[Ed. notes] - answering a few questions, etc. on yesterday's entry.

First up a special DTOM congrats to Ted McMahan on getting a job. Poor Ted was a victim of the recession when the place he used to work at got raided (and shut down) by the Feds - mortgage stuff not car stuff. Yikes! You can find Ted at Hi-Tech Auto Repair here in the ATL. Ted is a good guy and great mechanic. Ted is a big fan of the blog so shout out!

This week will probably be a little lame in terms of narrative, this is meant more to shock and awe in terms of crazy sh!t that happens around me, then to be a laugh riot. If anything I sugar coated the animosity in the neighborhood over the great wall. It was a total pain in my a$$ and included about 20 pages of handwritten notes of conversations, printed emails, and certified letters. Some good questions that have been raised by the peanut gallery:
a) why didn't you move instead? Well hindsight is 20/20, at the time the location of our house was pretty close to ideal in terms of commute, I would have had to spend quite a bit more to get closer and really if anything we would have wanted to move farther out which would have meant a significant drive for me. Also we were a bit polly anna-ish in terms of "this will be easy" famous last words, you'd think I would know better - well I sure do now!
b) how recent was this? 2004, and I still bear the scars.
c) is "Tommy" that guy's real name? I don't know, I've considered calling Homeland Security to find out. I doubt it, just like IndyJim is my Nome De Plume. I call him a$$hole most of the time.
d) which is more aggravating the wall episode or Barber Motorsports Park. No contest the wall. This was pretty serious since we were talking about thousands of dollars and these tools acted like I wanted to plant a tree. Numnuts even suggested we build a '3' sided fence so that it wouldn't be close to his house, now what the f is the point of a 3 sided fence? Total morons, seriously.


If that curbing wasn't there, this would be a different story, probably involving a medical helicopter...

Now for today's show. This will also be more of a 'look what happened' episode. Christine was off on summer break and actually in the house when this happened. I get a call at work in the afternoon from her. She said, "You're not going to believe this the UPS driver is stuck in our driveway." I said, "What exactly does that mean?"

Turns out this dude was delivering a package that he claimed was heavy. I forget exactly what it was, but Christine picked it up and carried it inside so if your definition is less than 20 lbs, I guess that is accurate. Well Mario Andretti was lazy, it was late in the day and he figured he'd drive it up our hill instead of walking (turns out this is a UPS no-no for good reason). He gets up to the top and that is where his brain shut down. Instead of slowly backing down using his mirrors, or even leaning out and looking behind him, he tries a 3 point turn. Well the 3 point turn can be done, but probably not in a UPS truck. Or at least not with this guy driving.

UPS trucks are rear wheel drive and his was unloaded, so he had no weight over the rear wheels, the engine and all the weight were on the front wheels, when he tried to back up on the incline the rear wheels would just spin. I explained this once I got home several times but he seemed to think he could fix it by putting a board under the rear wheels and other acts of genius. Thankfully once he shot the board out he saw that wasn't going to work, thankfully it didn't go through my truck window or anyone's chest. About 30 min. after I get home and ask him what his plan is, his wife and father-in-law show up. They try again putting like a rubber mat under the tires. At this point I'm done giving advice because no one is listening and its clear we don't have the varsity team on the field.

Two more UPS drivers eventually show up, and each one comes to the "Yep, you're F-d" conclusion and leave. Finally the General Manager of the UPS branch drives out and is standing there scratching his head. He at least had the sense to call a big a$$ semi tow truck. I can't explain how awkward this all was. His wife is henpecking this poor dude, the old man keeps trying to find stuff to wedge under the wheels, the driver is sweating because he thinks I'm p!ssed (which I was but also somewhat amused) and he is going to get fired, then all these other clowns keep showing up shaking their heads, also it has become a neighborhood attraction and people are walking down the street to see if this thing will pitch over our front wall. Good times.

So we've been standing around now for a few hours and the tow truck finally shows up. This guy isn't at the top of his class either, but I pull him aside and show him how the rear end isn't getting grip which he at least understands. He has a tow cable but isn't sure where to put it. Together we determine that if he wraps around the front axle and drags the truck forward it should pivot enough to face down the hill. Or tip over.

Thankfully it pivots and the UPS guy drives away. Of course even after contacting them I get no $$ for the 4 hours they used my driveway as a loading ramp, the burnout marks from this dude practicing his tire warm ups that took like 3 months of rain to wash away, exceeding the driveways weight limit by several tons causing cracks, or the bush he ran into and knocked out of the ground. I guess all's well that ends well.


OH SH!T


That is about a 15ft drop head first.


Tow truck to the rescue.

Labels: Bad Attitude, house horrors, Pics

Or as it was sometimes known overseas "Robinson's Folly". Seriously this experience alone convinced me to never, ever get involved in any type of home improvement or construction project. I could write five days worth of rants just on this little gem. In fact if you ever want to get me wound up simply mention this - mission accomplished. I'll hit the highlights and then link to the 'visual essay' that is 7mb and will probably crush the limited DTOM servers - we'll see.

So after having the dogs and our house for awhile we were never happy with the layout of the yard. We're on a pretty steep hill, with another steep hill behind us so we constantly had drainage problems, there was no landscaping to speak of so it looked like crap basically. After living with this for awhile we decided that we wanted a) a bigger and level yard and b) the ability to put up a fence. Both of these would ideally help with the drainage that was washing out our yard every hard rain, and give more room for the dogs to use as a toilet.

Roughly at this same time there was a landscaper in our neighborhood that had just completed a fairly large and complicated waterfall / pond deal for some people down the road. We went and looked at it, and spoke to them about some options. Now my thinking was - building something with huge rocks, plants, and water moving around is a lot more complicated than a wall. Boy, what did I know. So we priced out the options, for a timber wall - cheap but ugly and didn't last, a paver type retaining wall 'system' - moderately expensive, durable, but still not that attractive, and finally settled on a poured wall with a brick face - expensive, durable, and attractive. The idea was this wall would blend in nicely to the wall that exists in front of our house.

After securing funding and establishing a rough 1 month plan from start to finish we broke ground. The first hurdle we faced was a large chunk of 'granite?' that prevented the wall from going exactly where we wanted. It also broke a few pieces of machinery and we spent probably 2 weeks chipping away at this thing. Finally the landscaper started talking about dynamite. I said we'd done well enough. Visions of every window in the neighborhood being blown out and me picking up the tab helped make up my mind. During this period of time we discovered our landscaper was pretty much the same as every one of these guys I've ever dealt with. The 1 month estimate was correct "IF" that was the only job he was doing and if he really paid attention to it.

The second hurdle was the wall itself. Given the placement now of the rock instead of doing 2 small-ish walls we decided we'd do one big one instead. This meant getting an engineer to draw the wall, and securing the permits and approvals from the city. This wasn't too much trouble, but did add time to the process. Oh and the way engineers draw walls is no joke. This thing would survive a direct hit with a bomb. I would later find out just how much extra $$ this would add to the project, there was as much concrete and rebar in the footings as in the wall itself.

So, we had our drawings, the basic excavation was done, and it was time to build out the footers. This was our third and biggest hurdle. Before we got started I had a survey done and also sent out our plans for approval to our neighborhood aesthetic committee. As the workers were building our footers, our next door neighbor came out and told them to stop or he was calling the police as they were digging on his yard? I come home from work and see that they're well within our property line. Being the good neighbor I attempt to explain where the property lines are and what that means to our 'foreign' neighbor who explains to me that he was an engineer in Egypt? Well the curriculum they're following must not be the same one the dudes that built the pyramids followed since this guy doesn't understand property rights, footers, or even how a poured concrete wall worked. He kept thinking it was going to fall over onto his house, but I think he was just playing the 'foreign' card because he wasn't hearing what he wanted.

We agreed to disagree and I gave him a period of time to get his own survey done since he didn't believe mine. In the meantime I also called another company just to double check the first places work. They came out and confirmed what we already knew. In the meantime "Tommy" wouldn't move on his. Then in some classic neighborhood politics their friend who happened to be the association president called and said we had to stop since he hadn't given approval. I informed him of what we sent out and who we had talked to, and sent him the copy of the approval email from the committee (that had the right to review per the bylaws). He basically said that didn't matter he was the president. At this point I finally lost my temper and told this dude to "F_CK OFF since I wasn't planting a GD bush we had already spent thousands of dollars." I also told him (knowing what a cheap a$$ neighborhood I live in) that I was getting a lawyer and if he wanted to go around with his hat out to all our neighbors to get one to fight me just for one guy after the other 3 houses saw what we were doing and liked it - he could be my guest. Roughly 3 days after that conversation we got a letter in the mail announcing his resignation. One of my proudest moments.

I come out of my pocket again to have a lawyer drive over review everything, talk to me, and then render an opinion. He tells me (again) what I already know, not only am I well within my rights I can actually tell Tommy to remove the poured concrete wall that is attached to his house off my property. We craft a letter to that effect and tell Tommy we're moving on. To this day I can't even look at that toad without getting angry, he still doesn't get it.

From this point it went pretty smoothly but all of this had consumed considerable budget so we went from 1st class to economy pretty quickly. Since several mistakes with the landscaper had eaten additional funds he couldn't afford to correct so he was working for free more or less and I was paying subs directly and effectively managing the whole process at the end. We finished on December 7th at 6pm I remember because Christine had a school Christmas party at our house and I was laying sod with mi amigos right up until the bell.

So if you want to see the "Great Wall of Jim" click the link and download a few months of my life and many of my dollars. We started in July and finished (fence and all) officially in Jan.

Tomorrow "Special Delivery"...

Labels: Bad Attitude, house horrors

Some of you may have seen on Facebook the images of our garage. Our maids / housekeepers whatever the PC term is, somehow crashed their car into it on Friday.

So you've heard about all the trials and tribulations with the dogs, and race cars, but what about our house?

This week we'll relive some of the highlights of our house of horrors. Starting tomorrow with "The Great Wall of Jim", followed by "Special Delivery", hopefully concluded with "Working Title - You Can't Make This Sh!t Up"

Stay tuned!!

Well as promised here are few additional things that just didn't 'fit' into the overall O'fest writeup but were still amusing enough as stand alones but first a message from our sponsor. Not really but I am going to grouse on the govt. for a bit. I can hear the collective groan of the audience. I feel like the teacher that promised movie day and gave a quiz instead.

Speaking of teachers, here is evidence that the govt. shouldn't run anything. I mean that literally, short of the military and maybe the police, I honestly think anything else would be better off in private hands. Eliminate all but the very minimum amount of taxes and let us pay ala carte. I'll call out the non-funny stuff with tags so you can skip ahead if you'd like.

[not very funny]
Why do I say this? We take our dogs on a nightly walk / park trip and my wife announced she was tired of being a teacher yesterday and wanted to look for a new job. I can't emphasize how shocking this was. My wife was named teacher of the year at her highschool for 2008. Now I don't particularly like her job, but I will be the first to admit that I think she does it very, even exceptionally well. She is one of those lucky people that has known since they were a kid what they wanted to do and has always enjoyed her work and looked forward to it. As a further testament to her teaching skill she managed to teach me enough calculus that I got a C in my one last gasp at math in college.

So why the change of heart? Well here in GA since the schools do so well, they figured kids weren't learning math due to the curriculum and really the 'order' of how concepts were presented. So they completely changed everything mixing alegbra and geometry together (among other things), they've also added extra fun stuff on teachers like reading/writing in math class. Makes perfect sense to me. Now the math that you learn in highschool hasn't changed in literally hundreds of years, most of these concepts are old timey Greek civilization things. In my business mind to be efficient and good you assign one teacher a 'type' of math let them learn it up and down and that is what they teach, maybe 4-5 classes of it in a day. Pretty much learning by assembly line. What does the school system do? They give their teachers a bunch of different classes so they can't get in any type of routine and are teaching something new each period. This just creates confusion, busy work, added overhead in terms of preparation and grading, and you have some teachers that are more qualified than others in terms of the high level math classes so this 'equal distribution' means some students don't get the right people instructing them. So this is what has brought on her career crisis, right now she comes home from work around 4-5pm and spends an additional 3 or so hours grading papers and planning. All for the amazing salary that you could make managing a gas station, and minus the college and advanced degrees. Way to go govt.! Also all kids must now take college prep. math regardless if they want to, if there parents want them to, if they're not going to college they'll just sit there and fail it which will certainly help bring those test scores up! As with most govt. programs I'm sure this was based on good intentions, and like most of them no one will pay attention to the actual results.
[/end not very funny stuff]


Okay on with the show.

Clay takes great pleasure in his jokes and for O'fest he had planned two that he (and I'll admit to an extent - I) both thought would be pretty hysterical. The first was a rigged raffle where Dave White would win a prize. I coordinated with Chuck and Patty to have this raffle done during the final awards ceremony where they're giving out trophies, prizes, etc. So there are roughly 50 or so people standing around. Dave's racing number is called to win a "Special prize from BimmerWorld" and he immediately knows something is up. Chuck hands him a plain brown box which he unwraps and quickly sees his 'gift'. No one else can see what it is and Dave isn't too pleased with our humor. So he walks off and no one in the crowd gets the joke. Clay has to awkwardly take the microphone and explain the punchline to an uncomfortable smattering of laughter and tense silence. Joke Fail 1.

The 2nd involves the crew and a horrible experience they had with an E30 3 series, very similar to mine. For a long time I had tried to get Clay to do some work on my car and he was very reluctant. It all stemmed from an E30 that had come to the shop with some 'electrical' issues. The geniuses that built the car had spray painted the interior white, but had neglected to cover up any of the wiring bundles. When trying to trace problems with wires, it helps to be able to tell them apart - which is difficult if they're all white. To further exacerbate the problem, they had removed all the car's fuses and simply jumped them together. Apparently Marks and the guys spent weeks trying to fix this thing. So what does James do when he sees this beauty for sale? He buys it and secretly arranges to have it delivered during the BW BBQ so that Marks can be horrified as he sees this nightmare coming back into his life. Unfortunately for Clay his clever plan fell apart when Marks informed him the trailer this car was to ride back to Virginia in had left about 4 hours eariler... Joke Fail 2.

On a more positive note, Steve Bassen who wrecked his car in the Friday race won the "Spirit of Club Racing" award. This is a very cool thing that the BMW Club Race guys do for each event. Every racer signs a flag and it is presented to the guy that has the best attitude and most closely embodies the 'spirit' of Club Racing, meaning he spent the most money on his car -- NO -- meaning an all around good guy, that is helpful and generally liked and respected by all. Anyone that knows Steve knows that description fits him to a T.

Next up at DTOM - our 3rd annual IFU race at CMP along with the enduro. Should have that out early to mid November. Some pics to entertain in the meantime -


Steve with his well deserved award.


My car parked 'uncomfortably' close to Dave White's fancy ride. Note Joke Fail 2 / finding nemo car in the background...


The amazing Mark's family grill. Smoker, gas grill, and 2 mini-keg fridge capacity. John in the blue shirt is ironically a vegetarian.


My awesome plan of taking down BW property values with the car on jackstands. I at least made sure the amateur body work wasn't facing the 'street'.

Labels: Bad Attitude, BimmerWorld, Race Recap, Road Atlanta, Wrecks

You can use a rock as a hammer, but that doesn’t mean it is always a good idea or that is what it is designed to do. That sums up the 5 series. It tries really hard to be a race car, and Brendan has done his best to make it act like one, but its almost 30 years old. They had a number of entries since this was a big event and so they split the race groups into slow and fast. Because the sled is technically a ‘modified’ car, it was put in the fast group. Brendan invested in some racing slicks to hopefully help the old girl stay on pace with the rest of the crazy cars in that group. To help non-BMW CR guys understand - the fast group probably has several cars that cost over $100k. They circle the track in 1min 29 secs for just over 2 miles. The sled is more like a 1:38.


The sled takes the green. Which of these cars is not like the others...

He went out for practice as I warned him to be careful and take it easy. Racing slicks are tricky and if you’re not careful heating them up you can spin out and wreck on the out lap, like Craig did with his 911 (although that was more a case of street tires and poor driving so really not a good analogy I guess). He went around a few times as we watched from pit lane, and everything looked good. Then as I saw him coming down turn 12 something looked odd. That wasn’t a drift it was a slide. I said “oh sh!t, oh sh!t, oh sh!t” with increasing urgency as the proximity between the sled and the wall got smaller. In one of the luckiest things I’ve seen Brendan remains one of the few people to lose it in that turn and not have the car hit the wall.

The next practice session and Brendan comes in after a few laps with smoke and water pouring out of the car. The little off road adventure had loosened some things up and one of the belts had flipped and cut a hose. Ted quickly fixed that and Brendan took the car back out for qualifying. He came back again after a few laps. Apparently that belt had stretched and wouldn't stay in place. I ran off to AutoZone to get a replacement so that he could make the race. With the new belt installed and everything (we thought) checked out, the fast group takes the grid.

I was still concerned about the tires, neither Brendan nor I are ‘slicks’ guys. I race on glorified street tires, I was worried enough to bring a set of RA-1’s to fall back on if the fancy tires proved to be too much. The green flag dropped and we watched the fast guys go. Two or Three laps go by and Brendan’s car is missing, I get that sick to my stomach feeling. The Black Flag comes out ordering all cars into the pits. This turns into a huge mess, as the flaggers messed up, and no one in the race or on pit road can make heads or tails of what is going on. Still no Brendan, but Steve Bassen, who is friend of ours and hand’s down the best Body Shop guy maybe in the world, is missing too. I’m getting sicker to my stomach thinking please God don’t let Brendan and Steve take each other out. One of the guys with a radio finds out that Steve has crashed his car and that is the reason for the black flag. No word on Digel.

Ted’s cell phone rings. Its Brendan calling from a corner worker’s phone. He doesn’t have a radio in the car so he borrowed a phone to call us and say the driveshaft broke and he is behind the wall. This seemed pretty absurd at the time, Ted almost didn't take the call! The race ends with more flagging drama, and the 112 comes in on the hook. The driveshaft (which spins at roughly the same speed as the engine) had broke free and knocked around in the transmission tunnel with such force to bust through the sheet metal around the pedals. Brendan is okay and lucky he didn’t take a knock on the leg, but the sled is done. Maybe permanently.

Now this is on Friday, and there are races on Saturday and Sunday, with no car - sitting at a race track loses its excitement almost immediately. My car is still holding a parking space hostage under the tent, so we devise a plan to put everything back together (hopefully working) and I’ll drive that for Sat. and Sun. With lots of help from Marks, Ryan, John, and Ted we get the wheelspeed sensor fixed and the dash put back together. I’m also missing the ‘required’ stickers so we track down a set of those from the super cool Mike Hinkley and then put them on like the dude that Clay got to wrap his car. Chuck Taylor and the other O'fest folks bend over backwards to switch around the paperwork needed to change cars.


More stickers, hastily applied, will make the car look less like sh!t, right?

There are some issues classifying my car – it is at separate points in time K prepared, Spec E36, and finally Spec E30 (but too late), long story short I qualify first in class ( about 18th or something on grid) and end up winning the enduro race for my class. This isn’t recognized at the time due to the above Timing and Scoring error, but whatever, little known fact - I get paid the same for first as I do for last. I take solace in that Clay jumps in to “co-drive” the last 6 or 7 laps of the “enduro”, and my fast lap is about 1.5 seconds better than his.

Proof is in the pudding - fancy Stack data!

[Ryan Kuhn who is Seth's car chief was nice enough to help out during the race. My radios were acting up, so the mic in my helmet was on the entire time. Ryan did an awesome impression of what it sounded like - vroommmmmm, upshift, vrooommm, blip, downshift, rumble rumble (curbing), vrooooommm..... listening to that for an hour, except for the occasional road rage profanity.]

This is probably the reason Dave and I are winning the NASA-SE enduro series. I explain “addition by subtraction” to James over the sweet sweet free BimmerWorld BBQ. Mark’s brother is some type of semi-professional barbeque guy. They literally towed his super grill down from Virginia and he stayed up all night Friday into Sat. cooking. Shockingly I think there was enough food for everyone. The super grill has a huge smoker / wood fired deal, a regular gas grill, and two keg fridges all on a trailer. It is a pretty impressive piece of engineering, and of course I don’t have a picture of it.

Sunday rolls around and I’m about as tired of being at the track as you are of reading this. (If you made it this far.) My truck has decided to start making a noise that sounds like a cat caught in the axles mixed with metal on metal. I show up late to the track, go and qualify and get hung up in traffic so I don’t get a clean lap which makes me mad. The car isn’t handling the way it should but I don’t have anything to fix it since I never planned on racing the car this weekend anyway. All of a sudden a nap, and not getting stranded at 6pm on 85 / 285 / or 75 with a broke truck towing a race car and trailer seems more important than racing. If this sounds soft, it probably is. But Club Racing for me is more about hanging out with friends / driving different cars, than the racing. The stuff we do with NASA is much more competitive and exciting since there are 20 or so cars all the same vs. different prep levels of BMWs coming and going. My mission accomplished I drive slowly home with the radio off trying to listen for the truck to break something while also trying ‘not’ to fall asleep at the wheel.

Side Notes -
Truck turned out to have 2 of the 3 U joints rusting together. The grease was gone and during the flood driving through huge puddles meant water had gotten in them and started rusting things up.

Congrats to Dave White on probably locking up like his 10th BMW National Championship. People like to think its just Dave's car that is fast, but he had some serious competition this weekend including Clay racing another guys car and proved he could handle the pressure.

Stay tuned later this week I’ll post up the deleted scenes: of the practical joke on Dave White that went horribly wrong, comments on Clay’s running, how I got screamed at by a safety official, and Clay’s practical joke on Mark’s that also went sideways.

Labels: Race Recap, Road Atlanta, Sled

These are the types of cars you see at O'fest. Rare and very rare. Photo credits Gary Donaldson.



This has been a busy two weeks. I was up and back at Road Atlanta a lot for Petite Le Mans, I was juggling that with basement flood cleanup and also trying to get the car somewhat ready for the BMWCCA Oktoberfest. "O’fest" as it is typically called, is the biggest BMW Car Club event of the year. It travels nationally and each year they hold it in a different location, BMW fanatics from all over the country drive to take part in the festivities. This year it was at Road Atlanta. I contemplated getting a hotel room, but ended up going cheap and figured I’d just drive back and forth (70 miles each way about 1hr to 1 1/2 w/ traffic). I was planning to be up there from Wed. to Sunday, upon reflection the $50 hotel room would have been the smarter call. My itinerary was to instruct Wed and Thur. then co-drive the #112 Brendan Digel 5-series in the weekend Club Races.

I constantly amaze myself with how unhandy I am. I was struggling for time due to the flood, but I still needed to do routine maintenance to the race car since I planned on taking it out for a few sessions while I instructed. This meant basic fluid changes and putting on new brake pads. Stuff I’ve done 1000 times. As usual I put the car up on the four jacks stands. It immediately occurs to me that I forgot to loosen the front lug nuts - I do this EVERY TIME. Stupid things like this are equal parts my incompetence and the lack of practical working features in my garage. I have no room for an air compressor and the impact gun that would drill those lug nuts off with no problem. I do have a cordless dewalt but it is getting tired from years of use and won’t rip them off since it is 14.4v which is marginal. So I was faced with taking the car off jack stands, or rigging up some retard garage method of locking the front wheels while I break the nuts loose.

I started all this stuff at 6pm I was finished by 9. Went to start the car and put it on the trailer. Battery is dead. Wait is this a DTOM repeat, no I’m really that stupid. Of course the jumper cables are in the truck down the hill, my wife’s car isn’t in position to easily jump anyway and I’m covered in transmission fluid. My hail mary attempt is the sh!tty Sears jumper box that has LITERALLY never worked to start a car. Ever the optimist I try it anyway, and whatever higher power that delights in torturing me must have ran for coffee since it fired right up (little embellishment, more like it coughed and wheezed to life).

The devious master plan that I had was to drop my car off by the BimmerWorld circus tent and hold a coveted awning parking space hostage while I pestered Marks and the guys to help fix my fancy Stack dash / data system. They installed this back in the spring, however in the process of hooking it up we also removed the engine. This is like installing a super cool home theater system minus the TV and Speakers. So they did the best they could, but since the car didn’t run some of the details of setup couldn’t get ironed out. Jason did his best to help me troubleshoot and get things up and working over the phone and email, but the Wheel Speed sensor that is critical to all the data functions resisted my ham fisted attempts to get working. With the car parking under the big top, and Marks saying, “He’d look at it”. My plan was working to perfection.


Strategically positioned to capture an awning parking spot..


Ofest is a little goofy in how the Driver’s Education event is setup. Instead of having a 2 day weekend track event, they actually had 5 – 1 day schools. During the 2 days I had 3 students. It is always a bit interesting to me to instruct. You’re meeting these people for the first time, they don’t know you from Adam, and they can have just about any car under the sun and just about any degree of track experience. I got to ride along in a 335 automatic. Not the ideal track car, but pretty fast, the guy was an eager student and it was his absolute first time on track. I think we had fun although were a bit limited in what we could do given the car and one day.

On the second day I had two students, they only gave us 15 min. rest in between so the BW guys were amused as every session the PA system announced “Jim Robinson your student is waiting on the grid.” Followed by me running in a helmet and dropping stuff along the way. The novice student had a 2007 M5. A very very fast car, but again not the ideal track toy, it got up to 140 mph faster than anything I've been in, thankfully we stopped there. I don’t think I clicked with him, I’m not anywhere near the teacher my wife is, but I think that personality and how you explain things make a big difference. I’m perceptive enough to know that I wasn’t getting through but whatever angle I tried didn’t seem to deliver the “Aha” moment I got with the other two guys. He seemed content to rely on the numerous electronic nannies the car has, and would do one corner great and then blow the other one.

My advanced student was a different story. He had a pretty well track prepped E36 car and had done a lot of sessions at Road Atlanta. We went out and his driving was pretty solid with good lines, but he was slow. When we came in I gave him a choice. I’d sign him off and he could go have fun, or I’d go out with him again and help him pick up the pace. He seemed leery but agreed. We went out for the next session with me screaming “GAS, GAS, GAS” in his ear and making him take scary turn 12 flat out. He listened exactly and we probably dropped 3-4 seconds in just that session. It was pretty cool to have us both grinning like idiots and clapping. Truthfully I’d been going slow in the other cars so long I needed a little excitement to stay awake. I was pretty proud of him and gave him the rest of the day off to practice the few tricks he had learned. Turned out he was an ER doctor from Athens, originally from Indiana, etc. Only in America can I teach a doctor anything. Both he and Tom (my Wed. student) came out Sat. to watch the race and stopped by which was pretty nice of them.

I asked him what he thought of health reform. He agreed something needed to be done, but felt that tort reform and the end of (update poor proofreading on my part) defensive medicine would make the biggest cost impacts in his world.

Tomorrow the grand finale!! What will happen to our intrepid hero(es) in the Club Race? Find out in the blandly titled Part 3 - "The Club Race"

Labels: Road Atlanta

Sorry this is a little late I’ve been ‘swamped’ (flood joke, cymbal crash). I had a lady flip me off in traffic today. This happens about once a week. Somehow she took exception with the fact that since she was blocking the left hand turn lane, paying no attention since it was ‘make up’ time, and had about 3 feet to pull forward I took the liberty of driving my truck about 2 feet onto the median and simply going around her.

No point to that story just felt like sharing. I’m going to separate today’s DTOM entry into little vignettes in hopes of making this less than the normal rambling mess. 3 parts to this little entry covering about 2 weeks. This will cover the Petit LeMans WC race up to the BMWCCA Oktoberfest Road Atlanta fun. I actually had several people "recognize" me not as Jim Robinson, but as the dude who writes DTOM. Surreal and a new low for internet celebrity.


I asked Clay if he saved money by putting this vinyl wrap on himself. It wasn't appreciated.

Part I – BimmerWorld World Challenge Race
The BimmerWorld guys were up at Road Atlanta for the Petit Le Mans support race. I rolled up on Thursday to see qualifying. The chronology on this is a bit blurry since it happened awhile ago so I’ll just hit the highlights. I got there early and invited myself to the WC driver’s meeting. I was curious as to the difference between a ‘pro’ drivers meeting and the bush league versions I try to skip out on. I’ll point out the key differences.
Amateur / Pro:
Standing in the open or under a tent / Sitting in comfy chairs with AC
“Officials” that are like repressed stand up comedians / Ditto - except with real microphone
“Mandatory” / Attendance sign-up sheet
15 min. / 1 hour
90% of the meeting spent reviewing flags / 20% of meeting spent reviewing flags
No Boris Said / Boris Said
No opening prayer / opening prayer

[Randy Pobst was there too, he is a vegan? I think. Drinking what appeared to be a seaweed milkshake out of a quicktrip cup. It looked disgusting.]

That’s about it. I make the flag joke since inevitably in every meeting I’ve ever been in some yahoo has to ask about flags. If you have a race license and you’re not sure about flags someone didn’t do their job. In the WC’s defense the flag scenario had to do with pitting during severe rain and tire changes, etc. vs. our normal “What does the yellow mean again?” type question.

Clay managed to put his car on pole with a great lap. But due to some goofy marketing ploy the World Challenge guys do a coin toss in order to introduce some ‘drama’. The guy in pole position flips a coin and calls it. If he is right, the qualifying order stands, if he is wrong it is inverted from 1st to 5th place. The BW gang was in 1st, 3rd, and 5th. Before the toss I was liberal with my opinions on this hokey ploy. I honestly think that whoever came up with this wasn’t a racer. It is so hard to achieve something like that in a competitive field, which despite issues with World Challenge, the one thing you can say is almost all of those guys can drive, to then take it away on a coin toss is complete BS. Leave aside the competitive angle; there are also business implications as well. Clay had a huge sponsor of his in town, and had a special design on the car for them. The coin toss meant that he effectively went from almost certainly finishing on the podium to now being lucky to stay in the top 5. In terms of impressing sponsors and getting TV time this has pretty large ramifications. Jokingly I told Clay that if the WC guys wanted drama if he lost the toss he should proclaim this is “B_ll Sh!t” and punch the announcer dude. He toned it down and said he’d go after Nick (who was in 5th place and would benefit by moving up to 1st). Unfortunately? he didn’t share this with Nick. So when the toss went bad, he ran to tackle / grab / choke Nick who didn’t really know what the h3ll was going on. Pretty funny.


Clay shows off his cat like agility attacking Nick.

Ironically the coin toss turned out to be a blessing in disguise for the race. Nick started in P1, his first time ever, with Seth and Clay right behind them. The race itself was awesome, and the guys finished all on the podium and took every award they handed out (fast lap, hard charger, etc). Its cliché to say what a big team effort this is but I’m not sure how much people realize it, deep down everyone assumes the driver is the big hero. I can tell you having spent a fair amount of time with these guys that the crew plays a huge part and deserves an equal share in the success. Being the driver is easy, you get the fun / excitement of the race, you get the attention of people coming up and telling you how awesome you are. The crew guy gets to torque the diff bolts again, he gets to pack up the floor mats, and put away the awning. Playing both parts at DTOM of crew / driver I can’t emphasize enough how much having guys that want and can do those sh!tty things helps. The BW crew guys are all very cool and funny, and some of the hardest working dudes I’m around. For me it was cool to see the big payoff and hopefully they know what an important role they play in it. It was also very cool to see Nick do well. He had a rough time last year and is a talented guy, so it was good to see him up front and performing at a high level. He also has the coolest custom helmet ever, I'm working on a pic.



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Stay Tuned tomorrow Part II - Enough of the BimmerWorld love letters what about DTOM?

Labels: BimmerWorld, Petit LeMans, Road Atlanta, Trophy Pic