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I nod and head back to my office to do just that. My job as car chief and engineer is to make sure the cars are built to the specifications of INDY each race and that each car setup is different. This year, they’ve made even more changes to the safety and body packages from last year which change how we set-up the cars for aerodynamics.
“Knock, knock,” the feminine voice of Haisley interrupts the work I was attempting to start.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask turning to face her.
“I’m ready for the simulator if you’re free?” she replies, and I nod.
“I’m free,” I confirm as I search my desk for the specs. Once I find them, I stand and head to the door. “Alright, let’s get this going.”
Haisley smiles and walks in front of me. She’s showered from her workout and is in a tank top and yoga pants. I follow her down the corridor to the simulation room. Thankfully, there are multiple simulators if needed; one for stock cars and one for INDY.
The sim room is empty, and I whisper a silent thank you to the higher power because I’m not sure I’m in the mood for anyone right now. I get into the INDY simulator and pull out the keyboard to the computer. I pull up the Texas track and add the customized specs to the system. Once it loads, I step out of the cockpit setup and look at Haisley. “The computer is set-up to the basic specs required by INDY. You can change what you need, and then we can adjust as you do the simulation.”
“Got it,” she answers as she climbs into the rig. Haisley starts messing with some of the specs for the digital car and ends up changing a few things, but not much.
“Do you want me to stay?” I question as she locks into the simulation.
“If you want to. If not, I can bring the specs back,” she replies hesitantly.
“I’m free. Not much to do with the car until you tell me how you like it.” I watch her face smile. Her cheeks are blushed.
“I’d like it if you stayed. This way we can change it as we need to right now. Then you can download it,” she explains.
“Okay, sounds good. Let’s get you going. I’ll sit over here and watch.” I point to the chair next to the simulator. I sit down and watch as she goes through her routine. I watch as she changes the settings as she goes. I take my own notes down on my clipboard, hoping that her changes jive with requirements.
“How does it feel?” I question, watching her take the turn into three.
“A little loose in the corners,” she responds as I jot down notes.
“Use your weight jackers and see if that helps at all. Remember, we’re going left a lot on an oval, so shifting weight may help the handling depending on how you feel.”
“Okay, let me try to increase speed in the simulation and see if the weight smackers make any difference,” she replies.
“Let me know how it works,” I comment. I watch as she pulls out onto the proverbial track. Haisley grips the steering wheel, and I watch as she extends into different gears. She begins to turn into turn one, and I see her toggle with the jackers. “Any difference?” I ask.
“There’s a little bit of difference, but I’m not sure quite where I think I might have to change some of the other settings.”
“Okay, well, just let me know what the changes are when you’re done. I’m going to head back to my office and get some of the specs uploaded to see how we are with them. Sound good?”
“Thanks, Saint. Sounds like a plan, see you in a few,” her soft voice carries as I watch her turn the steering wheel left.
I walk back to my office slowly, clipboard in hand. It’s about three-thirty in the afternoon. Most of the guys are still working on the setup of the car. Neil waves at me from his desk in the mechanic room as I walk by.
“Hey, Saint, I need to talk to you for a second,” I hear him say.
“What’s up buddy?” I walk into his office.
“I started working on the specs, and Mac is helping me install the shocks. Do we have any feedback on what she’s liking right now?”
“I have a few things I was going to upload into our spec list on the server, the secret one.”
“Still not trusting Bud?”
“Not one bit, buddy. Not one bit. I’m going to head into my office and work on some things; let me know if you need anything else.”
“Roger that, boss,” he says as I walk out the door. I walk the short distance to my office, step in, and close the door. Sitting down at my desk, I pull up the secret shared folder and begin typing in the specs that I know. Haisley’s setup is not much different than the one we used last year. A few minor tweaks.
I continue working when I hear a soft knock on my door. I look up to see Haisley standing in the doorframe. “Got a minute?” she questions.
