Racing takes a physical toll. A 3 day race weekend went like this. Friday afternoon...after getting up at 4 am and working all day, I'd drive ten minutes north of my house and pick up the trailer at my friends farm where I kept it and drive back to the house. I'd then load up the car, roll around tool cabinet and upright roll around compressor and drive one hour to the track. I'd then unload the car, set the tire pressures and check the weather station to set the AF. I'd then make a pass and check the PL log. If I found no anomalies then I'd make one more practice pass. I'd then check the PL log and load the car and everything up and drive one hour home. I'd unload the car and everything and bring the trailer back to my friends barn, drop it off and head home. I'd be up at 5am Saturday morning, drive north and pick up the trailer and return home. I'd load up and drive the hour back to the track, unload, set the car up and make my 3 dial in runs in the morning. I'd then race till eliminated. I'd load all up again, drive the 1 hour home, unload and take the trailer back. I'd repeat it all over again at 5am Sunday morning for the Sunday race. If I hurt anything on either day then it would be a full on thrash during the week to make the next weekend race that was closest to me. Looking back, I don't know how I physically did it all those years. I had the time of my life...and I wouldn't trade it for anything. If I could roll the clock back, I'd do it again.
