Hats off from me. I think Rally drivers are totally bonkers and extremely skilled drivers. Not sure where the balance is, but I'm always impressed by Rally drivers. You guys seem fearless.....
I've never won a cent of prize money. I've got a bunch of trophies that cost an awful lot of money to win
Alex...(4129)....I second the sentiments, to run in Rally takes an altogether different breed of courage mixed with a little insanity!
Having run most of the time on a shoe string budget, as an private entrant, I was never afforded the luxury of buying my way to the grid. Every effort to compete against the big money entrants was my satisfaction...Ours was a brother venture, where we pooled our sweat and spare change for the chance to accomplish a dream.
I recall one rainy cold weekend at Lime Rock...I had to load and trailer up by myself, drive all night to get to the track where I was to meet my brother the following morning. After sleeping in the van, pushing the car to get it through tech, no breakfast, then the sky opened up.
I had one set of fresh slicks for the weekend...that's it...a fellow competitor offered me a ratty set of rains as the stewards would not let me on the track with dry tires. What to do?
Lying in the mud, off came the slicks, to head over to the Goodyear service truck to have the rains mounted. Made it with 10 minutes left to qualifying and put in only one flying lap. My time put me on the next to last row...30Th!
I was really frustrated, ready to pack it in and call it a lesson learned...suddenly the sun came out!
Still with no help, I figured, if the track dried enough, I'd gamble and start on the slicks with every one else on wets...back to the service truck to have the tires swapped over again. I was just about finished when my brother finally arrived. He had spun off the road earlier that morning and had to wait to get towed out of ditch.
I still had not eaten anything, it was close to race time and the track was still damp. I went over to race control and asked if I would be allowed to start on dry tires...throwing caution to the wind they said it was my call.
In the end, it turned out to be the most satisfying day in my racing career. I took the chance while everyone was on rains, my slicks started to work by lap four, and from dead last I passed 20 cars in the remaining eleven laps to finish 12Th.
I learned a lot that day...not for racing, but more for life, as never to give up on your dreams, no matter how tired, hungry or wet you get.