It’s Never Enough

After a season of racing, Ceegar and I finished almost the same number of laps, but I finished two more than he did. After my engine issues in Seattle, after his dropped mirror in Spokane and flat tires and the wreck in Portland, it came down to two laps.

I’m headed north this weekend to get some sort of award for that. It doesn’t mean I’m the best driver, because I’m not, or my car is the fastest, because it’s not. It means I finished with two more laps over four or five races, and it’s a chance to get together with friends.

The organization we race with is letting cars 15 years newer join the fun. I’m all for it if it brings more people out to play, because our sport is dying. But part of me doesn’t think it will make much difference. Kids don’t grow up to be gearheads anymore.

Strange, because we live in a time when the most amazing cars ever sold are coming right from the factory, cars with 600+ horsepower that handle better than the most sophisticated race car of 40 years ago. Better than much of what we run on the track on race weekends.

Putting that kind of firepower in the hands of the untrained is stupidly irresponsible. Eventually enough bad things will happen that nobody will be able to buy these machines.

Instead, Google electric cars will drive us safely to buy crap from China we don’t need sold at whichever shopping mall we programmed in and while we play with our email until we get there. Won’t even have to look outside.

It’s probably time for me to think about slowing down, but I saw a T-shirt years ago that said, “The faster you drive, the slower you age.” Maybe that’s something from Einstein, I don’t know. But for those of us out there every season, it seems to be true. Or maybe we’re just a bunch of aging adolescents who believe it’s true by avoiding the mirror.

At some point, reality is going to catch up with us. I worry about that a little bit. It’s not just kids today who have access to power and speed that might exceed their ability.

Cowboy’s building a new car, Canuck will probably have his finished. Beater will be ready to go in his new Frankenvette. Ceegar will get it done with his Mustang, he always does, and I’m not exactly sitting out here in MiddleofNowhere Oregon waiting for the sun to set.

We may be building cars that are faster than we are. I wonder if something bad is going to happen one of these days because of that. We’re not fly fishing out there. If we coax these thundering, howling beasts up from 160 mph to 167 mph, what might happen? Those are speeds that professional drivers would have loved to turn not that long ago.

Do we have the chops for that? The judgment? What happens if we build bigger engines but don’t have bigger brakes? If parts fail that we amateurs don’t want to spend money on?

I suppose that’s the nature of the game, and we’re still playing. Bigger motors, wider tires, faster cars. Ready or not, here we come. It’s not about awards. We’re still out there because that’s what we do, the cars are faster because that’s what it takes, we keep looking for more because that’s who we are.

It’s never enough.

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About Erik Dolson

Erik Dolson is a writer living in Oregon

2 Responses to It’s Never Enough

  1. Del Mackenzie says:

    Erik, its not about awards,its getting a car to the race track enough times to put together points! To that point it is the Swed and those guys that should be taking home the awards! (yes my awards are at the Sweds). Guys are going to bring their thunder this year, lets just hope that a certain part of their brains are attached to their egos. The T-shirt you echoed from your past only has a portion of truth to it, the falsehood to it has been demonstrated by each and everyone of use that has those awards in the closet! I had a partner that is a professional with a camera come to last year’s NW Historics, the intention; he is good enough to get suspended action at over 160mph, yes I know lots of guys and gals can do it but not quite to the degree I wanted. The out come, Stang left front tire totally off race surface and right front lifting before brakes at turn 2, that kind of Mustang was not meant to fly! Congratulations, see-ya!

  2. Gary Eddings says:

    Just a 4-cylinder Brit car seat-of-pants rallyist, but your thoughts apply here as well. New stuff can out perform on every level and kids don’t have needed access to the junkers to start the gear oil infection. I often speak with a local shop owner ( Vette, ’57 Chevy, etc. Owner) about the dying of the breed. Maybe it is inevitable – but, damn it has been fun.

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