I entered a Summit Series race earlier this year knowing that I would most likely be eliminated early on. The car, at the time, was far from being tuned to competition trim. The plan was to at least qualify for the Summit Series Finals that would be held in Las Vegas this year. As I was sure would happen, I was taken out in the first round, but was now eligible to participate with the rest of the Barona team in the finals. The car is still not tuned, but went to the finals this past weekend anyway, without the car, to help cheer the rest of the team on. On the last day of time trials, as I was sitting with everyone in the pits, the team leader mentioned that I was still signed up to race in the event, why not race the truck? We had brought the GMC to the event and was not planning on racing it. I replied, "I'm not racing the truck. Are you kidding?". He prodded me for a few more minutes and, after doing some thinking, I decided to go for it. There was only one more session for time trials for the Sportsman class. They had just called them to the staging lanes, so I had to rush getting stickers and numbers on the truck and going through tech. I didn't even need a helmet. The tech looked over the truck real quick and waved me on. I think he just wanted to make sure I didn't have a bottle mounted somewhere.
The time trial run netted a 17.002 and a R/T of .253 so I dialed in with a 17.0.
The first elimination run netted me a 17.002. R/T was a dismall .317. Luckily, the other car redlighted.
The air was getting better so I changed my dial in to 16.98 for the second run. It produced a 17.109 after letting off the pedal. We had both redlighted, but luckily the other car, which had a dial in of 18.08 redlighted first, giving me the win. The other car fouled by .006. I fouled by .088
. Still searching the tree for the best reaction time with the truck.
I stayed with the 16.98 dial in for the third match up. This next line up was a little different than the first two. I noticed an early Ranchero truck in the tech area and one of the track officials, responsible for pairing and assigning lanes, walking over to my truck and I from where the Ranchero was. The official told me that I would be taking the left lane this time. In the previous runs, I had taken the right lane. You have to understand how they assigned lanes to realize that this situation smelled funny. When you come to the front of the staging lanes, one of the officials looks at you and signals for an indication from the driver as to which lane the driver prefers. I would signal right and if the other driver that the official randomly paired me with wanted the same lane, he would get the coin out and signal one of us to pick heads or tails. The winner of the toss got his lane pick. As you can see, when the official came to my window and told me what lane I would be in for the next pairing, I had to ask, "Why's that?" The official who was obviously not prepared to give me a logical answer started to ramble some crip that didn't make any sense to me. In my head, I realized I was being setup for an easy kill for a favored racer and I just said, "Ok, what ever." Heck, I didn't even expect to make it as far as I did. I was racing a truck that I had never raced before. I was still hunting the tree for the best R/T with this pig, and I figured I was exactly what everyone in the lanes was thinking. An easy kill. What made things worse was the fact that my team leader was announcing when I made my previous run and was telling everyone that had an ear to the loud speaker the story of how he had to talk me into running the truck and the fact that it was the first time running the truck and I had gotten in only one time trial run. Good grief!:frown: The results are below.
My R/T: .036. His R/T: .067. My ET: 17.02 on a 16.98. His ET: 14.007 on a 13.97 dial in.
I won!
Wow!
I found out at the end of the event that I had taken out the track champion that was expected to win the Sportsman class that night. Woops. Sorry. I guess the dark horse took him down.
The fourth pairing was against another truck that was all stickered up as a diesel racing specialist. I changed my dial in to 17.0. Results below.
My R/T: .057. His R/T: .083. My ET: 16.991. His ET: 14.291 on a 14.31 dial in. Won by the skin of my a s again. It was turning out to be an absolutely amazing night.
I'll be back with the rest of the story. Dinner's on the table.
The time trial run netted a 17.002 and a R/T of .253 so I dialed in with a 17.0.
The first elimination run netted me a 17.002. R/T was a dismall .317. Luckily, the other car redlighted.
The air was getting better so I changed my dial in to 16.98 for the second run. It produced a 17.109 after letting off the pedal. We had both redlighted, but luckily the other car, which had a dial in of 18.08 redlighted first, giving me the win. The other car fouled by .006. I fouled by .088

I stayed with the 16.98 dial in for the third match up. This next line up was a little different than the first two. I noticed an early Ranchero truck in the tech area and one of the track officials, responsible for pairing and assigning lanes, walking over to my truck and I from where the Ranchero was. The official told me that I would be taking the left lane this time. In the previous runs, I had taken the right lane. You have to understand how they assigned lanes to realize that this situation smelled funny. When you come to the front of the staging lanes, one of the officials looks at you and signals for an indication from the driver as to which lane the driver prefers. I would signal right and if the other driver that the official randomly paired me with wanted the same lane, he would get the coin out and signal one of us to pick heads or tails. The winner of the toss got his lane pick. As you can see, when the official came to my window and told me what lane I would be in for the next pairing, I had to ask, "Why's that?" The official who was obviously not prepared to give me a logical answer started to ramble some crip that didn't make any sense to me. In my head, I realized I was being setup for an easy kill for a favored racer and I just said, "Ok, what ever." Heck, I didn't even expect to make it as far as I did. I was racing a truck that I had never raced before. I was still hunting the tree for the best R/T with this pig, and I figured I was exactly what everyone in the lanes was thinking. An easy kill. What made things worse was the fact that my team leader was announcing when I made my previous run and was telling everyone that had an ear to the loud speaker the story of how he had to talk me into running the truck and the fact that it was the first time running the truck and I had gotten in only one time trial run. Good grief!:frown: The results are below.
My R/T: .036. His R/T: .067. My ET: 17.02 on a 16.98. His ET: 14.007 on a 13.97 dial in.
I won!

I found out at the end of the event that I had taken out the track champion that was expected to win the Sportsman class that night. Woops. Sorry. I guess the dark horse took him down.
The fourth pairing was against another truck that was all stickered up as a diesel racing specialist. I changed my dial in to 17.0. Results below.
My R/T: .057. His R/T: .083. My ET: 16.991. His ET: 14.291 on a 14.31 dial in. Won by the skin of my a s again. It was turning out to be an absolutely amazing night.
I'll be back with the rest of the story. Dinner's on the table.