Weekly Roundup: I Need To Be Moved To The Fastest Run Group Edition

The modern equivalent of "Never look a gift horse in the mouth" is "If somebody invites you to race a C5 Z06 in Colorado, you shouldn't ask too many questions about whether they brought enough tires and brake pads for the whole event." Which explains how I found myself looking at six shredded Yoko A-0052s just seven hours into a 24-hour race. How many tires did we bring? Ten. Also, the brake pads were down to one-eighth. How many extra brake pads did we have? One used set.

Needless to say, we didn't exactly set the world on fire for the rest of the race. Still, something good came out of it. Ross Bentley was one of my teammates for the event and I was able to convince him to spend an evening in Ohio working with John at Circleville Raceway Park. The results were immediate and obvious; the kid is now confidently sliding through turns with the throttle pinned.

Click the jump to check out what Bark and I wrote last week and also to see a picture of my rear tire after ninety minutes --- it will help you understand why I found some of the fourth-gear corners a bit unsettling!

Brother Bark told the world about his Civic Type R experience at SCCA Targa Southland.

At TTAC I suggested that hot hatches could cool the planet, discussed the shrinking ecology of new cars, and asked the readers how they would rock a hurricane.

For R&T, I reviewed the Camaro SS 1LE and reminisced about the Macho T\A.

This weekend we're hoping the weather will let us go racing --- kart racing, luckily. No more tires will be delaminated. I hope.