Flying at 210 KPH

Flying At 210 KPH! (Entering Corner two)

My Racing Days At Mosport, Ontario, Canada (1983). Open Wheel, Single Seat, Formula Car (Lola).

Flying At 210 KPH! Entering Turn Two, Flat Out. (Blind, Double Apex, Downhill)

One Of The Most Difficult, Technical Corners In North America!

And I, as difficult as it was,…loved it!

My Racing Days At Mosport, Ontario, Canada (1983). Open Wheel, Single Seat, Formula Car (Lola).

Flying At 210 KPH! Entering Turn Two, Flat Out. (Blind, Double Apex, Downhill)

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2 responses to “Flying at 210 KPH

  1. I grew up going to the races at Mosport. My father used to race there when he was young, and as i got older I started going there with my friends. I think it was in 1986, in July, it was a hot and sunny weekend. The Saturday race line up was the biggest line up I had ever seen. I was with about 10 of my friends and was excited to see all of the really cool races on the saturday. But i missed the whole day because of a strange occurrence of missing time. It was about 8:45 am and i sat down at the hairpin turn with a friend. I got up to use the washroom, but the washroom had been messed up the previous night by some drunken mishap. So i told my friend i was going to go into the woods behind the hill. I went down into the forest and remember the tree i peed on, the forest was quiet. Further down the hill, where the sun was able to break through the trees, i saw some deer, but only parts of them through the trees. I thought i would take a closer look thinking they would probably run away. As i walked closer, i noticed that they weren’t moving at all. I thought that they might be fake, but that was strange. When i got close enough to see them without trees blocking my view, I wondered why they hadn’t run away. That is when I felt very nervous. It was like someone put the deer on Pause. Something was very wrong with this whole picture and i felt panicked to get the heck out of there. The next thing I know, Im standing in a field, eyes open, like i was switched on. All sounds were muffled like a vacuum effect for a few seconds. A low flying bird almost grazed my hip. At that point, the sounds morphed in and i looked down at my feet wondering if I had slept standing up with my eyes open. The sun was high at about 3:30pm. I could hear the sound of an approaching helicopter and a cricket by my feet and a songbird hopping in the small tree behind me. Where i stood was like a bald spot in a blonde field. Quartz rock were under my feet preventing any hay from growing there. I felt very panicky, but also mad that I had missed lots of racing. I did not know where the race track was and listened for the sounds of race cars but only heard the helicopter, which appeared from over a ridge to my left. It looked like the helicopter which filmed the races, the kind with the bubble glass. It was coming directly for me and when the pilot saw me he adjusted a little and came in lower hovering over me. I could see both occupants and was waving at them, but felt a little silly, as i couldn’t make any sense of what I was doing there. I could see them discussing something then pointing off to the west,where they flew. Thinking that they may be going back to the racetrack i ran after them, but soon lost them. I decided to go back to where i came to. I had cut a path in the field, so i looked around to see what path i made to get there, but there wasn’t any.I decided to go up the hill behind me, thinking i might find a road, but i only found a marsh which opened up into a small lake. I returned to the bald spot in the field. The helicopter came back, briefly hovered over me then returned the way it had come. I ran up to the top of the ridge to see where they were going.Eventually, the helicopter hovered in one spot which looked like about 8 miles away. It then started flying in the pattern of flying over the race track. I couldn’t believe how far away i was, or why don’t i remember the journey.I stood on the ridge. Down the other side the slope was steep, going down about 40 feet. At the base was a swamp about 20 feet wide then the other side went up to the same height as where i stood, like a big ditch. So i knew i didn’t come this way either. I followed the ditch south and it eventually closed up and turned into a cedar forest with a muddy floor. After 2 hours of hard hiking, I had found a dirt road which led to a paved road which brought me back to the south end of the park. The races were over, i was very thirsty and was almost back at the campsite when i ran into four of my buddies who were just going out to look for me, as they were pretty concerned. They said that they had gone down into the forest looking for me. My friend pointed out something on my face. I put my hand on my face and there was a green, fluorescent jelly coming from my left eye, very thick and ran down my cheek to my throat. My eye felt like it had been poked, but i told my friend that this stuff didn’t come from me. I don’t know what it was, but being thirsty, i needed water bad. I was also scraped up, muddy and dirty as heck. How did I get to that spot and stay clean? Why did the helicopter fly over me? Later, more flash images came to me of seeing my feet, and below the tops of the trees, and also i was high up in the air looking at the whole race track. I wondered if anybody on the ground could see me, and felt nervous of falling. I went to talk to the helicopter pilot the next day, as their landing site was in the infield, but they were in the air. I went on with my friends to watch the rest of an endurance race. That weekend was the first weekend in which they had bands playing and some rides, like a ferris wheel. Not really sure of the actual date, but i wanted to find the helicopter pilot and ask him what he saw which made him fly to me. I was about 4-5 miles away behind a ridge. Something must have caught his attention, but i may never know. There are some other vivid details, but that is my missing time event, it has stuck with me and has remained a mystery.

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