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When life throws you a curve

It may seem a little odd to lead off with a photo of Margo behind the wheel of our originally configured Corvette C6 Z51, but given how this was the very first time that Margo turned a wheel on a road that only went in one direction and where there were no speed limits, to say it was a moment filled with anxieties would be an understatement as both she and I had no idea what to expect that very first time on track. It was Willow Springs International Raceway, branded as the Fastest Road in the West and that didn’t help at all. Surely, we knew how to go fast but being on track was a world of experience away from a daily drive.

The photo depicts Margo heading up a serious upward elevation shift towards what the track labels as The Omega. A series of turns designed to challenge even the best of drivers. It was much later that an instructor told us that the goal was to get through these twists and turn safely as no race was ever won by passing any other driver in The Omega. And yet, there it was, every lap. Curves that we simply had no other option than to face and overcome. Looking back at this photo and yes, I used it in the second post ever published to this blog, little did we know that it would be more than cars and tracks that would throw us curves.

It turns out life has a way of challenging you at every turn and facing these challenges oftentimes means abandoning the course down which you thought you were heading. This post may feature a number of references to our decade plus outings on road courses scattered across the western states, but only to illustrate changes we have encountered this year and as we look to 2024, handling these life curves continues to be ongoing. All the same, I cannot help but write about them as in its own way, its just another form of therapy that is a necessity at this time in our lives. So, before you head for the exit, read all about the curve that was thrown at Margo and me! 

While our first ever outing was a track weekend at Willow Springs as referenced above, our second track outing occurred at Buttonwillow. Located at the southern end of the San Joaquin Valley itis an ideal place for beginner, wanna-be racers, to fine tune their craft – there was nothing you could hit apart from a short concrete barrier protecting those drivers who entered the pits. You could overcook your curves and not hit anything. But what was a feature of this road course is that club events could utilize many configurations the track afforded them even as clubs could chose to circulate clockwise or counterclockwise. 

The esses at Buttonwillow were straight forward but even so, for beginners they represented yet one more learning curve. Entering the esses may startle the novice but it was always that last curve that was the one to properly apex. You could run wild over the rumble strips but in the end, miss that last apex and your entry speed onto that short straight (clockwise) or into the sweeper (counterclockwise) would be compromised. Everyone wants to go fast on the straights but not by sacrificing that last curve.

As joint proprietors of a company, Pyalla Technologies, LLC., we have entered our fifteenth year of business. Over the course of those years, we have rebuilt our client list several times. That old adage of being only as good as your last posting runs true in our profession and while I always shudder at the dismissive “it’s only content” responses we sometimes get, the creative side of me still looks to write that perfect post. And so it is that same seat-of-the-pants sensation you get when you successfully negotiate the Buttonwillow esses and unleash the full power of your car occurs when you do get to come out of a technology curve to post an article or column that strikes a positive chord with your community.  

It was many years of track outings before we heard about a road course near our Colorado home. Having spend many years trailering in our car to the west coast who knew we could spend days on track less than a hundred miles from home. Colorado’s’ High Plains Raceway, just outside the township of Byers and paralleling US Highway 36, was a true surprise. More than two miles long and taking full advantage of the contours of the undulating hills, very quickly we recognized that the designers had incorporated sequences we had encountered on other tracks. Danny’s Turn (turn 6) required a very late apex in order to avoid going off track at the exit reminded us of turn 9 at Big Willow. However, it was the esses “To Hell on a Bobsled” that proved to be the true challenge.

Drivers had to make a choice. Was it similar to the Omega at Willow Springs to simply be negotiated or was it an opportunity to truly attack the track? Entering these esses required an over the shoulder look as you aggressively rotated the car through the entry hairpin that was turn 8 but then it was all downhill and a rapid descent it happened to be. At the bottom of these esses you had a short braking zone before a savage right hand turn where the exit was practically in the dirt. Miss that apex or run off the track and you lost any possible advantage for full acceleration along the short straight that followed. Once again, this sequence called for a full ration of courage otherwise known as a gut-check as that initial hairpin gave you no indication of what was to follow. With experience this became a timing situation where you brain counted down to a very late turn in at the top of the hill.

2023 called for a very big gut-check on the part of Margo and me. Coming out of her second bout of Covid late 2022, Margo struggled with the elevation where we lived. With less than one full atmosphere, normal breathing became problematic. Friends and family have become aware of our situation and this curve ball so late in our lives truly put us off pursuing our daily lives. Just as you cannot see through the hairpin at the top of the Bobsled esses it is fair to say we didn’t see it coming. To work our way through the curves that followed and to set up for the straight that followed, we are looking to move to sea level. This is not an easy decision to make as there is one more curve we have to address that being our grandkids where it is making such decisions hard to accomplish. We have plans to secure a smaller residence near to family but our longer term goal is to be by the seashore but don’t ask us where exactly as this will be the main focus of the coming year.  

Perhaps there is no other track more challenging that Sonoma. At one time it was called Sear’s Point Raceway while at another time Infineon. It has played host to many famous races from NASCAR to Indy and it was where we witnessed the very first on-track Indy experience of our friend Brian and Jan Kenny’s 18-year-old grandson, Colton Herta, make his first appearance. It was also the location of my outing with Mario Andretti in the Indy two-seater that remains a highlight of my times on track.

However, it was also the only time I put our track car into the wall. Making my way down through the esses I missed the entry apex badly such that as I approached the final ess (turn 8) there was no room left and our Corvette snapped-spun on me, rear-ending the wall. Limping back to the pits I knew our weekend was done and yes, we blessed our souls that of late we had elected to trailer our car to track weekends, but ultimately after inspection, the damage was only a minor crack in the energy-absorbing Styrofoam backing behind the rear bumper. Yes, while your seat-of-the-pants indicator can tell you when you made a good pass of the esses so it can quickly communicate that you are truly in trouble.

This is not to say that we aren’t entirely out of the woods but rather to note in passing that 2024 will be a year where many decisions need to be made. While it would be foolish to suggest we will get all of them right, just knowing that it is inevitable that we haven’t seen all possible developments just yet. Who knows how interest rates will affect everyone and who can tell how likely our Windsor home will sell in a timely manner. And who can say where we will wind up living. The only thing we can say with any certainty is that we have no intention of leaving the US, but whether it is west coast or east coast, it may take all year before that question is addressed.

Five years ago, we travelled to Australia for an extended stay. We have plans to do this again shortly but for a shorter period of time. I am looking forward to catching up with family, in particular with my daughter Lisa. Having said that and conscious of the coverage I have given to the esses of west coast road courses it would be remiss of me not to mention perhaps the most famous road course in the world. The venue for the annual Great Race. That’s right, the circuit on top of Mt Panorama located just outside of Bathurst. On my last trip down under, my brother Greg somewhat reluctantly and yet understandably as I hadn’t driven a right-hand vehicle in quite some time, gave me the keys to his Lexus for a parade lap around the course. It was back in October 1974 that I drove my own Holden Torana SLR5000 for a couple of laps around the circuit early on the Sunday morning of the race. Not sure if you can still do that but it was a different times all those years ago.

As I pulled onto the track my brother’s apprehension seemed fully justified as I immediately dropped two wheels onto the grass. But within minutes, the circuit took on a more familiar appearance. Around Hell Corner, up the Mountain Straight, past Griffins Bend on upwards through the cutting. The narrow track surrounded by concrete barriers was intimidation enough but then it was across Skyline and into the sharp descent of the esses. With only that one lap there was not time to think about lines through the esses correct or otherwise but rather more or less a flashback to the Omega at Willow Springs. Just get through the esses in one piece and no more grass-cutting excursions in my brother’s car!

The energy that goes into the daily creative aspects of writing and the nagging but ever-present concerns over the future not just of work but family life are never far from my thoughts. However, what curves, turns and the esses have so often highlighted (and our seats-of-the-pants experiences reinforced) is that keeping an eye focused on the exit no matter how far away is all that is required to successfully negotiate entry into the straight that will clear you from the potential havoc residing just behind you. 2024 is still a matter of being weeks away but getting through the curves of 2023 have set us up for the challenges we just have to face and, in many ways, I can put that down to knowing that Margo and I continue to face them together. 






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