When I do a dumbcluck move and somebody asks how I did that my reply is always "years of practice!" Hard to believe what is possible when attention wanders!
Hu
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When I do a dumbcluck move and somebody asks how I did that my reply is always "years of practice!" Hard to believe what is possible when attention wanders!
Hu
Loose ballNope. That's the ghost of player's past.it's just a little bump. No biggie, right?
Hell of an accomplishment.
Immune to migraines.
No clusters disturbed
Did not miss
Low priority Event Of Interest.
lol...
Uh yah.
Yep. Just look at my negative accomplishments the past 20 years!! I better start paying attention.
Look at racing records. Finish line only.Uh yah.
Checkered flag, not the caution.Look at racing records. Finish line only.
Absolutely. Guiness and BCA are nits.
The one I liked to ignore was the black flag. The flagman held it out but didn't wave it around so I ignored it. All I was doing was giving one driver a friendly little nudge once or twice a lap to make sure he was awake. Then one turn I didn't hit him. He had set up expecting to get hit. When he wasn't hit he spun out all by himself!(grin) True story! The old boy in the flag stand didn't have the balls of a bull gerbil!
Later a friend of mine was flagman and I was assistant flagman. I handed him a flag occasionally but my main job was to beat on the fingers of the guys trying to climb the ladder and join us in the flagstand. Three indeed would have been a crowd!
Hu
Was hoping you'd chime in. Your specialty and all.
I'm like that guy. I spin out w no help from anybody.
Circle tracking was a test of nerves when you were learning. Instead of a few dozen watching like pool most of the time, I had three or four thousand watching all of my mistakes learning. My history, what little I had, was setting up an asphalt car. I got ticked at the promoter and went to dirt without a clue how to set up the car.
One day a man racing a different class came by my business where the car was parked. He suggested set it up square and then put an inch of rollout in it. That wasn't perfect but it took over a second off of my lap times! I still crashed and banged meeting everyone half way but once the car was working pretty good the driver started learning. Now I hit people where it at least looked like it could be accidental! Not that people who knew me had much doubt.
Bumped into another driver one night when neither of us had a car ready to race. He insisted I come meet his wife. "this is Hu." A blank look. "He drives that orange fifty-seven Chevy." Still blank. "The number 29 car." She exploded, "That son of a .... Oh, how are you doing?" Swapping to the sweet as honey tone all southern ladies can produce on demand. "Yes ma'am, that son of a bitch!" We got to be good friends but her early greeting gave me many a laugh! Friends and family were the ones that raised hell. Racer's wives and daughters were the most dangerous!
Hu