| Author | Message | ||
| Martin - Cavallino Motors (Miami348ts)
Senior Member Username: Miami348ts Post Number: 6545 Registered: 5-2001 |
very nice story Ryan. great reading since DES can not get his butt moving to write part IV and V....(YES I AM LOOKING AT YOU DES  ) | ||
| Willis Huang (Willis360)
Intermediate Member Username: Willis360 Post Number: 1715 Registered: 8-2001 |
I would love to have a ride in ol' #33. That car might be worth more than $400K since it won the 2002 Grand-Am GT Championship. Hard to say though. The replacement car will probably win the 2003 Championship in tomorrow's race. | ||
| Alan Leach (Speedy308)
Member Username: Speedy308 Post Number: 331 Registered: 12-2002 |
$415K, maybe less "slightly used". JMB Racing sold their first ones last year. Mr. Risi might part with one some day! | ||
| Ryan Alexander (Ryalex)
Junior Member Username: Ryalex Post Number: 169 Registered: 8-2003 |
While DES got to ride in a collection of cars that I would call a 'street performance package,' I opted for a 'track package' of rides that went for the raw racing experience. Right after getting the crap beat out of me courtesy of a few hard and fast laps in a 360 Challenge car with former F1 and LeMans driver Eric Van der Poele, I was eating lunch with the team owner of #33, the 2002 Can-Am Champion car featuring Girard-Perrageaux watches (I was unaware of this at the time). Describing to him my time in the 360C, he says, "Well, if you think that was something you should come out with me in the GT." "Yeah, I'll take you up on that." "I need to do a dozen warmup laps, but look for me when I come in to the pits." So after lunch he took of in the GT and I sat there watching... when he pulled in he opened up and his team helped me strap in as he refueled. "Just don't touch that big red button unless you want to be covered in Halon." Check. That thing is insane. The car roared to life and we gurgled to the track entrance lane. When he mashed the pedal the car screamed and shook like some Hawaiian volcano god was erupting from the engine bay. We flew down the straightaway overtaking the 'regular' Modena 360's like they were Mazda 323's. I struggled to find the speedometer on the digital readout (it wasn't set to display it), but I guessed that Doc Brown would be screaming, "2.42 jigawatts of power!!" I gripped the rollbar along the thin carbon-fiber seat to brace myself through turns best described as "wrenching," at least until I was settled in enough to tighten the 5-point harness more (which I thought was tight to begin with). The GT pulls more G's than a Jim Carrey movie contract, and tears out of turns like a shard of ruby being hurled from a divine sling. You have to remind yourself to keep breathing as you realize you left your equilibrium behind on that last straightaway. The shaking feels like the engine rests on the back of your seat. The sound is a euphoric orchestra hit dueling a shrill robotic tenor. Louder than a Challenge car, which a few minutes earlier had been the loudest thing I'd ever been in, given my limited experience. So loud, that not only did I have a persistent ringing in my ears that night, but quite literally I laid in bed at 1am and heard it screaming through all the gears, the raging cavallino sending jumping sheep to other dreamers. Lap after lap we went. Oh, there went RL's F-40LM. Excuse me, Mr. 550. Later, lady driven 355. Yes, Sir Challenge Car, that was a "Faster Car Approaching - Move for pass" flag being waived at you. I didn't want it to end. I don't recall how many laps we did - I'm guessing 10 - but I knew that when I lost count after 6, everytime we swung around the last turn and faced the pit area I had feelings of desperation, like how children look at the Tilt-a-Whirl operator at the county fair and beg for one last spin. The extreme forces had melded a smile to my face and I by the end I had used up all of my brain's adrenal capacity. Cue the endorphins! I concluded that if religious service had a vow of chastity, and if racing Ferraris were a practice of the cloth, I could consider forgoing all other earthly pleasures. Luckily, my wife says just get a Ferrari. But with only 15 360GT's out there, my choices are somewhat limited. Oh well, I'll just have to settle for an Enzo. |