The people:
Friendly. Helpful. Understanding. Instructive? Not really, but driving fast is either your thing or it isn't (in which case, stay right on the front straightaway so I can pass, you @#$%).
Half kidding.
They leave cones on the side of the track to mark braking zones and apexes, and they tell you how to look for and use them. Don't play bumper cars. Don't try drifting. Don't be stupid. Etc, etc, etc.
The track:
Chuckwalla Valley Raceway. Pretty far from anything resembling civilization, thanks to NIMBYism and noise regulations. Lots of sand blowing around; bring eyedrops. Turn 9 (blind off-camber left) is a doozy.
The car:
Essentially just a steel tub with an engine and four wheels. It's supposedly based on a Formula Ford but probably detuned to keep n00bs like me alive. Very narrow powerband (~4-5k rpm), 4 gears, H pattern shifter. I suspect the rev limiter is artificially low so you can't actually overrev the thing even if you tried. No, I didn't try.
Hard, grooved tires and lots of sand means grip is pretty low. Mash the brakes and you'll lock em up (no ABS!), overcook it into a corner and you'll spin. Yes, I did spin.
The cockpit is narrow, the pedals are not spaced for any sort of heel-toe action unless you're wearing high heels or can dislocate your ankle on command. The gas pedal feels like 4 inches below the brake, and the brake pedal only has like half an inch of travel, if even that. Downshifting: clutch in, grab one gear down, pop the clutch. Tires chirp -- this means they are losing traction briefly, so only downshift while traveling in a straight line. You've been warned.
Miscellaneous:
No Corvettes around, but nobody there had requested them. Two Boxsters were there. Yes, you will get passed by some dbag in an slushbox Porsche while he's checking his lipstick and mascara with the air conditioner on (just like the 405 back in SoCal!). But that's not what you paid for, is it?
Some pictures were taken. I have no idea what happened to them.
I had 15 mins of track time. That's plenty to get a taste for the experience unless you already do this sort of thing often, in which case you probably want the full blown racing school or just bring your own car to a track day instead.
Oh, and I spent way too much time sucking exhaust fumes. If you want to pass, you pretty much have to ride the guy's gearbox until you get a radio signal to pass.
All in all, memorable. Would I go back? Hmmm. read more