Confirmed: this game is ALL about navigational math.

You have XX minutes to travel XX km, at a speed of XX km/h, and a penalty is given for coming in sooner OR later than the alloted time.

D=distance S=speed T=time

D=S x T
T=D/S
S= D/T

And know how I keep saying I hope we learn more about it? Found out why we don’t.

My teacher Robert told me, “that’s like giving you a lesson on the transmission, or how your engine works”… as in… you should know this coming in, and that’s what separates competitors.

Here’s the formula:

(photo from BBC.uk)

We also learned that past winners have performed all this math using only an egg timer, and figure it can’t be that hard then.

 

 

This is a page from a rally route book. It’s all about those symbols.

A Tulip – depicts the upcoming section of road, and how to drive on it. Start at the dot, finish at the arrow head.

The navigator’s job is to turn the tulips into words, and paint a picture inside the driver’s mind. A good navigator will increase the stage time by 7%, or about 6 places in the standings.

Minimal language must be used, including the least amount of syllables. Right up my alley, since I don’t really like talking.

There’s all types, on the right are bridges, gravel roads, more.  The red arrow are the ones to pay most attention to, especially !!! which could kill you.

The words are carefully chosen for the sounds they’re composed of, clever eh.

1 – harsh-sounding words, for extreme actions
2 – soft-sounding words, for easy movements

This afternoon, we were sent to practice. 1.5 km in and I’d already got us going in the exact wrong direction.

But after that, I executed it excellently. Found the trick to this game is to be laser-beam focused for short bursts of time. Even found a mistake in the route book ha.

Our team in action.

I appear confident, Michel appears opposite… which is it?

Maybe we are actually terrible, but probably not, or maybe this is all nonsense, because strategy. Just kidding.  Just ignore us.

 

 

All day. Which is a long time to sit still. Team Nissan was seated in a row at the back.

When the presentation talked about to how to protest something you didn’t like (a score, or a penalty), Michael Vaughn leans over and whispers, “I’m going to protest your car Sunday night”, and I lost it. Good one.

Race Details:

The goal of the game is to have the least amount of points.

The course is about 2,200 km long, peppered with 42 stages, each of which is between 0.7 – 24 km long.

There are 3 classes, and I’m in the middle one, “Grand Touring”. There’s about 40 cars competing in total, and 12 in my class.

Apparently the roads are nuts: no guard rails around hairpin turns hovering above mega rocks and the ocean. The whole province gets into this race, neat eh; everyone ropes off their front yard, and we race through suburbs and town centres. I could knock on that door while passing by.

It’s a Time-Speed-Distance game, it’s not only about going fast. It’s brisk, but not like the top class which travels 200+ km/h. Max I’m allowed to go is 130 km/h -ish.

And you can’t just speed through the course, stop and wait, then glide across the finish line right on time, because there’s interim time control people hiding the bushes, watching for this. Really.

There I am in the official brochure!

Michel and I sharing the driving though, to be clear (wasn’t for my lack of pitching.)

Told you I was going to wear the same thing every day.

Day 2 of class tomorrow.

Hope we learn more navigational math, I’m still unclear about those formulas.