Thursday, December 31, 2015

2015: Many trips, one journey

Not really feeling a major writing spurt but in summing up 2015, I think through all the events attended, my lasting memory from this year will be the people.

There were professional highlights - a second straight year getting to cover both the Indianapolis 500 and 24 Hours of Le Mans in the same year was incredible. Additionally, getting to live out a childhood dream in not only covering a Formula 1 race, but doing so for the U.S. network home of the sport and being there in the post-race press conference to ask a question of the newly crowned World Champion, Lewis Hamilton. Lastly, going to Germany for Porsche's Night of Champions was an amazing way to cap off the year.

But it was the human moments that stood out more. 

From celebrating my Grandma's 100th birthday to losing but then remembering one of racing's all-time good guys, it's the people who inspire you to do better and be better as a person.

There's a handful of you who've really helped me and been there for me throughout this year... you know who you are. 

In looking ahead to 2016, while the at times crazy travel schedule will continue, I'll try to improve, and I'm thankful for all the people around me along for the ride. 

Happy New Year!

The schedule of races/racing-related events I attended this year, in my 10th season reporting on motorsports, included:

January: Roar test, Rolex 24 at Daytona
February: Chicago Auto Show, IndyCar media day
March: COTA PWC, Miami Formula E, Sebring 12, St. Petersburg IndyCar
April: NOLA IndyCar, Long Beach, Barber
May: Monterey IMSA, Indy GP, 99th Indy 500
June: Detroit, 24 Hours of Le Mans, Watkins Glen
July: Milwaukee, Lime Rock
August: Mid-Ohio, Road America IMSA, VIR, Sonoma
September: Monterey PWC/MRTI, COTA WEC/IMSA, Road America test
October: Road Atlanta, COTA F1
November: Las Vegas Red Bull GRC/SEMA, Daytona test, Sebring Lamborghini World Final
December: Stuttgart, Germany, Porsche Night of Champions

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Driver ratings should be downgraded altogether

It’s that most wonderful time of year in the world of sports car racing where teams are trying to put programs together for the following season. The problem is, the economics of putting it all together can be complicated, especially given what could be a drinking term in sports car racing: driver ratings.

If you’re unfamiliar with the process, here’s a brief primer. There’s four such ratings available: Platinum, Gold, Silver and Bronze. You might remember earlier this year, each was mentioned in a blog post about how many acronyms there are in sports car racing. 

In theory, this is how they should work. Key words “in theory:”
  • Platinum: Primarily factory drivers and other universally accepted paid professionals
  • Gold: Paid professionals or junior series professionals who are not yet with a factory outfit
  • Silver: Top-level gentlemen drivers who do not derive their sole income from racing cars
  • Bronze: Newer gentlemen drivers who are often lacking in experience


Now do all drivers applicably fit within those categories? It’s a yes-and-no type thing.

There’s several problems with the current formula as it is.

JUNIORS MINTED? 

For one, if say you’re an up-and-coming junior formula driver in North American open-wheel racing, you’re likely classified as a Gold (Matthew Brabham and Stefan Wilson would be two good examples). If you’re an up-and-coming junior driver in sports car racing, you’re likely a Silver (as Sean Rayhall was for 2014, before being bumped up to Gold for 2015).

A strange situation that occurred this year though, was that Porsche Junior drivers Connor De Phillippi and Alex Riberas were ranked differently. "CDP" was a Gold, Riberas a Silver, and thus Riberas held more value given his rating. 

Now in theory, if you’re a junior driver lacking for sports car experience, regardless of whether you’re coming from the open-wheel or sports car world, or another arena altogether, you should be classified the same. It shouldn’t be split down the middle between some being Golds and some being Silvers. Whether the one choice is a Gold or Silver is a matter of opinion.

The gentlemen driver will likely tell you that racing against “fake Silvers” – drivers that have outright talent but are unheralded, unheard of in North America or simply fly under the radar – does them a disservice because they’re not racing against equal competition.

The up-and-coming junior driver will probably argue that because he or she may not be at an equal level of sports car experience compared to an Andre Lotterer or Scott Pruett (diverse examples, but basically two top-level Prototype drivers in either FIA WEC or TUDOR), they shouldn’t be ranked as such, for at least their first full year in the championship.

As it stands now, both types of drivers get screwed. In an arena where an “Am” driver is required, teams may opt to bring in a “fake Silver” – a Pro who for whatever reason doesn’t have one of the two Pro ratings – to optimize the car’s lineup. This is a course of action that you can’t fault teams for, because that is how the system is set up.

This hurts both the Ams and the Pros. The Pros lose out an opportunity by the fact the class isn’t designated to allow for them to have a shot full-time (or even in some endurance races), and some Ams lose out by the fact they have to race against Pros.

So the blurred lines, worldwide, fixate on what makes one driver a Silver and another a Gold, even if he or she have similar resumes.

ONE AM, TWO AMS, FAKE AMS? 

Another problem? The type of lineup. Until a team knows what type of lineup a class requires - i.e. One Silver or Two Silvers, one Bronze, only one Platinum/Gold or whatever - it may not know where it can compete.  

This has the knock-on effect of a team perhaps wanting to run a car in one class but not having the lineup with which to do so. An example this year, albeit an extreme one: Bret Curtis had an accident at this year's 24 Hours of Le Mans practice day. The ProSpeed team with which Curtis, a Bronze, was running with Platinum-rated Jeroen Bleekemolen and Silver-rated Cooper MacNeil were scheduled to race in an older Porsche 911 GT3 RSR in the GTE-Am class.

As the team sourced a backup car to replace its injured one, they could not source a suitable Bronze-rated driver replacement to replace Curtis, who was ruled out. So this made for the abnormal situation of a two-driver lineup, with the car then moved into the GTE-Pro class (no driver ratings restrictions) in a car that was intended to go for a top result in GTE-Am. As it turned out, Bleekemolen and MacNeil completed an ironman 24-hour stint on their own and ended fifth in GTE-Pro, for a better result than would have been the case in GTE-Am.

But great as that story may be, it's still confusing to the masses unless you're massively engaged in the day-to-day inner workings of how complicated it is to make lineups work, given the rating restrictions. 

SWITCHING IT UP

Then there's another problem - changing driver ratings in-season. Granted, it didn't happen a ton last year, but it happened enough to affect several drivers last year, which prevented possible opportunities. Again, it's a case of if you're going to have them, at least keep them consistent and level for a standard period of time. 

ULTIMATELY, THIS IS A MICRO PROBLEM AFFECTING ON A MACRO LEVEL

The greater problem? The fact that you seemingly need an degree in advanced mathematics or an acute awareness to study formulas for what makes a lineup, a lineup, not only prevents drivers from getting opportunities, but unnecessarily complicates the process on the whole.

In an ideal world, driver ratings should be downgraded to just Pro or Am, if not abolished altogether. It’s unlikely to happen, but it would make things so much simpler.

I can’t tell you how many times this past season I thought or asked, “Wait, is that lineup good to the regulations?” Sebring this past year saw nearly half the GTD teams need to switch their lineups last-minute to comply.

It hurts from an optics standpoint – if you can’t reveal who is driving your car until the last minute, how are you supposed to do advanced promotion of it and thus help grow your car and brand awareness?

It’s confusing from an organizational and statistical standpoint – remembering which drivers are Gold and which ones are Silver can make your head spin. I’ll usually know which drivers are Pros or Ams, but there are definite times where I’ll need to check the list to view the ones that aren’t as straightforward.

Sometimes with the reasoning behind certain drivers is questionable. For instance, if you’re over 50, you can be classified as an FIA Silver – this includes ex-F1 drivers such as Stefan Johansson and Martin Brundle, respectively.

Earl Bamber, through no fault of his own, seems to be the poster child for a rating mismatch as he’s currently listed as a Silver. The New Zealander has won the Porsche Carrera Cup Asia, and most recently, Porsche Mobil 1 Supercup titles this year. He is a pro, and a badass one at that, but somehow has been misclassified.

This rates him – and the ex-F1 drivers over 50 that are eligible – equal with a majority of tech gurus and other businessmen who typify the words gentlemen racing drivers.

For a comparable NASCAR example, it would be like saying Terry Labonte, a two-time Sprint Cup champion who is now 58, would be the equivalent of a John Potter, the am, team owner, and savvy businessman that runs Magnus Racing. But Labonte wouldn’t be the same rating as longtime Hendrick Motorsports teammate Jeff Gordon, even though they’re both series champions. Because that makes sense.

The bottom line is that it’s hard enough for sports car racing to get recognized in this country as it is, beyond the small, core group of media members and slightly bigger, but still small hardcore group of fans.

We spend our days asking “how does this driver fit this lineup” rather than “how can we better promote this driver, knowing he or she will be part of this lineup?”

Driver ratings don’t help the problem. You’re either a Pro or an Am. You need both for endurance sports car racing to be sustainable, but you don’t need to cloud the picture by having questionable ratings for some inadvertently screw the pooch for others.

But is simplicity so much to ask for? Yes, because this is sports car racing, and the word simplicity might as well be from another language.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Pausing From a Virtual Blur for Real Talk

You don’t realize how fast life moves until it stops – or until you’re forced to deal with something that takes you off your normal groove, your rhythm and your flow.

I write this now, on a random Monday evening, only because the time has come for the fast-paced, frenetic nature of the last several months to pause, properly reflect and attempt to decipher the madness.

From the last weekend of April through the third weekend in June – in total, April 21 to June 21 – I did not have a single day off. Not even a weekend day. There were nine consecutive race weekends – seven on site (Barber, Monterey, Indianapolis twice, Detroit, Le Mans, Road America) and two more I covered remotely from home.

What was meant to be a several-week break at home in June turned into just a one-week break as I got a family health scare, and immediately headed to Phoenix for an indefinite period as I didn’t know how my close family member would be. Mercifully and fortunately, he’s much improved since.

The flow has since returned with trips to Toronto, Mid-Ohio and Road America again… and then Saturday night, while having an enjoyable evening out with friends, a work colleague calls me at 12:30 a.m.

You never want to get a call at 12:30 a.m. under any circumstances.

And this was the first I’d heard of the Tony Stewart news, with his car striking and ultimately taking the life of young Kevin Ward Jr.

What has followed in the two-plus days since has been something that’s been perplexing and difficult to comprehend all at once.

I’d been at Road America on assignment this weekend anyway and the news there – while relevant to the series, media, fans and stakeholders on site – just seemed off on the actual level of importance in the racing world at large. All the while my colleagues on the MST side busted their asses to cover the coverage, and then I came on board for more analysis, reporting and three last-minute radio interviews today.

The perplexing thing is that when a situation like this evolves, you’re kind of boxed into a Catch-22 corner.

The eternally hungry beast that is the Internet thrives and survives only on new content, and frequent new content.

And frankly, amidst the professionalism you see from the racing reporting pros, you also see a ton of shit both in articles and on social media. 

You have respected media members in the NASCAR and racing world who are writing reasoned analysis, with disciplined reporting, and accepted standards. Frankly, our editors would beat the hell out of us if we didn’t – and they should.

And then, as they seemingly always do whenever a tragedy, bad accident or otherwise controversial moment in racing occurs, the passerby national media roll up in their loud, obnoxious Hummer H2 (you get the idea) acting like they run the joint.

Generally speaking, they lack any sort of context, clue, understanding or appreciation but then they opt to not only chime in, but chime in loudly and in full color on your 1080P HDTVs, or whatever the latest trend is in viewing. Or on their websites. Or both, because convergence and new media.

And then there’s the comments section. Oh, the comments section. It’s filled with kings and queens of the basements, many who possess a Bachelor of Arts in Name Calling and a Master’s in Epic Lack of Decorum. Much wow.

I’m usually not in favor of starting wars, but I’d gladly support a unilateral military strike on the comments section.

Anyway, with the Stewart/Ward story, only they know what happened, and we’ll know more only when the full investigation is complete.

What we can gather from the admittedly shaky YouTube clip – if you have had the misfortune of watching it – is that it’s dark, Ward had a dark firesuit, dark helmet, walked onto a hot track and was collected. Also, visibility on the right side of sprint cars? Generally sucks. Anything more than that is not for us to write or for us to attack in the court of public opinion.

I first met Tony Stewart as a then 7-year-old fan at the old IRL “Test in the West” at Phoenix International Raceway in 1997. Stewart and Arie Luyendyk were cracking jokes, going back-and-forth about how they’d handle the new IRL car, and giving this kid a thrill of a lifetime by talking to me, signing autographs and making sure I was back for the race. That year, Stewart nearly won but lost to Jim Guthrie in what was one of the IRL’s greatest ever underdog stories.

I haven’t had the chance to get as close to Stewart other than a brief interview I had with him at the Barrett-Jackson auction in 2007 – my second full year as a reporter. But I know from the sources I’ve spoken to that Stewart, despite the rough edges, occasional bad temper and mistakes he’s made, has a good heart and never in hell would do something like this intentional.

The suggestion that anyone behind the wheel of a race car would do so is asinine, as well. Remember these are professionals, running anywhere from 100-1,000hp beasts and they’ve got to know how to control them. All the while knowing that one mistake could not only affect them, but also their competitors.

The point of the above preamble is that my family got me into auto racing, I’ve been a fan for almost 20 of my 25 years and I’ve been fortunate enough to have made a career writing about it for the last nine.

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is from my old mentor at Michelin, John Love, who taught me the phrase “who owns the news.” And in this Stewart/Ward story, that is only the officials investigating this case, nothing more. Our job then is to tell the story purely on facts and not on conjecture and misinformation.

As current media members, we’re slaves to the rhythm. The beast needs feeding, but frankly, sometimes, I wish it didn’t. It’s hard to put your mind to writing quality copy when a driver has lost his life and another one could well be scarred for life. But that’s our job.

There’s the other part about the rhythm of feeding the beast, and that’s what it can do to personal relationships.

I’ve had some family relatives in town off-and-on for nearly a month, and the fractured nature of knowing when news happens and being on call almost 24/7 to cover it – we again refer here to the 12:30 a.m. phone call I received Saturday night – can put a strain on those relationships.

You want to spend as much time with them, appreciating the actual real world relationships instead of being slaves to the virtual world of writing, tweeting, Facebooking, Instagramming and on down the line. Because our real world life can be affected by our virtual numbers – notably the number of likes, shares and retweets.

And it’s moments like this – when you’re dealing with tragedy that it takes your mind off the real focus – family, friends and real world relationships.

This year, the biggest thing I have struggled with is finding that real/virtual balance. It's been severely out of whack. 

The point of this random stream of consciousness, after you’re probably like Steve Martin in Planes, Trains and Automobiles and you’re thinking, “Hey, DiZinno, have a point – it makes it so much more interesting for the listener!” is this:

In the hierarchy of importance, our real lives must take precedence over our virtual ones. While we, as reporters, must strive to maintain journalistic excellence and do our best on every story we write, we have to let the facts play out as they do and cover when it’s important to do so, not merely just to fill air time or web space.

To close, I can only echo the thoughts of the now late Robin Williams, whose untimely death this evening is another blog post unto itself given his circumstances, in Dead Poets Society:


Carpe, carpe diem.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Why Long Beach is amazing


Few racing events hold as much allure, glamour and memories for me as the Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach.

The race celebrates its 40th running this year, and although I’ve only been alive for just more than half that number, this year’s will already be my ninth time attending – more than I have for any other race.

With that, I hope you’ll allow for a brief indulgence of a trip down memory lane to some of the events that made me a racing fan, and eventually led to my career as it has developed. Long Beach was never my home circuit except for one year, but it has long been my favorite stop on the Verizon IndyCar Series calendar.

Of course you’ll allow it. This is my blog, dammit, and I can write whatever I want ;-)

1998: FIRST TIME ATTENDING, AND TWO DRIVERS STAND OUT

The 1998 race featured my intros – I was then 8 – to the spectacle that is Long Beach. From the chance to meet my heroes in the CART paddock and get autographs, walk the track and discover the sight lines, stay at the legendary Queen Mary on the south side of the circuit and then watch a thrilling race, it was part of what helped root my passion for open-wheel racing.

Two drivers stood out. The first was then-21-year-old Mexican driver Michel Jourdain Jr., driving for the underdog Dale Coyne Racing team that was then partnered with the late, legendary Chicago Bears running back Walter Payton. Jourdain was an unheralded but promising young driver who, when he punched above his or the team’s weight, instilled the joy of seeing what happens when the established top dogs get tackled. We met at the Queen, and have stayed in touch since.

The second, of course, is race winner Alex Zanardi. After falling behind early in the race and getting caught up in a traffic jam at the circuit’s most iconic/notorious corner – the final hairpin leading onto Shoreline Drive – Zanardi mounted a phenomenal comeback that culminated with a pass of Bryan Herta at a place that seemed ridiculous. Then Dario Franchitti followed him through. Zanardi did the donuts at Turn 1 after the win, as my dad and I were among the near 100,000 or so fans cheering from the grandstands.

1999: AN ARRIVAL, AND ANOTHER CHANCE MEETING

As I posted earlier this week to MotorSportsTalk, the 1999 race was the time the North American audience really got introduced to Zanardi’s replacement at Target Chip Ganassi Racing, Juan Montoya. Montoya’s win was among the highlights but more so, and one that’s stuck with me with each passing year, was a chance to meet the late Greg Moore at the Long Beach airport leaving on Monday.

I’d developed a habit at that point of just jotting down reports after each race – my handwriting was entirely more legible – and drawing the cars. I happened to have one with me that race – Moore’s win at the 1999 season opener in Homestead – and showed it to him, and he was speechless. He was a kid himself – one destined for greatness – and I’ll never forget the smile on his face when he saw the similar level of youthful passion for the sport. Tragically, the world never got to see what he could truly accomplish after his fatal accident at Fontana that Halloween.

2003: JOURDAIN, ALLMENDINGER’S BIG WEEKENDS

Remember Jourdain, who I mentioned earlier in this piece? Michel had played himself into a top-flight ride after six years learning his trade (a luxury not afforded in modern-day IndyCar), with Bobby Rahal’s team. He’d shown flashes of brilliance in his first season with Team Rahal in 2002, but it was in 2003 when he took it to the next level.

Long Beach should have been his first victory. He took his first pole although Paul Tracy got the jump on him at the start, but played a smart strategic race to be in position for the win ahead of his last pit stop.

Oh, that last pit stop. It still bugs me to this day. The gearbox stalled out and it was game over – meanwhile “PT” waltzed to his third straight win to open the season. For Jourdain, who ultimately finished third in that year’s Champ Car standings, it was one of only two races he failed to finish in the top-12 points-paying positions (the other, coincidentally, was the other race I attended that year at Road America. Maybe it was my fault? We’ll see later.)

There were a lot of then young up-and-comers I met that weekend, too. A talented Californian named AJ Allmendinger won the Formula Atlantic race, in a field that also included this notable names: Danica Patrick, Ryan Dalziel, Joey Hand, Alex Figge and Luis Diaz among others. Champ Car had two rookies named Sebastien Bourdais and Ryan Hunter-Reay, who eventually went onto win championships.

Discovering the young drivers, and meeting them before they become the big stars, is undoubtedly one of my favorite parts of my job. That weekend did a lot of it for me.

2007: AGE IS JUST A NUMBER, OR IS IT MORE?

This was a funny one. I was 17 at the time, and hadn’t been to Long Beach in four years. I was into my second season contributing to Motorsport.com on Champ Car and the IRL.

Yet even though I was a budding media hack, I wasn’t yet eligible to ply my trade in the media center. You had to be 18… probably to ensure you didn’t take any of the food away from the veterans. So Dad and I took it in as fans, and I met at least three Atlantic drivers younger that me who’d be racing on these same streets: John Edwards, Adrien Herberts and Matt Lee.

More young guns I met during that weekend? How about all of JR Hildebrand, Simona de Silvestro, James Hinchcliffe, Jonathan Bomarito and more, who were like those three in the Atlantic field and would eventually go on to bigger and brighter careers.

The other funny part of this weekend was that I’d gotten my first invite for a RACER Magazine party, even though I wasn’t eligible to write about it! Multiple meetings occurred there in an all-around fun night.

On-track, I think this was the year astronaut legend Buzz Aldrin flipped his car in the Toyota Pro/Celebrity Race. Then “PT” hurt his back in the new Panoz DP01-Cosworth, and Oriol Servia came to the rescue to replace him.

The Champ Car race itself was uneventful compared to the other three I’d been at – Bourdais won and Servia was second – but it was the weekend itself that was a blast.

2010: THE MEDIA PAYOFF

After four prior trips, this was the first time I was able to go to the media center – life goal accomplished. It was my second race working with the Michelin PR/marketing team, and night-and-day difference between it and the first race at Sebring.

At Sebring, you have 6 days of work. At Long Beach, you have exactly 3 on-track sessions. It’s relatively laid back – as much as it can be for working.

On-track, the race came down to an epic scrap between Simon Pagenaud in the Highcroft P2-spec HPD and Adrian Fernandez in the P1-spec Lola Aston Martin, which is one of the most gorgeous sports cars to my mind in recent memory thanks to its flowing nature, lack of the rear engine cover “Shark fin” and shrieking, piercing V12 engine.

Pagenaud – who was then a rookie in Champ Car in ’07 – put on a comeback clinic to catch and pass Fernandez for the win on the last lap. It remains one of my all-time favorite finishes, although it isn’t as widely heralded in sports car lore because it occurred at a track better known for open-wheel racing.

2011: A RELATIVELY UNEVENTFUL WEEKEND, SAVE FOR ONE BIT

There’s not a ton I can recall about 2011 quite honestly. Like in 2010, I left on the Sunday to get home early. There was a chance meeting of Patrick Carpentier, ex-open wheeler, but that was about it related to the race.

However, that weekend was where I was told by RACER’s Laurence Foster there was a potential web editor position opening up, and I’d be graduating in a little more than a month…

2012: #BLAMETONY, RAIN, RACER, AND A DOUBLEHEADER

OK, so 2012 was another level of Long Beach for me. For one, the RACER gig had actually materialized, but we were in flux as an organization. Haymarket sold to RACER’s original founder Paul Pfanner in March, which saved the company but put some pressure on us to perform from a media side.

In my case, I’d have extra focus to cover the IndyCar and ALMS races in detail, as well as do some magazine interviews. Plus we had the RACER 20th anniversary party. It was going to be busy.

Then… well… there was the weather. Since I had moved from Milwaukee to Orange County to take on my new post at RACER, the inside joke was that I had brought the crappy overcast, cloudy skies and rain with me. My two buddies, Efrain and Eversley, said “it’s @tonydizinno’s fault,” then #BlameTony, and the hashtag took off from there. Heck, I believe the post on that #BlameTony weekend got the most page views ever of any post ever written in this space.

On-track, ‘ol Pagenaud damn near pulled off another one. He put in a storming comeback to almost overtake Will Power for the win, but just ran out of laps. Meanwhile Hinchcliffe inherited his first career podium after teammate RHR was docked for hitting Takuma Sato on the last lap.

2013: TWO HATS, DIFFERENT WORKLOAD

With a change of jobs in the winter between 2012 and 2013, I entered Long Beach a year ago as one of four writers for MST, and also had taken on the role of PR rep for the radical DeltaWing. Although Long Beach for me last year was the beginning of the end as far as the DeltaWing went… I’d gone to Atlanta on a day trip the Friday prior to leaving to basically tell my boss it wasn’t the right fit between the two of us. I’d do Monterey the following month and leave it at that.

As such, I had to bolt out of Long Beach on a redeye Saturday night to get back to Atlanta for another test of the car, the first time Katherine Legge drove the chassis. It was an interesting few days…


With all that in the bag, roll on 2014. I’m stoked to be headed back once again.

And by "stoked to be headed back," I mean I'm already here and now I'm wondering why exactly I left Southern California when I lived here...