First race weekend - Skippy School - Day 2

Day 2 of the Skippy weekend was even less eventful than the first day. I was on Station 11, which is Turn 7, the Toe of the Boot. This is a right-hand, uphill hairpin at the end of a short chute, and depending on the cars and drivers, either very quiet, or very chaotic.

Today would be quiet. Peaceful, in fact. Almost to the point of eeriness. After all, this corner looks like some lush park, which just happens to have a race track snaking through.

Coming into the corner, approaching us.








Going uphill away from us.








I was partnered with another veteran, Jan. He had me working the flags all day and did all the radio duties himself. After the previous day's radio debacle, I was content to focus on one set of duties.










We had a couple lazy spins uphill from us, and one scary spin right in front of the station, but other than that, we listened to the action on the radio. It seemed that everything was happening somewhere else, including some tremendous crashes which I'm sure emptied a few bank accounts to fix. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

A truly terrific day. Impeccable weather. Beautiful scenery. And racing.

This is the life.