Sunday dawned clear, chilly, and extremely early. I'm not used to getting up about the same time as the sun, I tend to get up when I feel like it, that might be 6 o'clock or it might be 9 o'clock. The point is being free allows me to get up whenever I want, not when someone or something wants me to. And I'm very big on preserving my freedom, but in this case it's hard to ignore the earsplitting sound of a race car cranking up.
By the time I've finished eating my breakfast the various hill climb vehicles are starting to roar up the side of the mountain. The smaller vehicles like quads and motorcycles sound like a giant swarm of angry bees as they make their way up to the top where I'm standing. And the larger vehicles such as the open wheel cars and the regular stock cars make a roar that's indescribable.
The sound bounces from mountain to mountain making several echoes as they climb higher and higher, part roar, part scream and so loud you can hear them leave the starting line over two miles away. On the short straightaways where the engine is reaching maximum RPM the sound is extremely loud even a mile away. Then when the car is thrown into a hairpin turn there's silence as the RPMs decrease, and a second or two later the engine is screaming again.
This goes on for about two minutes which is how long it takes them to get from the bottom to the top. When they round the last turn at the top, which is about where I am, the vehicle that was up until that time extremely loud has now become deafening and the ground literally vibrates as the car goes by, and even while idling at the timing checkpoint makes holding a conversation impossible.
But going fast, and making a lot of noise is not what this is all about. It's who has the skill and the guts to control a vehicle going at insane speeds on a slippery dirt road, through a dozen hairpin turns while ignoring drop-offs that would scare a skydiver time after time, each time hopefully faster than the last. It's certainly not something I would do but watching those that do gave me a great deal of respect for the men and women that have that kind of skill and courage.
Obviously trying to run over me, but despite their limitless driving skills I was able to safely dive out of the way.
These cars shake the ground as they fly by.
Open wheel car. Notice the lack of guardrails. Ask a hill climb driver about guardrails and they just laugh.