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The Holidays were over and Arizona was calling my name. There is nothing like a crowd under a tent with an open bar to set record numbers for car values. Barrett Jackson is the Big Dog in that space in terms of sheer numbers of cars and they have been dipping into the Porsche ranks the last few years. Gooding & Co skipped Scottsdale this year to expand their offerings at their Amelia Island event in March and it seemed that many of the Pcars didn’t want to wait. There were over 100 Porsches offered with more than 40 911’s. Most were late model water pumpers but there were a few notable air cooled cars.  The biggest number went to a 2005 Carrera GT with only 3300 miles on it. The car was originally black but the seller wanted a red one so he had the car disassembled, painted red and then reassembled. 

A color change didn’t seem to hurt the value as it brought $1.595 million. Right behind it was a low mileage ’97 911 Turbo S that brought over $600k and a ’18 GT2-RS that was close at $577k. The boys all voted for the 911R as the one that they wanted to drive home and a bidder with $445k in his pocket agreed. There was even a ’68 911 that got the Singer treatment (but not by Singer) that was a great package and pulled in $220k.

 

 

I wasn’t that surprised by the prices, everything is more these days, even my Social Security check. I was surprised to find such a list of super cars at Barrett Jackson, the home of Hot Rods and Corvettes.

Even more surprises were in store at the RM Auction. Top Porsche dog was a 959 that brought in $1.682 million with a ’93 Turbo S lightweight close behind at $962k and a ’94 Turbo S for $830k. Big numbers for old cars that can’t be driven to work every day. It does look like we’ll have more people chasing fewer car as the years roll by and that means higher prices every year. If you don’t have the Porsche of your dreams in the garage yet you really don’t  have a lot of time to get it. That’s what I told everyone at the PCA Annual Dinner in 1971 too.

The auctions were a lot of fun but I wanted to see a bit of the old west too so I borrowed Robs diesel BMW X5 and headed toward New Mexico on the old Rt 66. Driving to Gallup, NM I spotted a landmark that I remembered seeing from the back seat of a Studebaker on the way to Columbia MO from LA for Christmas at the Grandparents.

The Wigwam Motel is in Holdbrook, AZ and was constructed using concrete Native American Tee Pees for travelers rooms that could be seen for miles. It was still standing and while they didn’t leave the light on for me, they did park an examples of ‘50’s cars in front of each unit.

My parents always drove straight through without stopping on those 3 day runs and another landmark that we couldn’t stop to see was the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest National Park. I always pictured it as a field of dead trees with different colored piles of sand piled up like a kid at the beach would do. Gas stations along the way did have clear glass bottles in their windows for sale (buy dirt?) with levels of different colored sand so we did have an idea what was over the hill.

 Of course it was a lot more than that and looked like a small Grand Canyon with trees that had been turned to stone. There are a number of scenic viewing spots and a Visitors Center where your tax dollars are a hard at work. A short history lesson showed the path of the trees started 215 million years ago (Maybe with Raquel Welsh? RIP) in what is now South America. I can understand while my Dad would never stop there, we would lose at least ½ day.

Most of the road is now Rt 40 but there are some sections that used to be the old two lane Rt 66 and are marked off with plaques to show what the road to the  west looked like 70 years ago. Certainly worth the trip, especially if you have a diesel in the family that gets 34 mpg and rolls steady at 100 mph

– Tom Tate

As the cloak of winter swirls around the little bit of daylight we get every day the heated garage looks better all the time. The list of winter projects is not as long as some years but the fact that there is one is a comfort.

Somewhere to go and something to do seems to be more important than ever. Certainly trips to the left coast for auctions and the annual 356 Literature Meet are on the schedule but the extra days we had this year after Christmas and New Years needed to be filled with something besides Netflix. There is a feeling that is hard to describe after a job is finished and I can stand back and see the result. 

 The engine is out of the Speedster and is waiting for a replacement crankshaft to come back from the machine shop so there is nothing to do there. The Martini 911 had a brake problem that presented itself as a caliper dragging but I couldn’t narrow it down to which corner. Just as the car would come to a stop under light braking the last 6” felt like I stepped down harder, but I didn’t. Without the brake applied the car would sit still at a traffic light when it felt like it should be moving slightly because of the grade of the pavement. I could never detect a temperature difference between wheels but it still felt strange.

 I figured that replacing the brake fluid was a good place to start so the vacuum system I bought from Griots Garage years ago came out of the cabinet. I always thought that I overpaid for a ½ gal plastic jar with a rubber hose on it but since it has worked out to about $3/year I can’t complain. It’s so old that the clear hose was really stiff and hard to see through so I went to Ace Hardware and got 18” of hose for 70 cents and it looks like new again.  Clearly, it’s the little things that make my day.

 After the brake fluid was topped up and everything tightened I discovered that the left front wheel was dragging a bit. Seems that the rotor, which looked new, was just a little warped and offered some resistance through about half of the rotation. I needed new rotors. The car was still up on jack stands, which was where it would stay until new parts arrived. That was a lesson I learned years ago: don’t put the car on the ground and the tools away until everything has been checked.

 Turns out that the ventilated rotors for a 50 year old Porsche are actually pretty inexpensive. Of course you have to shop around a bit and don’t buy anything from China but at $59 each (from ATE) they were a bargain. The new Porsches with ceramic composite brakes (pccb) have rotors that start at $1300 each and go up from there. You gotta love old cars.  

The rotors arrived in a few days and the job completed in just a few hours. A quick test drive confirmed that all was well and it was back to the trickle charger for Martini, now awaiting the Autocross season.

The next project was another that I had been putting off for a couple of years. The sliding steel sunroof on the Puddle Jumper (’57 356A coupe)had been getting harder and harder to slide and the headliner material in one side was bunching up and dragging. I had put it together 15 years ago so I remembered some of the steps required to take it apart which is why I hadn’t tackled the job sooner.

I got the tracks loosened and slid the upholstered panel out leaving the steel roof panel in place. Sitting by the fireplace one evening (not all garage work in done in the garage ) I put the panel on a card table and could see why the material was not held securely. A metal strip meant to hold the fabric in place had been covered by the material not placed over it. Easy fix, right?

Once I got it glued back in place I let it sit for a couple of days. Meanwhile, I checked the movement on the steel panel before I began reassembly to discover that it was binding even before I put the headliner piece back in place. Not good.  Something wasn’t right.

The aluminum rails that the sunroof slides on are held in place by three screws that are visible through the sunroof opening and have an anchor built onto a rear cross brace just above the rear window. I only know this now because of two members of the 356 Registry that answered my call for help. They each have a sunroof coupe in the middle of restoration and can see back into the rear of the track where I can’t because the headliner in place. The photos they sent answered all my questions.

A small L shaped bracket is spot welded in place and the back end of the aluminum track fits into a small box formed by the bracket. A very simple design. 66 years is a long time to expect a single spot weld to stay in place and one of mine gave up.  That allows the track to move and jam the panel when movement is attempted. The bracket is missing and I believe has fallen down between the headliner and side of the rear pillar. I will attempt to retrieve it, drill a couple of holes and screw it back in place without removing too much of the headliner. I’ll see how that goes, I have all winter to get it done.

If you have trudged all the way to this sentence you are a true car person, or someone made you read it. I will attempt to be less technical in future columns but sometimes I just have to get all this mechanical stuff out and in print. Thanks for staying with me, both of you.

 -KTF  

 It is amazing how ones perspective changes when everything slows down. With high powered cars in the garage it is easy to get caught up in horsepower figures and 0-60 times. Jeff Leeds and I ran the last PCA Rally in the Turbo S and half the job was keeping the speed down so that we could find the answers to the questions along the route. It was done with a lot of second gear and we tied with two other teams for the most right answers and won the drawing for first place and a free detail from Craft Detailing in Dedham. While the 356’s are slow, they can easily keep up with modern traffic and provide a different driving experience than a modern Porsche. You don’t spend any time looking at other cars that may want to “play” and slower speeds give you more time to enjoy the scenery especially in the Fall in New England.   

If you really want to investigate the world around you I suggest a bicycle. Let me explain how I got on that path.

Last Fall, the Boston MBTA shut down one of the subway lines (Orange Line) for 30 days so that repairs, that would normally take 3 years, could be done in just a month. Buses were used and they also offered free Blue Bikes to help folks get around. Blue Bikes have been available for a few years and there are 4000 bikes at 400 sites in 11 communities in the Boston area. With an App on a cell phone (of course) bikes can be rolled out of a docking station and a low speed tour of the city can begin or, a 14 minute walk to work can be done in 4 minutes. I had been looking at those bikes for a while but at what looked like $3.75 per ride it seemed that walking the ¾ mile each way to my office was a better choice. Needless to say the word free caught my attention so I signed up to try it.

The bikes are very heavy duty touring bikes that are designed for people who don’t ride bikes. If the bike isn’t put back in a Docking station when you’re done the bill could be as high as $1200, so it’s not a cheap bike.  The seat is easy to adjust and there are front and rear handbrakes but the best feature is the transmission. I’m not sure how it works but without any derailleurs showing or gear sets exposed, the right side handgrip makes instant gear changes when turned.  Turn it one way and it feels like three foot cranks for a bike length of travel like a cartoon character. Turned the other way and one rotation give what seems like a 100 ft of travel. Most important, its immediate, with no clanking of gears or jerking of the pedals. There are LED lights front and rear that flash when the bike is in motion, a great safety feature and the fenders are enclosed to reduce splashing.

After a few days of use, I was hooked. It was Fall and the very best time to be on a bike in New England when leaves were changing on the Rose Kennedy Greenway and the boats were still in the harbor sailing about.

As the free ride was coming to an end I looked into the costs to continue and it was very reasonable. A one year membership brought the cost down to less than $10 per month. By then it wasn’t just back and forth to the office,  but also lunch rides to the North End and Chinatown. I began to look at where the docking stations were so I could expand the range since membership gives you 45 minute rides at no cost, and   $2.00 for every 30 minutes there after. They don’t want you to take the bikes out for the day so the answer is to just find a Docking Station, park in under 45 minutes and take another one to restart the clock. The fact that there is a Docking Station just out the door at South Station and another across the street from the office on State St makes every trip very easy.

 

 

Street level on a bicycle is a lot different than street level in a car. First of all you’re invisible, nobody sees you and nobody hears you. Not pedestrians, not cars and certainly not trucks or buses.  That just reinforces the bumper sticker that I have on my cars that says: “Loud Cars Save Lives”. I have determined that sidewalks are safer than bike lanes,  but pedestrians are not at all accommodating and really don’t want to share the space. There are Bike lanes but they seem to be the perfect spot for delivery trucks, Uber drivers and Post Office trucks. The trouble is that to get around those stationary objects there are only two choices, get on the sidewalk or swing out into the travel lane to clear fenders and any doors that may suddenly open.  Cars in the travel lane blow the horn at people on bikes because they know you don’t belong there and besides you’re moving too slow.

Riding a bike on city streets gives the rider plenty of time to inspect the pavement for potholes, cracks and even frost heaves this time of year. Bumps that a car wouldn’t feel become a jarring hit on a bike that has zero suspension travel. There are a few holes on State street where the bottom can’t be seen. They’re not big holes, maybe 4” across, so a car tire would roll over easily but a bike tire would actually fall in  while the rider would keep going. I have not been bitten by any obstacles yet, but I am prepared. When my kids found out that I was riding a bicycle in Boston they insisted that I buy a helmet to wear. There is a sign on every Dock that says, according to Mass law, riders 16 and under must wear a helmet and it is recommended for grown ups.  I guess when we get older our heads don’t need protection? What?

Now when I catch the commuter rail into town there is a lightweight helmet hanging off my briefcase . Some of my “train buddies” know that I have been taking a Spin Class every week for the last few years and wanted to know if I was so old that I needed a helmet to be able to ride a stationary bike. Very funny. There is an Allstate ad TV that shows ‘Mayhem’ getting launched off a stationary bike so I guess it could happen but I am careful on both.

Since most of the tourists have left town the streets are not as crowded and there is more space on the sidewalks, but there is still another challenge, Boston weather. The cold can be ignored at least so far but the rain and snow will be another matter. I know that, unlike our winter cars, Blue Bikes will not be switching over to snow tires any time soon so snow covered streets are still an unknown. I have come to some conclusions about riding in the rain however. It turns out that the trip from South Station to my office across from the Aquarium is a 16 minute walk or a 4 minute bike ride. I can hold an umbrella while I am walking (I’ve done it for years) but not while I’m riding a bike. I’m no Mary Poppins. So is it better to walk with an umbrella for 16 minutes or ride a bike without an umbrella for 4 minutes? That depends upon how hard it is raining. The few rainy days so far have been light and the bike has been selected. The one real downpour prompted me to wait a few minutes (that’s how long it takes for Boston weather to change) as the weather App showed the storm passing by soon.  I’ve gotten damp but not really that wet, yet. Snow might be a different matter.  

I do have a couple of those thin plastic rain coverings that I got in a car show goodie bag years ago that I could try. They look like one time use bags folded into a clear plastic envelope about the size of a pack of cigarettes. I know that I could never get them folded back up to the same small envelope so it would be easier to just toss it out. Anyone remember Harry Morgan on Dragnet trying to convince Joe Friday that he could fold up his new plastic raincoat to fit back into the plastic bag it came in?  Send me an email if you do, I’d like to know if anyone my age is still reading this column.

I will be reporting this winter as the snow begins to fall and test my riding skills. Wish me luck, it will be fun.

KTF            

Sometimes the stars align and things just work out fine, sometimes they don’t. This is one of the times that the alignment was right on track. Actually three tracks.

 Porsche owners seem to always be looking for places to exercise their cars whether it’s running errands, going to a Cars and Coffee gathering or a real Road Trip, the key to enjoyment is doing it with other owners. I found a few events that were fun and  bunched together in late Sept before the days started getting short and put the word out.

 I haven’t been up to the Drag races in Epping NH for years and had thought about trying the Launch Control on the, new to me, Turbo S along with one of Rob’s friends who had the same car. Bill Sweeney was sure that he had the faster car and this would be a good way to find out. It was mid week in the evening.

 The following day was SCCA Track Night at the Thompson CT track and PCA NCR had an Autocross at Ft Devens two days later. A perfect week. Perfect enough to convince Rob that he should fly in from Arizona and join us.

 New England Dragway allowed anyone to run a car down the ¼ mile strip as long as it looked like it could make it. Helmets were required but nobody checked to see who’s car you were driving. There were some cars there that looked like their owners might be away on vacation and the keys were left on the kitchen counter. The Track opened at 3 pm, closed at 8pm and for $30 you could make all the passes you wanted to by just getting back in line.

I haven’t run a drag race since I beat a pickup truck with my 356SC with a 17.8 second pass at 75-80 Dragway in Monrovia, MD in 1969. My first and only ¼ mile test. They didn’t know what to do with a small foreign car so I got put in with 6 cylinder pickups. I still have the trophy. I have certainly watched them on cable but it never seemed to me that it took a lot of skill to go straight with the pedal down. Boy, was I wrong.

              Going straight with the Turbo S was easy enough although there was some wiggle when 533hp hit the pavement even with four wheel drive. It was the launch that made all the difference and that was tough to get right even with the PDK transmission assisting. Bill outran me every time with better starts but both cars were under 11 seconds, which is what they call a 10 second car. That means that the elapsed time was less than 11 sec. Mine seemed to be faster at the end, 136 mph vs 132 mph but he still got there first. I red lighted twice, meaning I released the Launch Control before that bottom light went green. Like I said, it isn’t as easy as it looked on TV.

Bill and I had been to SCCA Track Night back in July and were familiar with the program. Three classes, novice, intermediate and advanced with each given three 20 minute sessions. Like a PCA driver education but no instructors and no passengers. Cars were self teched (take all the loose stuff out), put on your helmet and no passing without a point by. That event was run after a day of heavy rain and while we were cautioned about water running across the track it still caught a few by surprise. Including a novice at the end of the front straight  in a Mustang. He found a tire wall that was protecting the flag station with a NJ barrier behind it. He cleared the tires, going end over end, but not the concrete barrier. He must’ve ducked because he wasn’t hurt.

 Rob had spun off in the same spot in my car too but missed anything stationary. We looked at the video later (I have a forward looking camera in the Turbo that runs all the time) and he was surprised how close he was to the path the Mustang took. Rob, with wiggles at almost every turn, struggled to stay ahead of Bills car but I was in Pearl, the  Audi RS4, with new turbos installed, Bridgestone R-71’s and outran them both. We snagged garage space which made the conditions easier to take but boy did it rain.

 I always contend that everyone learns more in the rain and that was certainly the case on this day at Thompson.

  Two days later we were at Ft Devens with all three cars again for a PCA North Country Region Autocross. Clear, sunny day, the very best conditions for standing on a runway all day. A quick course with a decent straight that both Turbos enjoyed. The four door sedan I was driving, not so much due to a lot of  body roll, but it was fun.

Rob complained about the tires on my car (they were 7 years old), but I wasn’t going to replace them until next Spring. Since Bill was on new tires he tossed Rob the keys to his blue bomb (big mistake) and promptly got beat by 2 seconds. Good thing they’re friends.

All in all a terrific week where everyone won, we should do it again next year. If anyone wants to join us just give me a shout at [email protected].

KTF

 

 Catskill Mountain Tour

 Perfect weekend weather, a German resort in the New York Catskill mountains, a group of friends and a Porsche 356, what could be better? The event was set up to run every other year in the same manner as the Helen GA event down south. It was ready to go in 2020 but put on hold as Covid 19 blanked out our schedule. We finally got the all clear this year and 68 people with 38 Porsches (including a 968, 914, Cayenne) arrived on a Thurs afternoon. We had many of our southern Tub owners attend, one from Sebring FL in a Speedster (1400 miles) and 6 others from FL and GA.

Riedlbauer’s Resort has been in the town of Round Top, NY since the 1930’s, with the current family running the program since 1978. The rooms are basic (there is a TV but no Fridge) and the buildings are well kept (think Dirty Dancing ), and there is a terrific bar with a huge German Mug collection.



Meals are part of the package so you don’t have to chase food every day. With all the driving and exploring we did we missed a few meals but breakfast was waiting every morning and one of the dinners we had was a terrific of German dish called Jagerschnitzel). The last night had a BBQ outside under cover with fire pits all around.

 The first group tour was to one of the original round barns left in NY. Tour books made sure that we saw as much of the countryside as possible and that was lovely. Some of these roads look like they came from the north GA mountains.

We had lunch as a group at a local Grange Hall (remember those?) put together by Paul and Sybil Margaritis. Terrific food under a tent by a small stream. A great time.

On Sat after breakfast, we drove over to Unobtainium Inc in Ravena NY  a company owned by Adam and Matt  Wright who supply used parts to our little band of drivers that we can’t get anywhere else. Hence, the company name. They supplied the standard coffee and donuts/bagels that were definitely not German.

 

Then on to Reinbeck for lunch and a quick drive over to the Aerodrome for an airshow featuring some planes that were over 100 years old. With a skit that involved throwing a dummy out of an open cockpit and chased by old time Cops (no guns).

 

Dinner the last night was on the property at Nussy’s Bier Garten which was all you could eat with free beer & wine. Well, at least until dark, they didn’t want to have any of the old people get lost in the woods. Fire pits were taking the chill out of the air  and added to long tales of previous Porsche gatherings. We all parked in the field together as the Bier Garten was open to the community and they were there too.

All in all a terrific Porsche weekend.  

The story above was written for publication in the National 356 Registry magazine but the real story (back story?) is below.

I actually had two of these Tubs at the event, the Speedster that I drove out and the Puddle Jumper that I loaned to a friend from Seattle who wanted to attend but didn’t want to drive 3000 miles to get there.

I had spent a couple of weeks going over the sunroof coupe and in the process had replaced the oil cooler and adjusted the clutch cable twice. I drove the car to Logan Airport and tossed Tom the keys. He seemed pleased with his ride for the week and met a group on the Mass Pike the next day for the trip to the Catskills. I followed the day after, meeting another Speedster owner at the same westbound rest area. It was a perfect day for a Speedster ride until mile number 146 when the car began to lose power and the temperature gauge headed to the red area. I was only a mile from the Lee rest area so I just let it roll in and got out to take a look. The movement on the generator pulley told me that something serious had broken inside the engine and that drive was over.

The Mass Pike has some strange rules about towing a car on the roadway so instead of calling AAA I phoned a friend who was just a ½ hour off the end of the Pike. Adam Wright is in Ravena NY and with his brother, Matt, owns a company called Unobtainium, who we were going to visit on Sat. See above. He dropped everything, jumped in his truck, brought a flatbed trailer and loaded up Blackie for the trip to his shop. He said that he thought he could sell the car pretty quick even with a bad engine. Ha Ha. Adam wouldn’t take any money for the help, said he just wanted the help credited to his Karma account. Another member had his 356 fail on the Pike the day before and it cost him almost $800 to get it back to West Newbury, MA. Ouch !  

                       I called friends who had already checked into the Resort and they came and picked me up and I gave Tom the bad news that I was going to need that coupe back. We had other backup choices so that worked out just fine as he was happy to trade the coupe for a little more luxury in a Porsche Cayenne.  

                          That arrangement was looking just fine for a couple of days until the clutch began to adjust itself on Saturday and not in the right way. As I pulled into the Reinbeck municipal parking lot on the way to lunch the clutch cable snapped and I was looking for another tow. Boy, these cars are fun.  

                          AAA was there in less than ½ hour for a trip back to the Resort. My friend Jeff had a spare clutch cable (he carries everything and never needs anything) and the job began as soon I could get it jacked up. I was pretty deep into the job when the troops returned from the air show and then I had lots of help. Only one member, Chris, actually got his hands dirty but I couldn’t have done it without him as it is a two man job. Everyone else stood around holding their beer and giving advice that wasn’t needed but all in good fun. Everything got buttoned up before the BBQ started and when the Puddle Jumper drove up to the parking area it got a big round of applause.

 The only other glitch was a short one on the ride home. I didn’t seem to have enough power to keep up with the 4 car caravan on ride back to Boston on Sunday and though I might have another engine going away. 45 minutes was enough time to over think the problem and I concluded that I had not put the bolt under the gas pedal in far enough and I was only getting ½ throttle. A quick turn with a 10mm wrench and it was back to full power and easy to keep up.

As any reader can see there is always more to the story with these old cars, we just remember the good part.

KTF

 

Welcome to the Home of the Porsche Club of America’s Northeast Region!

Below are some helpful links to the activities shown in the NER PCA flyer you received, as well as contact information for the experts who can answer any questions you have on each type of activity.

If you have ideas for additional events we could plan or would like to volunteer for existing activities, please feel free to email me at [email protected].
We can always use help keeping our members connected through communications on our website, writing articles for us to publish, event planning, or if you have technical expertise, we welcome any and all perspectives to ensure members are getting the most out of the club!

If you are already a member of NER PCA and don’t currently receive our News email which goes out around the 15th of the month, please reach out to me on that as well. I will provide information on how to update the email address on file with PCA National.

On behalf of NER’s board of directors and myself personally, thank you for stopping by to check out what the club has to offer and we look forward to meeting you at one of our future events!
Lisa Burke
NER PCA Membership Chair

Full calendar of club events: https://porschenet.com/events/
Recurring weekly events not listed in the calendar:
Sim Racing, Tuesdays at 8pm
Cape Cod Porsche Gruppe Cars & Coffee, Saturdays 7:30am

Concours: https://porschenet.com/activities/concours/
Chair: David Melchar, [email protected]

Driver Education: https://porschenet.com/activities/driver-education/
Chairs: Adam Schwartz & Charles Kenney
Registrar & Safety: Stan Corbett, [email protected]

Ramble: https://porschenet.com/activities/the-new-england-ramble/
Ramblemeister: Dennis Friedman, [email protected]

Sim Racing: https://www.facebook.com/groups/810156892838722
Chair: Robert Galejs, [email protected]

Autocross: https://porschenet.com/activities/autocross/
Chair: Chris Ryan, [email protected]
Registrar: Jeff Johnson, [email protected]

Social Activities: https://porschenet.com/activities/social-events/
Chairs: Glenn Champagne & Betty Mae Mosley [email protected]

Facebook groups to connect with other members:
• Main group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/northeastregionpca
• Autocross: https://www.facebook.com/groups/260319394517298
• Technical: https://www.facebook.com/groups/3572353792857260
• Sim Racing: https://www.facebook.com/groups/810156892838722
• Cape Cod Gruppe: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1570367176509558

 The summer of ’22 has been going as  fast as that Hot Rod Lincoln that turned telephone poles into a picket fence (look it up). June is gone and July has rounded the last turn. There have been great rides, lots of car shows, some great races, a few hiccups and some great stories along the way. Sometimes the short stories are the best. Here are a few.

 I’m a big believer in Karma, although I was late to the party. You Tube has endless clips of Cops being there when they’re needed, bikers kicking car doors and then crashing, and all sorts of examples of fate getting even with dummies. My most recent example was on a test drive in the ’72 911.

  I don’t drive it as much as I should, so when I had an opportunity to make a little noise with it last week, I took it. After warming up the oil, which took a few miles on the back roads in Medfield, I stopped at a T intersection to open the Speed Box on my phone to check the accuracy of the speedo. There were no cars about when I stopped, but before I was ready to go right, a Prius had pulled up behind me  to also turn right and began to blow the horn. I quickly rolled around the corner onto the shoulder, stopped and let him proceed.  The road was a long straight that goes past the town Transfer Station with plenty of visibility for a speedo test. I got on it through four gears and was closing in on the “battery box” at a relatively high rate of speed. It was a 55 mph zone and he was doing everything he could to exceed it.

I thought for a moment that I should just blow by him to show how a real car goes, but since he seemed to be exceeding 70 mph (probably as fast as it would go), that seemed too easy, so I backed off as we crested a rise in the road. By then I was about 100 yards behind and was the second car to see the Medfield police car up on the left with a radar gun pointed down range. Of course the cruiser lit up the lights and made a U turn as we drove by. Imagine my surprise when he passed me and pulled over the Prius.  I rolled by as quietly as I could, some days things just go right.

The ’72 also delivered a great victory to me in the form of a minor repair. After the Endicott Estate car show (1100 entries, 35 imports ??) I drove home and put the car in the garage. As I closed the driver’s door the latch wouldn’t catch on the second click. Strange, it worked just fine the last 15 years. I thought that I would take the latch out and see if it could be fixed. Also, that window has been hard to roll up and down for years, maybe that could be addressed “while I was there”. To repair or replace the latch, the armrest, door panel, and window frame had to come out first. I discovered that new door latches for a 50 year old car were not available but there were some good used ones on eBay. Sometimes these wear items can be renewed with a new spring, a little cleaning or a little massaging so I dove into the job without a replacement part in hand.

I have the luxury of having more than one car available so if a job doesn’t get finished the same day, it’s not a big deal. Years ago when the only car we had was needed to get to work every day, a job wasn’t started unless all the parts needed were on hand. Sure enough, the shaft on the latch itself was worn so badly that it wouldn’t hold it straight  enough to keep the door closed tight. So it was back to eBay  to buy a used one on the left coast. The garage light went off for the night with tools and parts all over the floor. With the kids well out of the house, everything is always exactly where I left it when I get back to the job.

 I don’t drive it as much as I should, so when I had an opportunity to make a little noise with it last week, I took it. After warming up the oil, which took a few miles on the back roads in Medfield, I stopped at a T intersection to open the Speed Box on my phone to check the accuracy of the speedo. There were no cars about when I stopped, but before I was ready to go right, a Prius had pulled up behind me  to also turn right and began to blow the horn. I quickly rolled around the corner onto the shoulder, stopped and let him proceed.  The road was a long straight that goes past the town Transfer Station with plenty of visibility for a speedo test. I got on it through four gears and was closing in on the “battery box” at a relatively high rate of speed. It was a 55 mph zone and he was doing everything he could to exceed it.

I thought for a moment that I should just blow by him to show how a real car goes, but since he seemed to be exceeding 70 mph (probably as fast as it would go), that seemed too easy, so I backed off as we crested a rise in the road. By then I was about 100 yards behind and was the second car to see the Medfield police car up on the left with a radar gun pointed down range. Of course the cruiser lit up the lights and made a U turn as we drove by. Imagine my surprise when he passed me and pulled over the Prius.  I rolled by as quietly as I could, some days things just go right.

The ’72 also delivered a great victory to me in the form of a minor repair. After the Endicott Estate car show (1100 entries, 35 imports ??) I drove home and put the car in the garage. As I closed the driver’s door the latch wouldn’t catch on the second click. Strange, it worked just fine the last 15 years. I thought that I would take the latch out and see if it could be fixed. Also, that window has been hard to roll up and down for years, maybe that could be addressed “while I was there”. To repair or replace the latch, the armrest, door panel, and window frame had to come out first. I discovered that new door latches for a 50 year old car were not available but there were some good used ones on eBay. Sometimes these wear items can be renewed with a new spring, a little cleaning or a little massaging so I dove into the job without a replacement part in hand.

 I have the luxury of having more than one car available so if a job doesn’t get finished the same day, it’s not a big deal. Years ago when the only car we had was needed to get to work every day, a job wasn’t started unless all the parts needed were on hand. Sure enough, the shaft on the latch itself was worn so badly that it wouldn’t hold it straight  enough to keep the door closed tight. So it was back to eBay  to buy a used one on the left coast. The garage light went off for the night with tools and parts all over the floor. With the kids well out of the house, everything is always exactly where I left it when I get back to the job.

KTF

We missed you! Yes, I’m talking to you.  You didn’t go to the Watkins Glen 3-day DE in August and you missed a helluva good event.  (OK, you over there.  You did go – I saw you – and I know you agree with me.)  First and foremost we had fantastic weather:  nice dry high 70’s and cool at night.  (Perhaps we can thank Buzz Bean for his non-directed kidney donation that brought incredible karma. Kidding aside, that’s one magnificent gesture!)  Then we had an incident free weekend with only a couple of significant car problems.  One was Paul Skinner’s attempt at mosquito control on the front straight. The other was Gary Hebner’s car failure which led to another very nice act:  Larry and Laura Tambascio drove their track car home so that Gary’s car could ride on their trailer back to Providence, well out of their way!

Then there was the BBQ.  Thanks to Judy Mansing and Pam Mascetta for their continued excellence in running our social events.  The food was provided by Dinosaur BBQ and included some of the best ribs and brisket over which your reporter has ever smacked lips – and there was a lot of it – leftovers at the track the next day! And held at a really cool place:  Iroquois Lodge in the State Park where we could spread out, enjoy a huge lawn and then have nice covered seating.  And did I mention the wine and beer selection (Judy is in the business and knows her stuff)? The featured beer for IPA fans was a NY beer aptly named Wrench – 7.1 percent and a 16-ouncer.  So good I’ll have another, thanks. How about a third?  All gone but there are still Lagunitas.  (The DE Crier – not driving that evening – was not so happy the following morning.  However, let the record show no sessions were missed.)

 

 

We also had a little special entertainment in the form of fancy race car drivers visiting us on Friday.  Our lunch break was extended an hour so that 4 NASCAR drivers could do orientation laps in advance of participating in the Watkins Glen event on August 21st.  Most notable among them was Kimi Raikkonen (ex-F1 champion) who was joined by Ross Chastain and Daniel Saurez and Trackhouse Racing owner and former racer, Justin Marks. By NASCAR rules they couldn’t be on the track within a week of the event (dictating Friday) nor could they use regular NASCAR racers – so they drove Camaro ZL1’s, identical except for color.  Without knowing which driver was in which car you had a choice of rooting for White, Black, Maroon or Silver.  Our informal timing had them at 1:18’s on the NASCAR layout (a good NASCAR Cup Car time is 1:10) so they were going pretty good, but there was not the “racing is rubbing” that I expect from NASCAR, nor were they totally over the curbing in Turn 1.  But still entertaining.  I don’t know who won but Silver had a problem and had to retire.

And speaking of Turn 1, please see the recent article by Br1anna Croteau with a nice tale of exuberance leading to a good learning experience.

The DE dog report showed the usual attendance by Hank and Silver (who have been nominated as co-mascots).  They were joined by newbie Skipper (whose person is Bobby Jacobsen’s sister).  

And, almost finally, thanks to Adam Schwartz for his years of service as Track Chair (including some very trying times during the Covid).  He officially turned the reins over to Charlie Kenney who will continue the strong leadership we have enjoyed.

And, really finally, here are the promotions during the event.  Congratulations and thanks to the instructors who made them happen…

Placement in Blue

Scott Schermerhorn (new to us so we had an instructor ride with him to determine where he belongs)

 

Green to Yellow

Ryan Cataldo

Melanie Randall

 

Yellow to Blue

Nicolas Renaud (went from green to blue)

Gregory Cheshier

Olivia Bostian

Brandon George (went from green to blue)

 

Blue to White

Yutong Duan

Larry Tambascio

Chris Necchi

Rob Kuebel

 

White to Black

Gary Hebner

Yun Ling

Fernando Presser

By: Bill Seymour