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078 TRAVEL REPORT: NORTH CAROLINA<br />
The first round went to Biffle, but I was determined to get the<br />
best of him. Unfortunately, “determination” and “success” are not<br />
the same thing.<br />
THE MAIN INTERACTIVE AREA IS ON THE SECOND<br />
floor and features exhibits that allow visitors to set tire pressures,<br />
choose shocks and pretend they’re in the broadcast booth calling a<br />
race. First mission: Set up the car. Sitting down at the crew chief ’s<br />
console, the screen took us through a quick tutorial on shocks,<br />
tire pressure and changes in weather. My confidence was growing:<br />
“Hey, this guy’s a driver. What does he know about setting up a<br />
car?” The answer, it turns out, is plenty.<br />
After presenting us with tire pressures from a previous race,<br />
the screen indicated that it was now cloudy and about 10 degrees<br />
cooler. Should we raise, lower or keep the tire pressure the same?<br />
And for which tires? I guessed right that tire pressure had to go<br />
up in order to maintain the same performance on a cooler track.<br />
Where I stumbled was where to raise the pressure the most. I went<br />
with right rear. Biffle, snickering “Rookie” under his breath, knew<br />
the correct answer was right front.<br />
Up next: the Pit Crew Challenge, where we had to jack up<br />
a car, change the rear tire, fill the gas and then lower the jack.<br />
Piece of cake. It’s just like on TV (or so I thought). A good time<br />
in NASCAR is about 14 seconds, and as we waited our turn, some<br />
visitors took as long as 38 seconds to complete the challenge. A<br />
team of three did it in a little more than the NASCAR-approved<br />
time, but Biffle and I were on our own. (Of course, real pit crews<br />
have seven people.)<br />
Stepping up to the starting line with a determined look on his<br />
face, Biffle leapt into action. He jacked up the car in two muscular<br />
cranks, quickly dropped to his knees, picked up the air gun, and<br />
had the five lug nuts off and back on quicker than anyone before us.<br />
He then took two sidesteps to the rear of the car, hoisted the gas can<br />
on his shoulder with ease, topped off the fuel and lowered the jack.<br />
His time? A hair under 22 seconds. I did all right compared to the<br />
other amateurs, but still couldn’t match Biffle. I didn’t jack up the<br />
car as quickly as he did, took longer on the lug nuts, and ended up<br />
losing by more than a second.<br />
Going into our last event, the simulated NASCAR race, I had<br />
pretty much conceded defeat. My only hope—and I’m not proud<br />
to admit this—was to try and wreck him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t<br />
even catch him. At the drop of the green flag, Biffle mashed his<br />
foot on the gas and easily kept control of the ill-handling race car,<br />
moving into a commanding lead that he’d never give up. I managed<br />
to handle the sensitive steering and pass a few cars driven by other<br />
visitors, but was nudged from behind by another driver toward the