It was a long week of long days and short nights. But lots of great racing. I refer to the Petit Le Mans at Road Atlanta, located in Braselton, GA. Luckily my daughter (who had even shorter nights and longer days) lives a whopping 9/10 of a mile away from the track so I could sleep at least one hour more a night.
My job was actually three in one. I was liaison between the main sanctioning body (IMSA) and the track; logger; communicator. Time off? What time off. Thankfully a friend was there with me to help with the liaison and logging jobs. My job as communicator was to relieve the IMSA communicator and do the communicating for the other groups that weren't IMSA. Although I don't think I've quite caught up on sleep I'm close to it.
My daughter K, bless her, did all the registration of the workers. The morning meetings were early (7:00) so she would get up at ogodthirty to make sure there was hot coffee and a nosh or two. Then she stayed up until the end of the day social was pretty much over. Like I said, long days, short nights. Cars were on the course at 8:00 a.m. and went to at least 6:00 p.m. And one day went until 9:00 p.m. so the main race group could have night practice.
And everyone who worked this event was a volunteer. Yup, that's right. A volunteer. Try getting a younger person to work those hours for nothing but a shirt and cap! Why do we do it? Because we love the sport.
Well, I've lots of catching up to do here at the cabin. Best get to it. Y'all have a beautimous day and remember: what we think we become.