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On the Road in Mont-Tremblant
The Jim Russell Racing School
By Mac Morrison
With college graduation looming, I found myself
increasingly obsessed with fulfilling a promise I had made to myself years
before: to have a go behind the wheel of a racing car. Every year, I swore
the upcoming summer would be the one that saw me make my on-track debut.
Every summer, I failed in my quest. 1999 was going to be different. Only one
problem: how was I, a flat broke, soon-to-be-holder of a journalism degree
(and hence, someone who was not going to be seeing a big paycheck any time
soon) going to afford participation in a sport not exactly known for having
modest monetary requirements?
Enter the Jim
Russell Racing School in Mont-Tremblant, Quebec, Canada. As at many other
racing schools now operating in North America, anyone, regardless of
experience, can plunk down their cash, arrive and drive. Aside from running
a full-scale racing series and lapping days for advanced drivers, Russell
offers the novice racer a three-day introductory course, a two-day advanced
course and a five-day course combining the other two into a nearly week-long
immersion in race-driving. The introductory course utilizes Van Diemen
Formula Ford 1600 single-seaters, while students in the advanced course,
lapping days and race series are let loose in more powerful, wing-equipped
Basi Formula 2000 racing cars. School graduates are eligible to apply for
ASN Canada FIA and Sports Car Club of America regional racing licenses or
higher, depending on the courses completed. However, with the three-day
introductory course costing $2,499 and the two-day advanced course $2,199
(Canadian funds), I wasn’t going to be strapping into Russell’s cars anytime
soon. Or so I thought. One night, while perusing the Russell website for the
umpteenth time, I noticed a different course for the first time: the
Mechanics Training Program.
The Mechanics Training Program is the most in-depth
course offered by Russell. Operating for roughly seven months between April
and November, the program educates participants in all aspects of race car
maintenance and preparation. Participants work as mechanics for Russell, and
in lieu of a paycheck, are awarded seat time in Russell race cars, with the
opportunity to participate in the racing courses, lapping days and a
six-race series for mechanics only, depending on the length of program
participation. When I learned of the program’s existence, I immediately
dialed-up the Russell offices for more details. After speaking with Russell
Manager Keith Blatz, I fired-off a letter of application and crossed my
fingers.
A few weeks later, the acceptance came through.
Fortunately, I had a few months between graduation and the start of the
program, which allowed me to work and save enough money to cover my living
expenses in Mont-Tremblant. Soon enough, it was time to go racing.
Upon arrival in
Mont-Tremblant, I was immediately blown away by the outrageous natural
beauty of my new home. Located approximately 85 miles North of Montreal, the
town essentially consists of Mont-Tremblant, at 3,001 feet the highest of
the Laurentian Mountains and a thriving ski-resort, and the surrounding
village. With over 90 marked ski runs, I quickly understood how the resort
had garnered the nickname “the Aspen of the East.”
Activities
aren’t limited to skiing, though. Summer vacationers may spend days
traversing the countless hiking and biking trails through some of the
regions most beautiful natural terrain. Those with an aversion to wooded
areas may enjoy swimming in and boating on Lac Tremblant, or possibly
tackling Le Diable or other surrounding golf courses. Regardless of the
activity, the scenery in Mont-Tremblant has to be seen to be believed.
As enticing as
the town was, my first priority was to get over to Le Circuit Mont-Tremblant
for a look at the racetrack where I would be receiving my motorsport
education. Not easy, considering the Quebec Winter was still going strong.
While the track was covered in snow, I could easily make out the swooping
elevation changes that had in part given the circuit its reputation as one
of the most difficult in the world.
Due to the ongoing winter, the first month of the
Mechanics Training Program was spent in Russell’s small trackside race shop.
Under the supervision of Russell’s professional mechanics and along with the
twelve other program participants, I turned a wrench on a race car for the
first time.
As is common practice in racing, the school’s cars had
been disassembled at the conclusion of the previous season, meaning we had
to piece them back together in the five weeks remaining before the end of
winter. Like myself, most other program participants had no prior mechanical
experience. Easy projects thus came first. We repaired cracked bodywork,
sanded carburetors and installed radiators. We then moved on to assembling
chassis’, suspensions and engines. As winter gasped its last breaths, the
rag-tag collection of parts previously littering the shop began to resemble
complete race cars. Just in time, for my fellow trainees and I were
scheduled to be students in the first three-day Techniques of Driving course
of the season.
The Techniques
of Driving course is designed to introduce beginners to the basics of
racecar driving. As I quickly learned, driving on the road has little, if
anything, in common with race driving. Skills easily mastered in a road car,
such as shifting gears, must be completely relearned. In fact, the first
order of business in the Techniques of Driving course was a lecture from our
instructors, professional drivers Philippe Letourneau and Jean Francois
Dumoulin, on heel-toe downshifting. A sort of race driver’s dance, it goes
like this: while approaching a corner requiring braking, the driver applies
pressure to the brake pedal with the ball of the right foot. The clutch is
depressed with the left foot, while the driver moves the gear lever to the
neutral position. Now it gets tricky. While still applying pressure to the
brake pedal, the driver rolls his ankle over to the right and blips the
throttle. As the engine revs rise, the lower gear is selected via the gear
lever. Once the gear is in, the clutch is released, the driver continues
braking for the corner, jumps back on the power and drives through the
curve. The process is repeated however many times is necessary to arrive at
the proper gear for a given corner, and accounts for the “brap-brap-brap”
heard in braking zones throughout the world.
Freshly intimidated, we headed out to Le Circuit Mont-Tremblant’s
back straightaway to practice the technique in our Van Diemens. Up and down
the straight we went, attempting to avoid the telltale grinding of gears
that would inform our instructors we had failed to grasp the concept.
Incredibly awkward at first, the dance soon became second nature; a good
thing, too, for otherwise I would be unable to downshift for the track’s
corners and could easily find myself in the wall.
Once everyone was relatively comfortable manipulating
their car’s transmissions, we moved on to more introductory exercises, such
as tackling isolated sections of the circuit and skidpad training.
The skidpad, which was nothing more than an
artificially flooded parking lot, proved to be a driver favorite. The
instructors had set-up a line of cones for use as a slalom course. Intended
to teach car-control skills, the wet pavement and tight slalom allowed us to
experience our cars on-limit behavior at relatively low speeds. In what
would become a recurring theme, I was the first to push my car far past the
available amount of grip, spinning off the course in a cacophony of
wheelspin and engine revs. Much hilarity ensued.
As entertaining as the introductory exercises were,
everyone was eager to get down to the serious business of lapping the full
circuit. Before unleashing us, though, there was one more exercise to
complete. With the instructors leading the way around the circuit in the
school’s Ford Mustang, we obediently followed in single-file formation.
After a few laps, the car at the front of the line would drop back, allowing
the next car to follow directly behind the pace-car. Once everyone had taken
a few laps at the head of the pack, the instructors deemed us ready to
tackle the circuit on our own in the first open lapping session of the
course.
Open lapping
makes up the majority of the Techniques of Driving Course. Drivers are sent
out on the circuit one at a time, with enough of a gap between them that
traffic rarely becomes a problem. The instructors place great emphasis on
putting the lessons learned in the earlier exercises to use on the full
circuit. Racing against other students is most definitely frowned upon. To
this end, drivers are instructed to let faster cars by, rather than fighting
for track position. Adhering to this policy is made easy by the knowledge
that the instructors are always watching.
Roaming the track in their Mustang like some sort of
high-performance cops, Philippe and Jean Francois staked out every corner on
the circuit, noting each student’s speed and technique through the turns.
Their observations, along with printouts of our lap-times, would be
invaluable. At the end of each lapping session, the instructors would sit
down with each driver to point out mistakes and suggest ways to improve.
Always, though, Philippe and Jean Francois kept a positive attitude,
encouraging us as much as criticizing. Never did the instructors lose sight
of the fact that we were beginners and bound to make mistakes.
For me, the biggest mistake came in one of the first
lapping sessions of the course. Exiting the final corner, I could see my
roommate, Max, ahead of me on the pit straight. I knew I was quicker than
him and that I would catch him before we reached the ultra-fast turn one, a
changing elevation, fourth-gear right-hander. As I homed in on him, I could
only hope he had seen me in his mirrors and would give me enough room to get
by. Wanting to leave plenty of room between our cars before moving in front
of him, I began looking in my mirrors, just to be sure I didn’t cut him off.
Unfortunately, turn one was rapidly approaching and as I finally looked back
up the track, I realized I had already arrived at the turn-in point for the
corner. I quickly snapped the steering wheel to the right. Big mistake. The
car’s back-end instantly kicked to the left. Steering into the slide, I
briefly believed I had the car under control. Instead, in a classic display
of over-correction, the car snapped viciously to the left. I tried catching
it again, but it was too late. The scenery became a blur as I spun down the
road, acutely aware of the steel guardrails that lined each side of the
circuit.
By the grace of the racing gods, I never so much as
kissed those guardrails, instead coming to a stop on the grass a few feet
away. Russell policy dictates that you pit immediately after such an
incident, so once my heart rate had returned to normal, I hightailed it back
around the circuit, parked my car and climbed out. The session was almost
over and I needed to regroup. The looks on Philippe and Jean Francois’s
faces when they realized what I had done were priceless. I was not as
amused, as writing-off a car would have meant failing the course and going
back to square one. As we broke for lunch, I had a short conversation with
myself and returned in the afternoon, determined to pass the course.
Pass I did. The remaining lapping sessions elapsed
without incident, and the elation I felt when Philippe handed me my signed
graduation certificate remains as one of my most vivid memories of the
summer. A few weeks later, I also passed the Advanced Racing Course, driving
in the rain for two days, of all things. While I only participated in the
Mechanics Training Program throughout the summer, I can unequivocally state
that driving racing cars was the most challenging thing I have ever done.
The skills I developed in my time at the Jim Russell Racing School serve me
to this day- I can think of at least three near-incidents I have since had
on public roads that almost certainly would have resulted in very different
outcomes, were it not for what I learned one summer in Mont-Tremblant.
NOTE: The Jim Russell Racing School has moved to the
Autodrome St. Eustache in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Now run under the name
“Autosport Basi Racing School”, the instructors, cars and curriculum are
virtually identical to those referred to in this article.
CONTACT:
Autosport Basi Racing School
P.O. Box 119
Mont-Tremblant, Quebec, Canada-JOT 1Z0
(819) 425-6464
(450) 473-9191
http://www.autosportbasi.com
Mont-Tremblant, Quebec Canada-Reservations:
P.O. Box 240
2001 Chemin Principal
Mont-Tremblant, Quebec, Canada-JOT 1Z0
(800) 567-6760
http://www.tremblant.com
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