KaiPL
Enthusiast
My Wife\'s First Track Day
I took my wife to an open track event. She doesn't really like my Viper, but I figured that she would perhaps appreciate the car more in its natural element. I was sure that if she got the chance to drive the car fast in a mostly controlled setting, that she would love it like I do.
She started off driving in one of the slow group sessions. She hasn't driven the Viper much, so she was doing pretty well for a true newbie, in spite of my "coaching."
Me: (yelling to be heard above the exhaust) "Wait. . . . wait. . . wait. . . turn NOW. . . . You missed the apex"
Her (getting more and more **********) "What's the apex, and why should I be aiming for it? Oh nevermind. Why don't you just shut up and let me drive."
She was doing quite well by the end of the session, but was making a lot of Focus, Mustang, Honda, and Miata drivers really happy as they passed us. Back in the paddock, I could see them gloating about how they had "owned" the Viper.
We switched off, and I drove and she rode with me for some "fast laps." But then she started to get sick.
Her: "You need to slow down, I'm getting sick."
Me: "I can't slow down."
Her: "Why not?!?!?"
Me; "See that black car behind us, if I slow down, it will catch up with us, so I have to go faster."
Her: "Why not just let it pass you?"
Me: "I can't do that. I have to drive faster. Nobody is allowed to pass us, except for the little green car."
Her: "That's stupid. Just slow down. I'm going to be sick."
Me: (looking anxiously in the rear view mirror) "You'll be ok. Just try to take deep breaths."
Her: I don't understand, why don't you just let him pass?
Me: Because my car is a Viper and the black car is a Porsche, and I'm faster than him.
Her: If you are faster than he is, why is he getting closer?
Me: Because I'm talking to you instead of driving.
[Lots of engine revving, heavy braking, tires squealing]
Me: See, we lost him.
Her: (covering her mouth) "You should have slowed down. Now I'm going to throw up all over your car."
Me: "Oh no. OK, OK" (signalling to go into the pits) I'll let you out."
Her verdict was: "It was o.k., but I don't think I'd pay to do it again. I might even pay not to do it again."
Looks like I'll be going to the rest of the open track days by myself.
Oh well.
Kai
I took my wife to an open track event. She doesn't really like my Viper, but I figured that she would perhaps appreciate the car more in its natural element. I was sure that if she got the chance to drive the car fast in a mostly controlled setting, that she would love it like I do.
She started off driving in one of the slow group sessions. She hasn't driven the Viper much, so she was doing pretty well for a true newbie, in spite of my "coaching."
Me: (yelling to be heard above the exhaust) "Wait. . . . wait. . . wait. . . turn NOW. . . . You missed the apex"
Her (getting more and more **********) "What's the apex, and why should I be aiming for it? Oh nevermind. Why don't you just shut up and let me drive."
She was doing quite well by the end of the session, but was making a lot of Focus, Mustang, Honda, and Miata drivers really happy as they passed us. Back in the paddock, I could see them gloating about how they had "owned" the Viper.
We switched off, and I drove and she rode with me for some "fast laps." But then she started to get sick.
Her: "You need to slow down, I'm getting sick."
Me: "I can't slow down."
Her: "Why not?!?!?"
Me; "See that black car behind us, if I slow down, it will catch up with us, so I have to go faster."
Her: "Why not just let it pass you?"
Me: "I can't do that. I have to drive faster. Nobody is allowed to pass us, except for the little green car."
Her: "That's stupid. Just slow down. I'm going to be sick."
Me: (looking anxiously in the rear view mirror) "You'll be ok. Just try to take deep breaths."
Her: I don't understand, why don't you just let him pass?
Me: Because my car is a Viper and the black car is a Porsche, and I'm faster than him.
Her: If you are faster than he is, why is he getting closer?
Me: Because I'm talking to you instead of driving.
[Lots of engine revving, heavy braking, tires squealing]
Me: See, we lost him.
Her: (covering her mouth) "You should have slowed down. Now I'm going to throw up all over your car."
Me: "Oh no. OK, OK" (signalling to go into the pits) I'll let you out."
Her verdict was: "It was o.k., but I don't think I'd pay to do it again. I might even pay not to do it again."
Looks like I'll be going to the rest of the open track days by myself.
Oh well.
Kai