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(continued form page 2) Unhappy but undaunted you do the practice bit, not pushing, just digging the hill. Practice over, you make it back to the pad. Realising how alone you are, you take out the prayer wheel, blow a few tunes, and take it to the rack. The next day is the nicest, the sun, the warmest, and the birds swinging like Charlie Parker. Well, Daddy-o, everyone is lined up to make the bit. This looks the easiest, those cats are just floating up. Then it's getting pretty close to your turn. You start to worry about tire pressure and how come the tech cat didn't see you dragging your desert boot to stop the car. By the time you're on the starting grid you're hoping for Conrad Steiner to come tie off your urethra. Then the starting one looks over and does "Make it, Prez." The next thing you know you're in orbit, flat out at siz thousand and grooving like Arturo Toscannini. You do a bit with a haybale, spin out in the ess, and damn near (or so it seems to you) spin out at the finis. But you make it. Earthman come home. It's too late for the license gig so you sit back and plan for next year. A WARNING TO GIANTS: Look out for a Nike-Ajax disguised as a stocker-than-stock M.G.  |
(continued from page 1) When the club first began to go forth and enter events sponsored by other clubs, this name was a contributing factor to our rapid recognition. Nobody ever forgot the name, or at least, not the latter portion. Another departure from the norm was the idea of frequent meetings. A club was desired where everybody knew one another. The only way to get to know someone is by frequent contact; therefore, weekly meetings were decided upon. In the course of development, it was decided to restrict membership and make a certain percent of meetings and participation in events mandatory. This is indeed a radical departure, but it was felt that to have a club worth belonging to, everyone has to participate to get that feeling of unity and camaraderie. This also impresses those outside the club and we have gained a reputation for supporting other clubs events "en masse." Switching over to the competition side, the club was originally intended as primarily a social group. Soon, however, one member decided to try a little competition. Rallies led to Gymkhanas which led to Hillclimbs which led to the ultimate - Driver's School. Again, non-competing members are drawn together to support those who enter events and have a chance to enjoy real competition albeit vicariously. After standing around the pits at Lime Rock (where our entries always have the maximum allowable pit crew) many have gradually become participants. If the trend continues as it most likely will, next year will probably see a substantial majority of the members holding competition licenses. Yet, in spite of a healthy surge toward competition of a more vigorous type, the club has not forgotten those not inclined toward the rigors of road racing due to either personal or financial reasons (the latter being the most prevalent). The club's first gymkhana drew (besides the members) a grand total of siz entries. Contrast this with the club's latest gymkhana where it was necessary to turn away twenty odd entrants over and above a limit of 120. Nor has the club forgotten social aspects. The first
attempts at social gatherings consisted of getting together |