The Ramblin' Rose - Porsche Club
The Ramblin' Rose - Porsche Club
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Double Clutching in Vegas<br />
Fall/2012<br />
We were peering out of our hotel room window just as<br />
the Bellagio fountains were performing their dance<br />
45 floors below. As Vegas virgins, my wife Leslie and I<br />
had seen the casinos, a Cirque Du Soliel show and the<br />
Jersey Boys at the Parisian. I was itching for some other<br />
indulgence, exactly what, I wasn’t sure. On the table next<br />
to the television was one of those cheesy coupon booklets;<br />
you know the kind that lures in tourists who have no idea<br />
what they could be doing? Flipping through it I noticed<br />
an ad for Exotics Racing, which promised a supercar<br />
driving experience. 24 hours later, in true Vegas style, a<br />
stretch limo arrived complete with crushed velvet seats and<br />
complimentary mineral water.<br />
A 20 minute ride through<br />
the desert north of the<br />
city delivered us to the<br />
doorsteps of Las Vegas<br />
Motor Speedway, where<br />
Exotics Racing had<br />
recently put the finishing<br />
touches on a proprietary<br />
1.4 mile, 11 turn track.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wail of high-strung<br />
engines and screeching<br />
tires greeted us and was<br />
the kind of buzz of activity that would reel in any car<br />
guy or girl. Upon entry into the temporary clubhouse, (a<br />
new permanent building is planned for 2013), and the<br />
usual signing of release forms, I was presented with an<br />
a la carte menu of cars. <strong>The</strong> selection was impressive:<br />
Mercedes SLS, Ferraris, Audi R8-V10, Lamborghinis and<br />
an Aston Martin. <strong>The</strong> Nissan GTR was broken. <strong>Porsche</strong>s?<br />
A Cayman R, 997 Carrera S and a Turbo S. As a devout<br />
manual shifter, I was disappointed to learn that every car<br />
in their fleet was equipped with a dual clutch automated<br />
transmission (for the <strong>Porsche</strong>s – 7 speed PDK’s). <strong>The</strong><br />
reason for this was soon to become obvious. Prices<br />
varied, on a per lap basis, according to the cars relative<br />
“exoticness”. My ride would be the “economical car”,<br />
a distinctive metalic green Cayman R. Leslie would not<br />
drive, but would be the official track photographer. My<br />
time slot arrived and I was shuffled into a classroom<br />
with 20 other participants. Instructors spent the next 15<br />
minutes discussing details of the correct driving position,<br />
track protocol and the fundamental forces at play when<br />
cars are driven at the limit. We were also reminded that<br />
the dead pedal, seldom used in everyday driving, would<br />
be our friend. Behind the wheel of a <strong>Porsche</strong> Cayenne,<br />
an instructor took groups of 4 on a preview lap of the<br />
course pointing out brake markers, apexes, and the most<br />
efficient line around the course. With zero previous track<br />
experience, my head was now swimming with details.<br />
Finally, after meeting our individual instructors, we were<br />
ready to take to the track.<br />
Vinny would be my Brazilian co-pilot and judging by his<br />
thick accent, he had probably been a recent arrival. MMA<br />
was his other passion; in fact he was due to fight that<br />
evening, but an injury would prevent him from doing so.<br />
After nestling into the beautiful carbon fiber seats, Vinny<br />
informed me that the rules of engagement meant that none<br />
of the electronic driver aids would be shut-off. Our small<br />
group was dispatched onto the track in 15-second intervals.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first few turns lead to a 1/3-mile straightaway that<br />
exited into an 11 degree, banked, carousel like turn number<br />
2. <strong>The</strong> balance of the course consisted of numerous closely<br />
linked turns and when not blessed with a photographic<br />
memory, seemed different each time through. <strong>The</strong> fresh<br />
asphalt did nothing to provide clues to the best racing<br />
line. With steady coaching from Vinny I began to progress<br />
visibly, almost catching an Audi R8 on the final lap. It had<br />
been a huge adrenalin rush to drive flat out in a controlled<br />
environment. <strong>The</strong> handling of the Cayman R was stunning;<br />
as was the engine music at redline. Even the PDK was<br />
a revelation; having started with it set in manual mode I<br />
eventually let the software do the shifting. Would I feel<br />
differently about the PDK after more familiarity with the<br />
car and track? Possibly. In any case, it was a great way to<br />
end our Vegas holiday and was certainly the highlight for<br />
me. So maybe next time it will be the Turbo S?<br />
Marc Schroeder<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Rambling <strong>Rose</strong> Fall 2012