The Runoffs. Road America. The big one.
If you’ve followed this team for a while, you know this race has been living rent-free in my head for three years now. Three years of hauling across the country, breaking things, learning things the hard way, and coming home with our tails between our legs. This year felt different walking in. The car was the best it’s ever been. We finally understood what it wanted.
And then Turn 5 happened. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

How we got here (the short version of a long story)
Three years ago we ran our first two Runoffs in a row in the Spec E46. The first one was 2021 at Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and honestly we did pretty well. I qualified fifth. Then I got taken out on lap 1, turn 3 and that was basically the end of our weekend. Sigh.
The next year we went to VIR, and that’s where we learned the hard truth: the Spec E46 just wasn’t the right weapon for the Runoffs. Not enough power, not enough gear, especially at a track like VIR. Great car. Wrong tool for the job.
So we went car shopping. And I mean really shopping. We looked at everything that was winning in T3. The EcoBoost Mustang. The newer V6 Mustangs (though we didn’t know much about Mustangs, if I’m being honest). The BMW Z4M Coupe, because those things had done well and actually won the Runoffs at VIR. The Nissan 370Z, a few Z’s were campaigning regularly and finishing top five at national races, so there had to be something in the chassis.
And then I was reading the spec lines and saw the Porsche Cayman base, and that one stopped me cold. Good power, the best braking system of the bunch, good gearing, and it’s a Porsche with a fantastic dynamic profile. I actually bought one. That’s the car that’s now Dirk’s T3 Cayman, sitting in our showroom. That was my lead contender.
But when it came time to actually build a car for the next Runoffs, I went with the 370Z. Here’s why: Chris Hart had bought one of those well performing 370Z’s and was doing really well with it, with continued development behind it. My thinking was simple. Maybe too simple. Copy and paste Chris’s chassis and setup into my car, accelerate through the learning curve, go fast immediately.
Welp, that plan didn’t pan out too well. haha!
We went to VIR that year and basically finished building the car during the test days. Second or third session, just shaking the thing down, and I got ice mode going into the braking zone for Oak Tree. Straight into the tire wall at 65 mph. First significant damage to the car. It really, really hurt.
We came home, fixed the car, and campaigned it properly the next year — fighting the brakes all season, because the ABS system in these cars simply isn’t as good compared to BMW, Porsche, Ford, all of them. We managed it well enough to get to the Runoffs at Road America feeling okay. Qualified around sixth, got a great start… and the engine blew up before we even got to Turn 3. On the start. I ended that year crying at the side of the track while the race drove away without us.
What followed was the engine saga. A fresh engine over the offseason, then a head gasket showing up on the dyno before the season even started — pulled it before it could blow, and I missed the whole beginning of the year. Then a used engine that broke the Portland track record in the morning session and blew up in the afternoon. Turns out we’d left metal debris in the old oil cooler and lines, just waiting to kill the next motor. My fault. Expensive lesson.
Done rolling the dice on used engines, I bought a certified remanufactured VQ37 straight from Nissan. As close to brand new as you can get. Dropped it in, fought through the electrical gremlins, and finally got the car running right. Went back to Road America that July for a Majors weekend — podium on Monday, won the race on Tuesday. The car was really, really good.
Catching the overall theme here? Every time this car got good, something broke. Every time something broke, we learned something.The tire lesson (2025 Runoffs)
We went back to Road America for the 2025 Runoffs feeling like we knew how to go fast. Problem was, we weren’t going fast enough. I was risking my life in basically every corner and just could not keep a tire underneath the car.
We qualified somewhere around sixth or seventh, had a good start, and I think I was running fourth or battling for fourth by the end. But the tires were just gone. We were burning them off, and we didn’t understand why.
Over the offseason we finally stopped guessing and started engineering. Full suspension analysis, and what we found wasn’t pretty — the geometry was working against the tires in ways we couldn’t feel from the driver’s seat.
So we made two big changes. We raised the car to get the suspension working in a happier window, and we got serious about the tire program — nitrogen only, with a proper procedure to keep moisture out and temperatures under control. For the first time, we actually understood what the tires were doing.
We went to Portland and Pacific Raceways with those changes and the car was fast. Like, really, really fast. We finally felt like we’d solved it.Then we spent about a month and a half prepping for this year’s Runoffs. Full refresh. Brand new wrap. Every detail. It was the best prepared this car has ever been, and it looked amazing.

The week
One big change this year: instead of hauling everything ourselves, we partnered with Scotty B White and Knight Transportation to transport the car and paddocked with his operation. Just me going from our team, which kept things simple. And I have to say, it was a great call. Scotty runs a really well-oiled operation, and we’re super grateful. There’s a real chance we work together again in 2027, which I’m excited about.

We showed up with a full test plan. Monday and Tuesday for testing, which would set up our qualifying plan for Thursday and Friday. Simple on paper.
Monday was clear and awesome all day long. Four sessions, full dry, lots of track space. We ended the day feeling good about our race pace on older tires — and expecting to go quicker on Tuesday with fresh rubber.
Tuesday gave us three practice sessions, and every single one got black-flagged after a couple of laps. Limited running, and the fresh rubber never got a proper chance to show us anything. Not the feeling we wanted.
Wednesday: two sessions, rained all day. Thursday: two qualifying sessions, rained all day.
With Friday morning’s third qualifying session forecast full dry — just our class on track, plenty of space — and Saturday’s race forecast dry, there was no point risking the car in the wet. We sat out the rain days and kept working.

Tyler and I went over there in the evening and I put in work on that rig, training for Friday’s qualifying. Anything to show up prepared, right?

Friday: one shot
Friday morning was it. Our first and last real chance to qualify. Around 9 o’clock, dry track, sticker tires on, best possible shot.
First flying lap: okay. Not great, but okay. Second lap: time’s coming down, tires are coming in, but not fast enough. Third lap: I put down something like a 1:31.8, and man, I was risking stuff to get that. It didn’t feel like enough. We should have been faster.
I came around for another lap and watched the predictive timer start going the wrong way. Slower and slower. Part of it was losing the draft I’d had on the fast lap, but going through the handling sections I was losing time in every single braking zone. Something was off.
Maybe I’d overheated the tires? We’d run pressures a little higher than normal to get them to come in faster. So I pitted, Jordan checked the pressures and let them down, and I went back out for another attack.
Didn’t even need to complete the lap. I could feel it immediately. The tires were cooked. Late in corner exit, almost to full straight on the steering wheel, using all the exit curb, and I’m still counter-steering because the rear just won’t hold. Specifically the left rear, on all the right-hand corners. It kept giving up.
I’m on the radio to Tyler going, I don’t understand why the left rear feels like it’s giving up, it’s 60 degrees out and we’ve done four or five laps, this doesn’t add up. Tyler went over and hand-checked the tires. His words: holy crap, this thing is on fire. Compared to the others, something was definitely wrong. We were still just overheating tires.
After qualifying, standing there in impound, one thing was clear: we were near maxed out in our current development direction. Don’t get me wrong — 2:31s at Road America is fast. Just not fast enough. Not for this field.
We needed to explore a fundamentally different approach. So overnight, we changed everything we could with what we had: tire pressures, shock damping, sway bars. Jordan put the car back on the setup pad and made sure the setup was exactly as we wanted it from the setup sheet.
Tyler and Jordan both told me later they slept like crap that night. Just lying there second-guessing every change. Were we about to ruin a good car? We had no idea if any of it would work.
The race
Race morning. Formation lap. And I could tell immediately. Even on pre-grid, the car was driving straight. Felt planted. Felt confident. Warming up the tires on the formation lap, cleaning them off, and the thing was just carving. Beautiful.
I got a really good start, but then got bottled up behind a GR86. No room on the right for the inside, checked left, nothing there either. Probably cost me a couple positions before Turn 1, but I wasn’t going to force contact. Not on lap one. Not at the Runoffs.
My mindset was simple. I didn’t think I had anything for Hammann or White based on their pace. But John LoGiudice, who I’d raced hard and clean with before? I should be able to give John a run for his money. Get to P3, and I’d be thrilled. So: get through the first couple laps clean, work through the field, get to John, and then… whatever happens, happens.
And the car was amazing. After the first lap or so, every lap just kept coming down. Faster, faster, faster. The car was responding to me, and it kept getting better as the fuel burned off and I found the new limits. I was right on John’s bumper after a few laps from the start, in his draft, pressuring him for that last podium spot. Five laps of it. Exactly where I wanted to be.
Then came lap 6. Going into Turn 1, he didn’t protect. I’m right on him through 2 and 3. Coming up to Turn 5, he starts moving left to cover the inside, and I’m thinking: perfect. I’ll go right. Set up wide, and I’ve got options. Maybe an over-under into 6. At minimum, a mega run out of 5 and I’ll be on his bumper all the way through the kink, and I can get him at Canada Corner. Or worst case, next lap at Turn 5. My kind of corners were coming. The carousel, the kink, that’s where I pull away from people.
I set up wider than normal going in. About 8 feet wider than usual, according to the data later. Fifth gear, on the brakes, everything’s good. Down to fourth, still on the brakes, and then I feel the right-side tires touch the curb on the right. While I’m still in the first phase of braking.
And they locked up.
I can only describe what happened next as this horrible cocktail of your heart dropping, fear, disbelief, and sadness, all at the exact same time. Like, what’s happening!?!?!?!?!? No. No no no!!!
John’s car is right there in front of me. I don’t want to hit him, so I move a little more right. Now I’m on the dusty concrete on the outside of the curb. I think I scraped the wall a little. The car’s slowing, I’m trying to turn it, and then the grass is just there in front of me.
Dewy grass. It had rained the day before, overnight dew, and the moment the tires touched it, it was game over. Straight into the tire wall. Honestly the impact wasn’t that bad. I drove the car out of it. But something broke in the steering. We lost all the steering fluid, no power steering, and the car went into limp mode. Wouldn’t go more than 5 mph.
Lap 6. Done. Five laps completed, running P4 the whole way, and the official results list me as DNF, handing fourth to Piekarczyk.
I limped it back to the paddock. Got there before the race was even over. Sat there and watched the end on the screens. And what an end it was: Hammann and White dueling to the final lap, contact at Turn 14, Hammann in the wall under the bridge, White first across the line but relegated to last after the stewards’ review. John, the rookie, the winner. A 37-second margin of victory that tells you everything about how chaotic those last laps were.

The feeling
I wasn’t angry. I was just sad.
I sat there in the car and cried. Later I cried with John too. He’d just won the whole thing, his first Runoffs win, after all kinds of last-lap drama. And I was genuinely so happy for and with him. We’d battled so hard and so clean over the years. There’s nobody I’d rather share a track with.

The crew
None of this happens without the people, and I need to say that properly.
Jordan and Tyler. These two basically lived at the setup pad all week, second-guessing themselves at 2 AM, then showing up and nailing it anyway. The overnight compliance changes, the toe fix, the steering wheel, all of it. They never stopped working the problem.
Jack Doherty came out with us to learn wrenching on the 370Z, and the kid was genuinely helpful. Extra hands, good attitude, soaked up everything. That’s what this is supposed to be about.

Scotty B White’s crew gave us their whole weekend. Marshall Mast, Rob Scholl, Todd. Having that operation around us made the whole week better.
And I need to stop here and talk about Rob and Christine Scholl properly, because they were a huge part of why this trip worked.
Rob is a retired police officer who got into the racing world several years ago. He was actually our first commercial truck driver at Racer on Rails. Then he started doing commercial transport driving in racing, and got the opportunity to work with Scotty B White. And look, I would never stand in the way of someone’s economic opportunity, so off he went. He’s been working with Scotty for the last couple years now.
This week, the transport operation was excellent largely because Rob was the one running it. I could trust the entire operation because I knew Rob was handling it. That’s what trust looks like after years of working together. You just know. Honestly, Rob and Christine were critical to the whole week being as positive as it was — working alongside Scotty’s team with people you trust in the middle of it changes everything.
And Christine? Christine is an absolute gem and a joy. Always. She’s there helping with the transport stuff, but also the hospitality, the cooking, the project management, keeping everything and everyone together. And she took amazing pictures for us all weekend long. The woman does it all, and she does it smiling.

I got to do the Runoffs with them because of Rob and Christine. I don’t take that lightly. So grateful.
David Orem came out just to watch and hang out. Didn’t have to. That’s family.
And Ann Doherty came out too, not even racing this year, and brought her son Jack for the experience. Watching a kid fall in love with the work, the engineering, the craft of it? That’s the good stuff.



What it meant
Here’s what I keep coming back to. I’m super bummed about the result. Of course I am. In some other universe there’s a timeline where I don’t hit that curb, I get past John, things shake out, and I’m standing on the top step of a national championship.
But that’s not how I think about things.
That trip was incredibly successful and necessary. We were never going to win at this level without learning what we learned. The compliance breakthrough, the tire program, the roll center work, understanding what a truly national-level setup looks like when you see it sitting in impound next to you. You don’t learn that from a forum. You learn it by getting your butt kicked by the best and being humble enough to look at their car and go… oh. Oh.
This sport is about trophies, sure. But the Runoffs aren’t just about us. It’s where all the fastest drivers in the country end up in the same place. I got to catch up with Ryon from the 4048 Racing team. Ryland Hazelton came over from California with his cars. Will Bolt was paddocked with us, great getting to know him and his team, and he drove a hell of a race to P2 in T2 right behind Scotty. Robert Wellington, our “Beef Wellington,” was there racing up and down the East Coast all year in the Racer on Rails-backed M235iR. His race ended before it really started, car’s hurt but he’s fine, and we got to be there for him. And Asad, car 144, a local kid we’ve worked with on sim training and real-world coaching, was out there in Spec Racer Ford running third when a racing incident ended his day. That’s racing. Proud of him for being there. Scotty went out and won T2. Not second. Won. Pole, led all 13 laps, new track record. After everything that happened in the T3 race, he put his head down and drove the wheels off that Mustang. I was genuinely happy for him. Jason Fiorito, who owns Pacific Raceways, was out there in his wild GT1 car and finished second as well. And Michael McAleenan, a friend of the show who was paddocked with us, was running the Lowe Group Racing Lamborghini Huracan in GT1 and had a podium in his hands until the fuel ran short in the closing laps. Gutting. He deserved that spot.
Our partners showed up too. The SCCA national staff who put these events on. The Hoosier Midwest folks who keep us in tires. Mike and Greg from Carbotech, our brake pad people out of North Carolina. This whole paddock is a community, and getting to be in the middle of it for a week is a privilege.


What’s next
We go again.
2027 is already taking shape in my head. Road Atlanta, twice. The Super Tour in March, which feels like a homecoming for the Cayman program, and then the Runoffs back at Road Atlanta in October. One track, three programs — the 370Z’s T3 podium chase, our GT3 Cup customers, and the Spec E46 Silver Bullet — and a full season to build toward it.
The 370Z is the best it’s ever been. We finally understand what it wants. And now we know what the next level looks like, because we saw it in impound with our own eyes.
Different cars. Different goals. Same stopwatch. We’ll be ready.
Mega thanks to Jordan, Tyler, and Jack. To Scotty and his whole crew. To everyone who came out, everyone who helped, everyone who believes in what we’re building here.
Goals. Smiles. Memories. Let’s go!!!









































































