About a week ago, I got an unexpected early morning message from a man I’d spoken to, but never met in person.
“Hey man, still interested in some early 944 fun/shooting?”
Now I don’t know about you, but when someone offers me a chance to spend some time with a vintage Porsche, I agree first, and ask questions later. The owner in this instance had read some of my other reviews, and even knew the owners of some of those cars, so an unspoken understanding was already there. I figured it would proceed in the usual fashion: we’d meet in some forlorn parking lot at a depressing hour, I’d tear around on the street for an hour or so, snap some photos, and send him on his way. If that sounds like an odd way to spend a morning, it is.
The usual hashing out of scheduling began, which is always the complicated part. At any given point, I’m working on at least one side project, in addition to a full time job, all while trying to ensure that my girlfriend doesn’t leave me for my cat. That’s not a joke. It’s a serious concern. I intended to get something on the books for the Porsche, but there was no rush. I’m behind on work, and spring is just beginning, so we have many months of good driving weather left. But as we were discussing his SCCA schedule, the bomb dropped.
“If you’d like to co-drive my car on Sunday you’re welcome to do so.”
Flogging sports cars on the street is certainly fun, but there are severe concessions made in the name of safety and staying out of jail. But on the track, I’d be allowed to drive as fast as I was physically capable of, without regard for other motorists, pedestrians, or police. Previously, I was intrigued. Now, I was enthralled. A Porsche, on a closed track, in a sanctioned SCCA event. How could I say no?
But then I remembered that I’ve never even spectated an autocross event. And I’d never seen the car in person. So, race an unknown car, in a type of event I know nothing about, on a track I’ve never seen, while the owner sits next to me? Also, the only rear wheel drive auto I’ve ever owned were some Ford Rangers back in high school and college. Both of which I totaled. Oh. This might actually be a bit more interesting than I originally planned on.
So I headed down there, at the crack of dawn on a Sunday, with the sole goal of not breaking the car, and hopefully not embarrassing myself too badly. Luckily, we were scheduled to run in the third and final heat of the day. The downside of that was I would be spending a full eight hours at the track, and I hate spending that much time anywhere I’m not getting paid. But the upside was I would get many hours to watch and learn. The first heat I would just be learning, and trying to talk my way into any and all available passenger seats. The second heat, I would be a corner worker out on the track (complete with my own super stylish orange safety vest). Finally, in the third heat, I’d be taking the wheel.[brid video=”35383″ player=”4063″ title=”Andrew autocrosses a borrowed Porsche 944″]