“CHECK THE PRESSURES, Jim, I’m slippin’ all over the place.”
Jim Thorne nodded. “What do you think of the wings?”
Warwicke frowned. “The wings are good. But I’m bottoming too much on number four.”
Jim sent a crew member under the car to have a look at the skid plates. They discussed his findings and Jim made a decision. “Let’s adjust it up two flats in the front and one in the rear.
Thirty seconds later Warwicke was back out on the track. He did three laps, two fairly slow at just over thirty-one seconds and the last one just under twenty eight seconds, giving him the best time for the day.
The checkered flag came out and Warwicke exited onto Pit Lane. He braked to a stop and hopped out of the car. “It’s still pushing.” He told Jim.
Jim frowned. “We’ll make some more height adjustmen
