Report from Kennedy Space Center
1. The surface is as smooth as a pool table and flatter than Kansas, with virtually unlimited traction. It was perfectly clean. I can't think of another place like it in the world. I felt TOTALLY comfortable at all the speeds I drove. Heck, on the return runs, I was driving at 160 and didn't even realize it. It was like being in heaven.
2. The whole venue is spectacular. It is the former Space Shuttle Landing facility, so it is deep into NASA property. You pass some really incredible Space Coast history to just out to the runway. While you do need to get a security badge to get in, it makes for great souvenir.
3. Another thing that is super cool about the event is that it is 2.3 miles long, with another full mile to brake. That feels like FOREVER at wide open throttle. For reference, there were two stock Hellcat Chargers there, and they both hit 201. It took them some trying, but they both did it.
4. The event was organized by Johnny Bohmer. I can't say enough about what a nice person he is and a wonderful host. Very patient, well-organized, and hilarious. He definitely has a screw loose when it comes to driving fast, but that just makes him a kindred spirit. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. I would not hesitate to recommend him and this event to anyone who owns a GT. Johnny's event was very well organized, super safe, and the atmosphere was friendly, fun, and professional. I plan to do it again, and probably won't ever go anyplace else. It really is that good.
5. All proper acknowledgement to Jason Heffner. He built my car, and looked it over for me before this event. He didn't need to do a thing to it after I gave it a proper beating at Mojave. I think having the TT put on my car is the best thing I ever did. I can't get enough of driving that dang thing. Don't think I've ever been as happy with a car. Period. Quick anecdote: some of Johhny's guys were looking my car over during tech, and the prevailing comment was something like:
"We have all sorts of guys come out here saying what their cars will do, and the time slips usually show that they are full of @##*. However, when one of Jason's cars shows up, they are the real deal."
6. The Big Number: For the longest time, my holy grail was to hit 230 in a GT. This is what led me to Mr. Heffner in the first place. I drove all the way across the country to try this venue, thinking it would provide an awesome opportunity for me to find my magic number. Plus, I've never done a speed event at sea level...
In my preparations for the event, I calculated that the GT redlines out at fifth gear in the 230s. (I am running stock wheels and Bridgestones with a 7200 redline). After an obligatory mile training run first thing this morning, I went out for a 2.3 miles shakedown run. I was quite ginger in first and second gear. I let the ponies run in third and fourth, then went into fifth for the long pull. My boost was set at a very modest 18 pounds. The car pulled like a freight train all the way to redline, but I still had a ton of space left, so when it hit the rev limiter, I lost a bit of momentum. I kept my foot in it, and it bounced off the rev limiter again. I was just spooling back up when I went through the speed traps and the number was...230.385. I was so happy that I put the GT in the trailer and enjoyed the rest of the event sipping a soda and watching the Hellcats. I probably could have gone back out and tried to soft peddle it so that I hit the rev limiter the instant AFTER I cleared the traps, but I didn't feel like I needed to. I came, I saw, I conquered.
On a serious note, I can't recommend this event more highly. Both Susie and I walked away with huge grins on our faces and the feeling that we had been among friends.
And on a final note, there aint no car in the whole world like a Ford GT. Having it out there on the Space Coast, with all that 60's space-race history, was really special. It got me thinking about the GT's heritage of American hot rod know-how and grit. Ford was winning Le Mans at about the same time those incredible astronauts were strapping their bottoms on the top of ballistic missiles trying to get into Orbit. I don't know which took the most courage, going 200+ down the Mulsanne straight in the dark or sitting on top of a bomb. Either way, I felt a little of that in my magnificent, "old" Ford GT today. Ahh....