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- Concord, CA
- kylehnat
Okay, so I recently had some extra zoom-zoom installed in my loyal automobile. Of course it's more fun to drive, and it feels quicker, but it must be quantified, or it doesn't count. About a month ago, I hooked up with a local Mazda club, and we headed down to Portland International Raceway for the Saturday night, run-what-ya-brung drag races. Having never done it before, I wasn't stellar, but improved a lot throughout the night, finally settling on a 16.48. A Road & Track road test listed 16.3 as the 1/4 mile time for an '04 Mazda3 5-Door, so I figured I hadn't done too poorly for my first time. Much attention was needed to the launch, as the super-sticky racetrack is none too friendly to transmissions and suspensions. To be cautious, I erred on the side of wheelspin, which surely hindered my times.
After some conversations with a few co-workers who also race, we worked out some techniques I should try to be better off the line. Hence, Mission 15.99 was born. Quite simply, the goal was to get the car into the 15's, where it belongs. Tonight, I had a go at it. I showed up in Portland with 100 lbs. less fuel, 10 lbs. less tire pressure, and more bravado (testosterone-induced stupidity) than last time.
I was one of the first on track, so I got to slither around in the burnout-box mush before laying down a less-than-impressive 16.99. No matter, as the track would surely improve. Fifteen minutes later, Run #2 pitted me against a Miata. I beat him off the line and through the 1/8th pylon, but he pipped me at the last second to take the win light. Of course, all I cared about was the time, and it was close: 16.07. Run# 3 proved to be no better, as I started to play with flat-shifting from 2nd to 3rd and 3rd to 4th, so I took it a little easy.
I wasn't sure if a praying mantis humping my tire was good luck or bad, but one thing was certain: if I wanted to meet the goal, I didn't need to be hauling his fat ass around.
The fourth run put me up against a feisty Eagle Talon. Again, I beat him out of the hole, and couldn't see him for most of the run, but right at the end, glory was snatched away. Or was it? On the timeslip, there was not a 16 to be seen! Mission 15.99 had been accomplished by a whole .008!
Still with half the night to go, I knew I could improve even more. On Run #6, I had a visit from the wheel-hop monster, and had to let up (I do quite like my axle in one piece). Thinking the run was toast, an obscenity was muttered at a rather high volume. However, upon reaching the line, I noticed that my speedometer needle had cleared 85 for the first time (indicated: it reads a hair low). Could it be? Why, yes, it was the fastest time after all!
15.98 @ 86.3 mph. The only thing better than 15.99 is indeed 15.98.
One last go, and I knew I'd go faster this time. I raced a Cavalier, the run was perfect, and for the first time ever, the win light came on in my lane! Sadly, the time was 16.1, but it was a fine way to end the night. After that, I re-inflated my tires (TPMS did not appreciate the 25 psi I ran with) and drove home.
Awww, ain't it cute?
Mission Accomplished.
After some conversations with a few co-workers who also race, we worked out some techniques I should try to be better off the line. Hence, Mission 15.99 was born. Quite simply, the goal was to get the car into the 15's, where it belongs. Tonight, I had a go at it. I showed up in Portland with 100 lbs. less fuel, 10 lbs. less tire pressure, and more bravado (testosterone-induced stupidity) than last time.
I was one of the first on track, so I got to slither around in the burnout-box mush before laying down a less-than-impressive 16.99. No matter, as the track would surely improve. Fifteen minutes later, Run #2 pitted me against a Miata. I beat him off the line and through the 1/8th pylon, but he pipped me at the last second to take the win light. Of course, all I cared about was the time, and it was close: 16.07. Run# 3 proved to be no better, as I started to play with flat-shifting from 2nd to 3rd and 3rd to 4th, so I took it a little easy.

I wasn't sure if a praying mantis humping my tire was good luck or bad, but one thing was certain: if I wanted to meet the goal, I didn't need to be hauling his fat ass around.
The fourth run put me up against a feisty Eagle Talon. Again, I beat him out of the hole, and couldn't see him for most of the run, but right at the end, glory was snatched away. Or was it? On the timeslip, there was not a 16 to be seen! Mission 15.99 had been accomplished by a whole .008!
Still with half the night to go, I knew I could improve even more. On Run #6, I had a visit from the wheel-hop monster, and had to let up (I do quite like my axle in one piece). Thinking the run was toast, an obscenity was muttered at a rather high volume. However, upon reaching the line, I noticed that my speedometer needle had cleared 85 for the first time (indicated: it reads a hair low). Could it be? Why, yes, it was the fastest time after all!

15.98 @ 86.3 mph. The only thing better than 15.99 is indeed 15.98.
One last go, and I knew I'd go faster this time. I raced a Cavalier, the run was perfect, and for the first time ever, the win light came on in my lane! Sadly, the time was 16.1, but it was a fine way to end the night. After that, I re-inflated my tires (TPMS did not appreciate the 25 psi I ran with) and drove home.

Awww, ain't it cute?
Mission Accomplished.
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