On the track in the rain — logbook Toyota Carina ED 1995

There was nothing to do. or not. in short, despite the rainy weather, I went to the track in the Cupid. In general, I come there, well, it’s humid, well, clay, you think! The first lap is warm-up as always (it turned out to be the last, too). I’m driving, sliding, I don’t understand at what speed, the wheels are slipping, the car is performing a dance unknown to me on the road, I don’t want to go straight in any way. Pieces of clay fly from under the wheels. we slip the last turn, behind which there is a rather steep climb, I try to climb at speed. It’s 2-3 meters to the top, it blows me to the left (so! I decided to remember the winter when I got stuck in the same revenge in a snowdrift? Thanks Roma-Omskthat he pulled out then!), the car is slipping, but does not want to crawl up. Well, then back down, I turn on R and crawled. We go down to the very bottom and go to the island, which is off the track. A smoke break, I let the typewriter rest, with a sad look I examine the wheels, plastered with clay and dried grass

I drink Pepsi, I get into the car. A couple of laps of honor on this site and up, to freedom! This time I crawled almost to the end, the car again began to drift to the left and eventually turned its face down the slope. I quickly reverse and turn the steering wheel left and right to get off the track, making a "police U-turn" at the end (I don't know how it happened, everything was like in a fog). I get out of the car, look around, take a couple of pictures and run from here.

Further along the road there was another rise with a rut, which I mastered from the fourth time. Then he collected all the puddles to wash the wheels, arches and more.
Immediately the idea arose to go to the sink, because the pieces of clay do not look very harmonious on the body of this car (would be a jeep, that's another matter).
There was no one at the sink (which is quite natural for rainy weather), the master asks - "how to wash?", I answer out of habit, top + wax, and he - "and the arches?", I agree with a smile. It was washed for a long time, during this time each worker asked me where I went or where I found so much clay. Thank you very much for washing my honey (after an hour and a half), it's a pity that they don't wash shoes there.

Only now, after 5 minutes, she got dirty again, but that's a completely different story ...

Ehh, at least next weekend it was drier!