Working for a race team is one of the most rewarding, stressful, satisfying, gut-wrenching, thrilling, exhausting, beautiful jobs I’ve ever had.
I’ve worked in racing for eight years now, 11 if you count internships, but this year was very different. I started the year scared shitless. I’m not entirely sure why. I knew what I needed to do and how to do it, I had the tools to do it, I knew the right people to help. The scary part was probably being my own boss and the fear of screwing up really big and it being all my fault and getting yelled at.
I screwed up a couple of times. I wonder if anyone noticed. I noticed. I beat myself up. But also, along the way, I discovered I’m pretty damn good at things I’ve never done before. It’s a proud moment to find hidden talents and know that when dropped into the deep end you can swim… and climb out and do a triple lindy back into the deep end if needed. Continue reading
Racing is so glamorous isn’t it? The sounds of Porsches, Ferraris and Corvettes mixing with the sights of short skirts, chrome and Patrick Dempsey’s hair. The smell of exhaust, sweat and champagne waft past as your feet pound the pavement and the sun pounds your skin. Yes, all this could have been yours this weekend… in Alton, Virginia.
What? You don’t know where Alton, Virginia is? It’s right next to Milton, North Carolina. Milton? That’s down the road from Danville, Virginia. C’mon, you’ve never been to Danville? Dude, there’s an Outback Steakhouse there! Continue reading
Everything is bigger in Texas: the food, the race tracks, the storms, the news… the disappointment.
Things were looking good when we rolled into Circuit of the Americas in Austin, Texas. The boys put the car back together in impressive fashion and we were quick right off the truck.
It was fricking HOT in Texas though! Who on earth decided we should race in Texas when it’s 95 degrees pretty much all day long? Probably people that work in air conditioning all day and have minions to follow them around with umbrellas and wet towels. Continue reading
I work for a race team. A really awesome, fast, kick ass, respected race team. This is the first time I’ve worked for a team. Previously, I’ve always worked for a racing series. I’m still struggling to feel a part of the team. I’m the new kid and I’m the one that is around the least since I don’t work at the race shop and on race weekends my duties often keep me far from the cars and crew.
Since I’ve come on board, we’ve won twice, and it felt amazing. But, even though people congratulated me, I never felt like “I” won. I never turned a wrench, changed a tire or agonized over data. I was just proud of my team because “they” won. Continue reading
So you know how I always have this excuse for falling off the face of the earth and not blogging… I call it “work.” While hanging my head in shame that I didn’t get a blog post up yesterday, it occurred to me that maybe my “work” is interesting enough to blog about. It’s interesting enough for a crapton of Instagramming! I keep putting “work” in quotes because… can working in car racing really be work? Traveling to a different race track each weekend, your desk is pit lane, surrounded by fast and gorgeous race cars, preparing for a live TV broadcast… Well, yeah, it’s a lot of work.
The days start with a 6:30 AM departure from the hotel and, if you’re lucky (and it’s not race day), you’ll leave the track around 7:30 PM. Each day is like running a marathon, whilst juggling; you have to keep each driver on task with their list of interviews and fan appearances for the day (often there is more than one thing happening at a time). FYI, race car drivers are like squirrels; they are quick and nimble, distracted by shiny things, and quick to escape when you need them. All day you have to remember to update your social media feeds with what’s going on and take photos of everything. The team’s website will also need constant updating. Then, at the end of the day, when you’re exhausted, sweaty, sun burnt, sore and have a headache, you must sit and write a press release (and cross your fingers that the internet in the media center works). If you’re lucky, the hotel is 30 minutes or less away from the track, but as most race tracks are in the middle of nowhere, don’t be shocked if you’re looking at a 45-minute drive back to the hotel. Continue reading
So I fell off the map again for two weeks – what you want to do about it? It’s a blog, not a job. I went on vacation. Sort of.
I was playing with Porsches.
I was gazing at beaches.
I was eating peanut butter and jelly cupcakes.