VARAC Vintage Grand Prix 2018

I would like to start off by saying that the VARAC Grand Prix weekend comes highly recommended. It's a great family event with lots of racing at a fantastic price. I absolutely recommend this event. With all the different classes of cars, I'm looking forward to going again next year.

Del Bruce from Locust Hill, Ontario driving his 1972 Chevrolet Corvette.

Del Bruce from Locust Hill, Ontario driving his 1972 Chevrolet Corvette.

  Our weekend at Canadian Tire Motorsport Park (CTMP), formerly known as Mosport, for the VARAC Vintage Grand Prix actually started on Thursday. The day included getting our list of items together and packing them in the van so we could get up and leave first thing in the morning.  Friday morning came pretty quick as we were up with the birds. After a couple quick pit stops (racing pun) and we were on the road with coffee in hand.

Rick Parson driving his 1976 Lola T332 Formula 5000, formerly driven by Brian Redman.

Rick Parson driving his 1976 Lola T332 Formula 5000, formerly driven by Brian Redman.

  As always the biggest concern was getting through the traffic in Toronto. Anyone that has ever driven through Toronto knows exactly what I'm talking about. It can be completely crazy at times. But what we didn't expect was to hit traffic going through Hamilton. This put us behind schedule, but not as bad as the traffic in Toronto put us behind. The slow down gave us an opportunity to watch some planes coming and going. This is always interesting seeing the different size of planes.

Kurt Engelmann of Long Valley, New Jersey driving his 1971 Lola T192 Formula 5000.

Kurt Engelmann of Long Valley, New Jersey driving his 1971 Lola T192 Formula 5000.

  After these slow downs for traffic we were late getting to CTMP and missed the Friday morning media meeting. Fortunately the good people in the  Media Centre allowed me to pick up my photo vest so I was all set for my trackside photography. But first order of business was to set up the tent and canopy. For the amount of time it rains you can never have too much shelter. There was a time that I went a few years where every race I attended, it rained. This included CTMP and other tracks as well.

Mark Harmer of Troy, Michigan driving his 1969 Surtees TS 5 formerly driven by David Hobbs.

Mark Harmer of Troy, Michigan driving his 1969 Surtees TS 5 formerly driven by David Hobbs.

  What was on the schedule for the weekend was Classics, Royale Formula Ford Challenge Series, Formula 5000, Vintage Big Bore, Monopotso, Vintage Small Bore, and finally Toyo Formula 1600. I really enjoy the sports cars, but I'm an open wheel guy through and through so I was really looking forward to the Formula 1600, and especially the Formula 5000s. I had heard rumours of a large field of F5000s, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. But seeing these cars at all was a real treat. They looked very similar to the classic Formula 1 cars from the previous year. You would have to be up on your classic formula cars to be able to tell the difference. They were beautiful machines. I sure hope to see them again sometime. I was also looking forward to the Toyo Formula 1600 cars. These cars always put on an amazing show. Close racing and always battles for the lead. But what was a special treat was the size of the field. There were 44 cars on the entry list. A true sight to behold.

Steve Bodrug from Mississauga, Ontario driving his 1993 Van Diemen RF93/Ford Formula 1600.

Steve Bodrug from Mississauga, Ontario driving his 1993 Van Diemen RF93/Ford Formula 1600.

  After everything was set up we headed track side. I shot the remaining sessions which included practice sessions and qualifying too.  As hot as it was, little did we know that the worst was yet to come with the sun and the heat. The highlight of the day was the first time I saw and heard the Formula 5000s come roaring around turn 2. These cars were loud and sounded like proper race cars. They sounded great and looked great too. I enjoyed every minute of them.  
   
 After the on track action was all over we headed to the paddock to see as many cars as we could in a static display. it's always good witnessing the drivers and mechanics working on the cars to improve them for their next on track action. I also enjoy seeing these cars with their body work removed. You get to see how much more there is to these cars. There is much more than meets the eye when they are all together. 

Paul Subject of Burlington, Ontario dominating in his 1998 Formula Mazda.

Paul Subject of Burlington, Ontario dominating in his 1998 Formula Mazda.

  While wandering around we stumbled onto some giveaways of the best kind. Steam Whistle was giving away some of their beer that you could use to wash down the subs given away by Subway. I would like to thank both Steam Whistle and Subway for their generosity, it was greatly appreciated. While I was enjoying the nice refreshing Steam Whistle, we stopped to listen to the band Kim and Company. This was a large band which included horns, that preformed songs that most people could sing and dance to. They were very good. Everyone certainly enjoyed themselves. After the band was over, it was time to pack it in for the night and get lots of rest for the second day of the weekend.

Jason Di Cesar of Brossard, Quebec driving his 1969 Volkswagon Beetle.

Jason Di Cesar of Brossard, Quebec driving his 1969 Volkswagon Beetle.

  I woke up Saturday to a rather noisy sleeper in a tent behind me. The noises I heard, I had never heard before. I would like to be able describe the noises, but there's no way I could do that. They were certainly original. When I awoke, I was very cold. I thought it was strange being cold as I knew the heat that was coming later in the day. After trying to sleep a little while longer, I decided to get up and face the day. And what a day it was. One that will never be forgotten, mostly for the worst possible reason. 

  The day started with the photographers meeting first thing in the morning in the Media Centre. This is where we get reminded of the dos and dont's and where we can and can't go. Coffee and muffins are provided to help shake off the night before. After the meeting, we headed down to the end of the Mario Andretti straight away, also turn 8. We stayed down there for a few sessions, then headed back to turn 2. 

Frank Filangeri of Ronkonkoma, New York driving his 1951 MG TD.

Frank Filangeri of Ronkonkoma, New York driving his 1951 MG TD.

  While standing at the side of the track at the entrance of turn 2 shooting up towards turn 1, I heard a terrible thud behind me. Two cars were involved in an accident at the exit of turn 2. I didn't see the incident, but I certainly heard it. There was an issue extracting one of the drivers delaying on track action long enough to get a red flag sending all cars back to pit lane. The track workers and safety personnel did a great job getting the driver out to get them the medical attention that was needed. I tried to get a medical update, but I haven't received any sort of response. 

Anthony Polito of Linday, Ontario driving his 1966 Ford Shelby. You always knew when this car was coming because of the great sound.

Anthony Polito of Linday, Ontario driving his 1966 Ford Shelby. You always knew when this car was coming because of the great sound.

    A little later there was an incident in turn 1 where a car went under the tires and hit the wall. I didn't get a view of this at all. In fact I was unaware that there was even a caution until I saw the green flag at the next Marshall stand. This caused another delay as you could see it took some effort to get the tires off the car to get the car out of the tires. I was unable to get a response on the condition of this driver either. 
  
  The races resumed after the clean up, and everything was running behind but it was finally time for the Formula 5000s again. The highlighted series of the weekend. There never seemed to be enough track time for these beautiful machines. After their morning qualifying, it was time for their first race of the weekend.  There were bright orange machines. A couple bright red machines. A bright yellow one. A couple different shades of blue. A beautiful black machine. They came out on track in all their glory, roaring around where I was stationed beside the track just on the other side of the retaining wall, to get my shots shooting up track as they came over the little rise leading down into turn 2.  Slow at first on their out lap behind the pace car, as they were preparing for the green flag. After one pace lap, the pace car lights were out and it headed down pit lane, which meant it was time to race! Pole sitter Jeff Green in his beautiful bright orange 1972 Lola T300, led the small field into turn 1 and the race was underway!

Race 2 winner Kellen Ritter of North Vancouver, British Columbia driving his 2018 Spectrum 014/Honda Formula 1600.

Race 2 winner Kellen Ritter of North Vancouver, British Columbia driving his 2018 Spectrum 014/Honda Formula 1600.

  Jeff Green had his Lola dialed in, and was able to build up a big gap to the rest of the field. The mid pack was close with a couple of cars trailing further behind. As the race went on, Jeff Green built a bigger lead with the two trailing cars falling further behind. The race continued on like this until the full course caution came out. After a brief time the red flag came out halting all the action. I overheard someone say it was going to be a lengthy delay so I went back on the spectator side of the fence and had a seat in my lawn chair. As I was waiting for the on track action to resume, I noticed the Marshalls rolling up their flags. This was concerning because there was suppose to be a couple more races. Knowing this wasn't a good sign, and that something was wrong, I asked the Marshall what was going on. He didn't tell me, and there's a good possibility that he didn't know at that time. Only thing that was told to me was that it must be something significant if they, the Marshalls, were being called in. 

Doug Elcomb of Chatam, Ontario driving his 1961 Dreossi Canada Class Monoposto entry.

Doug Elcomb of Chatam, Ontario driving his 1961 Dreossi Canada Class Monoposto entry.

  There didn't seem to be any initial concern as the spectators just thought there was a normal racing accident. But as time went on, and with the things that were going on, it was obvious something serious happened. We could only speculate, and finished our night knowing we would find out what happened in the morning. 

  Our next day started with the media meeting. We weren't given any details, just informed that Jeffrey Green had passed away after going off in turn 8 at the end of the Mario Andretti straight away. We were informed that there would be a media release shortly. I don't think I can express how this confirmation made me feel. I know what the risks are, and I know that the drivers know what the risks are, but that doesn't make it any easier. It left me with this horrible feeling in my stomach. I didn't know Jeff personally, but the racing community is like one big family. There's nothing better than sharing racing stories with complete strangers. As expected, we were informed that the Formula 5000s wouldn't be racing their final two races that they were suppose to race on Sunday, but would be doing three missing man formation laps in honour of their fellow driver. 

  Leading up to the laps, I took pictures down near the end of the straight away. It was hard to do after knowing what happened. We had an early lunch to not miss the parade laps. In the bright sun and the sweltering heat, we waited for the honourary laps. After a short wait, it was finally time for the missing man formation laps. As all the Marshalls, safety crews, and track workers stood side be side at track side with hats in hand, the Formula 5000s slowly did their missing man formation laps behind the pace car honouring their fallen driver.

Fallen driver Jeffrey Green of Peoria, Illinois driving his 1972 Lola T300 Formula 5000 on Friday.

Fallen driver Jeffrey Green of Peoria, Illinois driving his 1972 Lola T300 Formula 5000 on Friday.

  I thought the reality of the situation really hit me at the media meeting. I was wrong. Seeing the Marshalls and safety crews, and track workers standing along the track, and seeing only one car on the front row as Jeff Green was the pole sitter, I felt the lump in my throat and felt my eyes welling up as the cars slowly circulated the track. As I looked around and saw other spectators going through the same thing as I was, it made it even harder. It was very difficult for all involved. I'm glad I was able to be trackside to pay my respects. I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for the other Formula 5000 drivers. Our condolences to Jeff's family and friends and to the entire racing community.

  Godspeed Mr. Green. May you rest in peace.

Along Lake Erie

  As I do on many weekends, I decided to take a drive along the lake to see what critters I could find, or whatever else that catches my eye. I always hope to see large birds such as Hawks or Eagles but also love catching a glimpse of Herons or Cranes. Being spring now, you never know what might be passing through as it makes its way north during the spring migration.

Some baby Red Tail Hawks in 2016 waiting for Mom and Dad to bring home supper.

Some baby Red Tail Hawks in 2016 waiting for Mom and Dad to bring home supper.

  My first stop was to check out a Red Tail Hawk nest that I saw a couple springs ago. Reading up on the Hawks, I found out that there is quite a variation of habits when it comes to nests. Sometimes they will reuse a nest, or build a new nest every year. Or sometimes they leave a nest for a year then come back to it. Unfortunately I didn't see any activity around the nest. I did see a raptor of some sort down the road, but didn't get a clear view of what it was to properly identify it. It was definitely in range of the nest, but not extremely close. I was not able to get a picture of it, as it was gone as quick as it appeared. 

  The journey continued on to Port Dover to get a bite to eat and to get some gas in the car or it was going to be a very quick day. Any time I'm in Port Dover it requires a little tour down by the pier. On my last visit to the pier, there were lots of photo opportunities with all the ducks that were around. But it was not meant to be this day. 

Mallard ducks in Port Dover, Ontario.

Mallard ducks in Port Dover, Ontario.

  The journey continued towards Port Ryerse. In Port Ryerse we stopped along the lake to see what was there. Not much activity there other than some Mergansers floating about off shore enjoying the very cool breeze blowing across the lake. These ducks like the open water so they head south in the winter as things freeze up and return when the waters open up again. The ducks didn't want to cooperate for photos so I took the opportunity to take a picture of the moon which was out and looking proud in the late March sky. After the moon shots we continued our journey down the Waterfront Trail as the breeze was much colder than I anticipated. Never thought to wear my photo gloves, but I sure could have used them.

Playful Crow just hanging around in a tree.

Playful Crow just hanging around in a tree.

  All the way along the Waterfront Trail, our eyes were always open trying to spot some Hawks or Eagles. A great Hawk day wasn't meant to be. I chalked it up it being breeding season which starts at the end of February and lasting through March, so I guess they had better things to do that day. But there is always something to take a picture of so we continued on.

  The next stop was near Port Rowan to take a few pictures of what seemed to be a very playful Crow that had just landed in a tree. Down the road a bit I found some Ducks to photograph. I saw some Hooded Mergansers, Common Mergansers and some others I wasn't able to identify even with my trusty Birds of North of North America Field Guide. I certainly need to brush up on my Duck identification.

Moon in the daytime March sky.

Moon in the daytime March sky.

Jet passing overhead.

Jet passing overhead.

  Next stop was in Long Point. Always a great place to see some Sandhill Cranes. And this day didn't disappoint. There weren't many, but there was a pair hanging out in their common hangout. I never get tired of taking pictures of these beautiful creatures. Sandhill Cranes are a very old species of bird. According to Wikipedia, fossils have been found of Sandhill Cranes as old as 2.5 million years. They are named after their habitat along the Nebraska's Sandhills. If you haven't seen the videos of the flocks of Sandhill Cranes you need to do a YouTube search to have a look. Their flocks are over 10,000 strong. An amazing sight to behold. I would love to see that in person some day. These birds are also very talkative. To identify them just listen to their calls. The female will call twice to the male's one call.

Sandhill Cranes in Long Point, Ontario.

Sandhill Cranes in Long Point, Ontario.

  Next stop was the Boathouse Restaurant in Port Rowan. A great restaurant with very quick friendly service. I highly recommend the very tasty Breakfast Burger. After fueling up we headed towards home to get home in time to see the Leaf game. It was Saturday after all. 

  While on the way home I decided I had enough time to check out a pond which had reports of a Beaver. Normally I find feathered creatures, but I believe all creatures should be photographed. Especially animals I don't get to see very often, and I certainly don't see Beavers very often. My first stop along the pond I didn't see the Beaver but there was still lots to see. There were some Canada Geese, a few Tundra Swans, at least one Mute Swan passed through, and last but not least, some Mergansers. I took some pictures of the Geese, Mergansers, and got a shot of the Mute Swan flying by but no signs of the Beaver. 

Beaver hanging out at a local pond.

Beaver hanging out at a local pond.

  Not seeing any sign of the Beaver, I decided to go over to the dam and see what I could see there. There wasn't much going on there, then out of nowhere a Bald Eagle appeared. I tried my best to get a shot of it, but I wasn't quick enough to react. It was certainly unexpected even though I've seen and photographed a Bald Eagle here before. The worst part of it all, is that it headed over to where we just were at a rather low altitude. So off we went back to where we were, hoping that the Eagle would circle around so I could get a shot of it. But unfortunately it didn't reappear while I was there, but then Shannon spotted something moving in the shadows along the edge of the pond. I couldn't tell with the naked eye what it was, or even if it was an animal at all. Looking through my 600mm Sigma I could see it was a Beaver. I was fascinated by this sighting so I made quick adjustments to my camera to accommodate the low light in the early evening shadows. The best angle of the Beaver was the furthest away of course. I took some photographs there, and continued to move closer while taking shots as I went. I was worried I was going to scare the Beaver away as I got closer but it didn't seem to care as it was making quick work of the stick it had, removing all the bark. I was able to get pretty close but unfortunately it was a bad angle, and there was a bush between us. I took a few more shots, and decided to call it a day as the sun was setting quickly, and again the Leaf game was on. 

Beaver working on removing the bark from a branch.

Beaver working on removing the bark from a branch.

 The conditions couldn't have been much worse to get pictures of the Beaver but I did the best I could under the circumstances. That's all you can do as a Photographer, as the conditions won't always be ideal for the situation. Take what you have, and make the best of it. Seeing the Beaver made my day. Even if I didn't have a camera it would have made my day. I hope to get back there again soon to try and get more shots of the Beaver and hopefully get the Bald Eagle to cooperate.  

  Till next time,