Been doing this RC thing since the first weekend in February now and since the inception I have done nothing but talk about racing. That was the goal as the bashing aspect of RC'ing didn't really appeal to me. Bashers just run their RC's hard jumping and running skate parks and the like which does test the durability of the vehicles but also leads to multiple and costly repairs or at the minimum countless hours working on their own RC's.
While the racing side of things is no less costly or time consuming in both repairs and upgrades not to mention the in depth learning curve and technical aspects of tire compounds, suspension set-ups and gearing ratios for various tracks and conditions, it at least is actual competition and that is what appealed to me.
So yesterday after months of talking about it I made my first appearance at a race. By the way it was also my first time ever on an actual built and designed for RC track. I've ran on sandy homemade tracks, slick as snot go-cart tracks and parking lot temporary tracks but never on a real track with real racers.
Just the day before the race I bought a brand new model which was electric (most tracks only have electric classes and all my stuff is nitro) and the morning of the race I changed to a new radio so added to the challenge of never being on a real track in a real race was the fact that I was doing so with a new truck and radio that I had no time in learning. We'll get back to this in a minute.
So I show up to the track and I have a toolbox full of RC tools, I have extra batteries and a multi-battery charger, I have another entire tool-box/bag full of spare tires, a brand spanking new mid-range expensive radio and a brand spanking new RC Stadium Truck and I'm feeling like I have an edge, not in experience but certainly in preparedness.
ARE YOU FOK'n KIDDING ME? I pull into the parking lot and there are trailers. ACTUAL FOK'n FULL SIZE AIR CONDITIONED TRAILERS everywhere. These trailers are stocked with spare parts, tools, workbenches, computers and multiple cars. It was like pulling into the pit area at Daytona. The guys that didn't have actual pull behind trailers had pit boxes which are basically self contained pits in a bag. I looked like Jethro Bodine showing up at the Presidential Ball. I was amazed at the amount of money these guys have put into this "hobby" and on a local level to boot. Some race nationally sure but most of these rigs were just local guys that race pretty much in a 100 mile radius.
I thought I was breaking my cherry at a weekly run Club Race and I picked a weekend when other tracks were closed expecting storms we were told were coming so there were 120 racers there, FOK ME!
Racing was to begin at 2 and the Novice Class (that's your boy Wal's class) was the first 2 Heats. The heats are timed races. They put a determined amount of time on the clock and you run till time expires. There are no pre-determined amount of laps you're just on the clock. The goal in the heats is to set lap times. You wanna be Top Qualifier so that in the Main (that's the feature race in each class) you start up front.
In my first Heat Race I was doing ok, my 2nd lap was actually smooth and I was the fast time in my group (3rd overall in the Class, remember there were 2 groups in Novice) and hearing your name called out as the race is going on as fastest driver kind of feels good. Well it feels good until you let that announcement contaminate the brain and make that brain think, "hey, I'm a FOK'n natural" then proceed to get cocky and try and beat the time you have already set by going faster, crash your truck and not finish the heat.
The truck wasn't broke though. It landed tail first over this set of double jumps I was having trouble with on the far side of the track and shifted the motor which made the pinion gear meshing get out of whack on the spur gear. It was a quick fix and nothing was damaged so no parts had to be bought.
Now that my Heat was over I had time to kill. Turns out with 120 racers and 22 Heats, I had 3 FOK'n hours to kill. I watched others for a while but some Classes just aren't that appealing and to be honest electrics for the most part aren't that exciting unless they are being controlled by the pro's, which by the way despite their fancy smancy trailers and pit bags, these guys weren't pro's. Certainly way better than me but still not pro's.
I watched some and when I couldn't handle it any longer I pulled my nitro out of the Tahoe and practiced on the outdoor (oh I didn't mention the off-road track we were racing on is indoors) clay oval track. Man now THIS was fun. Hauling ass, tail drifting, no FOK'n double jumps, just turn left all out fun. Plus you get to hear the engine running and smell the nitro fuel burning which just lets your mind feel like you're an actual racer. While running the nitro on the oval a few others wandered over. I mean it's to be expected, as much as electric biased guys are you just can't deny the simple pleasure of hearing those RPM's winding out. I found one other guy there who is also heavy into nitro and wants to get the Class going again. So fingers are crossed.
Heat #2. I didn't break anything this time and I finished the Heat but my times were slow. With 3 hours to kill between Heats you hear plenty of "slow is fast" which is FOK'n WRONG! Smooth is fast, slow is FOK'n slow and I was FOK'n SLOW! Anyways I got in 9 more real laps and I finished so that was something but now I have 3 more Fok'n hours to kill.
Oh interesting sidenote. There are turn marshals on the track for every race and turn marshals and mandatory volunteers. Turn marshals are out there to flip RC's back over when they crash or get stuck on guardrails and the like. After your race you get you turn at being a turn marshal. Doesn't matter that the track is full of undulating terrain or that you are a fat fok with barely functioning knees, nope you do your parts like everyone else. I did and I did it as well as others but the whole time I kept envisioning rushing over to help out a flipped truck, tripping or the knee going out and belly-flop-crushing someones RC.
Novice Main. It was now time for the feature race for the Novice Class. It was after 8 o'clock and I had been there since 12:30 so to say I was both bored out of my FOK'n mind and anxious to DO THIS is understandable. I start 5th, the time from my 1st Heat which had me in the top 3 was beaten in the 2nd Heat by two drivers so I wound up 5th out of the total 10 racers in my class. We are really racing now, it's still a timed event but everyone starts on the go and fast laps aren't what's important, it's who crosses the finishline first. The announcer being the smartass (and completely accurate by the way) is hyping the crowd for the carnage that is about to happen because he knows as do others that with 10 noobs on the track at the same time things will get broken.
My race started out ok. I started 5th and by the 3rd lap I was still in 5th. Sure I hadn't passed anyone but hey, no-one had passed me either and if you've ever been a fat fok in a race you know EVERYONE FOK'n PASSES YOU! Anyways that backside double was still giving me troubles. I could handle the double jump in the middle of the track but the one all the way across the track on the back stretch just kept getting me. I told myself before this main started that I was gonna go hard or go home and here I was after 3 laps driving LIKE Miss Daisy so it was hammer down time. I didn't complete my 4th lap. I hit that backside double hard and it hit me back even harder. I wasn't lined up straight and though I cleared it with ease I landed on a high spot on the guardrail knocking a rear turnbuckle off which released my rear dogbone. A simple fix that took 30 seconds and no money to do after the race but it still ended my night.
To the 12 year old that won latnights Novice Feature, congratulations. I will be back and I will eventually dethrone your little coke-bottle glasses wearing, acne plagued ass.