ was in the orange car.
It was during this check time I got concerned when one of the checking guys had JH’s steering wheel in his hand!!! He had to do a bit of finagling to get it snapped into place. I had been watching the excitement in KBJ and JH’s faces, and they were ready to go. They even gave us a thumbs up before they got the “gentlemen, start your engines” command.
I was amazed how fast they were out of the starting area and onto the track. I thought they were going to go slow the first session! They were very nice and let me take photos as long as they were on the track and I stayed behind the tires and concrete. I went out to the end and captured some nice photos. It was a good thing that I got them during the first two sessions, because by the third they were going so fast and passing each other that even with rapid fire I still got empty frames….no images! Here are a few I did manage to get.
Well, I was so glad I went. The temperature was mid 70’s and overcast so they didn’t fry on the track. They were still hot under all the protective equipment, although they didn’t complain. The day went by quickly, and guess what? Next time it is my turn! Yup, no matter bad knees, it will be worth it to ride some horsepower, albeit much different from the kind I have done for so many years. Thanks for reading, and back to the usual tomorrow. Laters, charisse