Farmington, where the hell am I?
I left San Diego with $80 on a Wednesday night knowing my check would hit Friday at midnight. I made it as far as Yuma but was tired so I pulled over and tried to sleep upright in the front seat but, it was 9million degrees. So I tossed and turned for an hour or so then said eff it and just kept driving. Hit Phoenix at sunrise and made my way to the only place on the way with E-85 to fill my 2 5gal jugs. Continued on the rest of the day through Flagstaff, skirted the painted forest, and then turned north in N.M. towards Farmington. This last leg of the trip was the worst. I was tired. It was dusty, windy, and downright hot. An inhospitable place. I had to stop to get a new battery for the car so I found a place in Farmington and picked it up before going to the site. I think I finally got to the site around 4:30 p.m. Exhausted. Jeff K. saved me a spot so it was all good. Unloaded and prepared to tech the car.
I got over to tech and there was some esp competitors freaking out. Because, there were only four entrants in the class. I hadn’t even got my stickers, they’re in panic mode. “We’re going to SM, you have to go to SM” “There’s no contingency, we’re going to SM.” I was like “just relax, let me get through tech.” “I’m not switching. I’m here for points in esp.” Enter the most awesome Grady W. As I rolled the car up I was met with his unmistakable voice. “Greg, you need a class?” I said “yep.” “Well, I’ll drive with you.” Awesome. On site for 35 minutes and the problem was solved. I had told those guys to give it a minute….
Did I mention it was hot? 108 degrees. Registration, some course walks, and beers were in order. Stat. Hung out in paddock for a while. Eventually drove to a hotel parking lot and slept in the bed of the truck. It was still hot.
Saturday morning I enlisted an ESP competitor to help me flush/bleed the brake system since I hadn’t done it in a year or so prior. All set. Due to some cones I think I was 4th after first session, oh well, we get 8 more runs. Between the heat and the altitude I was up to 6400K on launch control and it was still bogging. Hmmm
This is where I’ll point out that since I haven’t been autox’ing walking courses and committing them to memory is something I’ll struggle with. Not having ultimate speed out of the gate at a pro is ok given the same conditions. At nationals I know this will not work.
Saturday afternoon Grady, graciously, claimed an issue to not drive the remaining runs. He was saving the car.
I picked up the pace Sat. afternoon and went from 4th to first. Day 1 over, we played cornhole and drank beer. I went and found a different hotel, slept in the bed of the truck. Like a boss.
Sunday morning sessions went good. Extended my lead and won. The launch control was now at 6600, haha but it wasn’t bogging. I was in Impound and Keith’s WRX broke an axle. I offered my car knowing the risk. He got his last 4 runs, car was fine! Sweet. 2 tires and entry into the challenge. Fun runs. I’ve been here before. Wait around to red light or cone out.
Luckily Farmington was kinda undersubscribed. I made it through round one. Cool. Trotter red lights round two. Cool. Round three…hmmm. Round four used my L.C. to force a red light. Very cool. Round five drove the wheels off. Won. Super ****ing cool. 1st challenge win. In a way better than winning nats. 4 more tires, 150.00 from Subaru, 375 for qualifying and super challenge. Sweet.
The BFG’s loved the heat. I barely watered them through the challenge. They just loved it.
All due to Grady. No Grady, no class. Without a class you don’t know if you’ll have contingency or get into a challenge. Thanks Grady!
Packed everything up and made the 750 mile drive straight through. On the way back I went through the Painted Desert. No cell signal, not many gas stations. Brutally desolate. Wonderful. Got home about 6 a.m. Monday morning, drank a beer and passed out. The trip cost me $570.00