Nothing was going well for me. My times consistently sucked and I couldn't pull it together. Oil was leaking rather abundantly from under the car but there was so much splatter that I can't tell where it's coming from. During qualifying I developed a bad miss, and the engine was "Pop", "Poping" at high RPM's. (I qualified 11th out of 12 which was remarkable in itself as there were only 7 cars racing... go figure.)
The camels back broke when brake fluid started dripping down onto the floor and my feet were sliding all around...
My truck decided to get into the act by presenting me with a flat tire and I was left to wonder what kind of drugs that GM gives its designers as it took me 20 minutes to figure out how to get at the spare. (this is another story in itself)
But no safety equipment came into play ths time and I managed to limp back home without leaving any Panoz parts at the track.
