Last year I went to a Skip Barber school at Lime Rock, about 45 miles from where I live.
Last month, when I returned to driving school, I went to one about 2,600 miles away from where I live.
Wanna know why I traveled an extra 2,500 miles each way to go back to driving school?
Skip Barber sent me out in a Formula car that almost had a front wheel and hub assembly come right off the car during our first lapping session.
Skip's crack mechanics cleared a car that did not have all its front suspension bits attached.
As it was I had to limp back into the pits with the wheel flopping wildly, help in place by a less-than-complete set of links.
(I understand liability and all that, but) No one at Skip Barber ever apologized to me about this.
Not one of the instructors.
Not one of the sales people.
No one in customer service after I mentioned this in the after-class "satisfaction" survey.
No one thought to apologize.
So now I make a point of telling people that I would happily fly six hours for another high performance driving class, but I won't drive an hour and a half for one.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I wrote this as a comment here, but I liked it enough to make it a post on my own blog.
Posted by The Comedian at 3:49 PM