Sebring Classic 12 Hour Pistons and Props

With Axl Rose signing for AC/DC, some people have wondered what has happened to the former lead singer Brian Johnson.  Did he fall off the planet?  Did he die, or is he dying?

He’s zipping and zooming around in a pretty sweet car.  The former AC/DC frontman was racing with his wife at the Sebring International Raceway over the weekend.  The Johnson’s both raced their Porsches in the same heat at the Historic Sportscar Racing event, and were seated with the award-winning Brown family at the HSR season ending award banquet the night of Dec. 3^rd.

Residents of Sarasota, FL, Brenda and Brian Johnson entered into the Vintage/Classic GT Endurance Race.  In Class V3, with Brenda in car number 123, her best time of the day on Saturday was 8:31:49.240 in lap 9.  Brian raced in Class V1, car 121, having a time of the day of 8:30:08.061 in his tenth lap.

The southwest Florida couple were amongst many people who flocked to the Sunshine State to compete in the Sebring Classic 12-Hour Pistons and Props race.  It’s like walking into a time warp, seeing a slew of classic cars racing wheel to wheel.  Each time you think you found your favorite, another car trumps it.

Walking around the event was like a car show, as people drove their best cars to show off; Hudson Historics brought a number of Corvette Daytona Prototypes.  Stroll past Ferraris, a Prowler, SSR, Porsche motorcycles, a Can-Am Spyder, racing bikes and more.  It’s hilarious to see multiple grown men squeezing onto mini-bikes designed for kids, but it’s a quick mode of transportation across the vast expanse of the Sebring Raceway, a winding, turn-filled track unlike traditional circular tracks.

The Sebring International Raceway exploded with classic cars, military vehicles, and planes.  The historic display was educational for little ones, and a tease for the adults, who would want to get behind the wheel of a number of vehicles on display at the HSR Classic 12 Hour Pistons and Props event.  The racing got underway on Thursday, and Saturday included a 12-hour race, where drivers drove into the dark expanse of the evening, with the final races culminating on Sunday afternoon on the 3.74 mile track.

The event drew an international crowd; Chris Beighton and Alec Hammond of Lutterworth, UK, raced a Budweiser ’09 Chevy Impala SS (CoT) 5866cc and a ’66 Ford Mustang 2+2 5800cc.  Oliver and Grahame Bryant of Marlow, UK, raced a ‘67 Camaro Z/28 5700cc, a NASCAR ’05 Dodge Charger 5866cc, and a ’65 Ford Mustang 2+2 5700cc.  From Switzerland, Toni Seiler did laps in a 69/80 Lola T70 Mk IIIb 5700cc, and Alain Ruede raced an ’82 Chevy Camaro IROC  5932cc, while Robert Blain and Marc Devis brought their ’75 March 75S 3000cc.

Giles Boyer and Frank Rave of Paris, France, brought a ’73 Porsche 911 RS 2700cc.  Marko Radisic of Serbia raced a ’99 Ferrari 360 Ch’ge 3600cc, and Gerard Lopez zipped in a ’92 Toyota 94CV 3600cc/T.  Florent Moulin of Luxemburg, imported an ’01 Dallara SP1 4000cc, a prototype that raced at Sebring for the first time.

It’s bad enough trying to take luggage that is not standard size, but could you imagine transporting an entire car or fleet of cars across the ocean for a race?  There’s a lot of time and money that goes into the sport.  It can grow extremely expensive for the classic car enthusiast who has a need for speed.

Though there were the competitors from across the globe, Florida residents brought more than their fair share of jaw-dropping vehicles, and they put up a fight on their home state racetrack.  Robert Blain of Bonita Springs took first in his second race with his ’04 Chevy Corvette C6r 7000cc.  In second place was Juan Lopez-Santini of Plantation in his ’08 Porsche 997.2 Cup 3800cc.

Todd Treffert of Sarasota had a best time of 2:19.836 in his ’74 Porsche 911 IROC 3000cc, taking second place in the International/American Challenge race on Friday.  Mike Banz of Miami Beach, Bill Keith of Boca Raton, and Jamie Busby of Port St. Lucie followed closely behind in their Porsches, but it was a ’70 Ford Boss 302 5047cc that took first, driven by Curt Vogt and John Koch.  John Bibbo of Naples and Andre Herke of Sarasota raced BMWs in the race, but their cars were left in the dust behind some of other makes and models on the track; these observations make the races more educational for the fans.

People had their eyes on Rogers Motorsports’ Doug Smith and Andy Wallace, driving a 2005 Audi A8 LMS that won the Classic 24 Hour at Daytona in 2014 and 2015.  Travis Engen drove a similar car to battle against David Porter of GMT Racing in a ’07 Prescarolo Judd LMP.  Father and son team Juan Gonzalez Sr. and Juan Gonzalez Jr. raced a 2013 Oreca FLM09, an ex-CORE autosport, retired IMSA Prototype Challenge.

The event pays tribute to Sebring’s aviation history, bringing classic airplanes around the track on historic Hendricks Field, an iconic military and civilian aviation facility that is still an active airport.  A tank rolled down the track along with other military vehicles, adding to the excitement.  This year marks the 75^th anniversary of the field’s opening, as well as the 100^th birthday of Lieutenant Laird W. Hendricks.

HSR had a season ending award ceremony on Saturday night.  Race Sponsor Awards were given out to Sunoco Race Fuels, Wisko Race Engineering, B. R.M. Chronographes, Weathertech, Bob Woodman Tires, Wine Country Motor Sports Race Gear and Equipment, Speedcom Communications, Classic Motorsports Magazine, Braille, Hawks and more.

On Dec. 8, the Sebring Drag Racing will be held at the Sebring International Raceway, featuring jet dragster Elaine Larsen of Larsen Motorsports, a two-time IHRA Jet Dragster World Champion, who’s tope speed is 336 mph; the gates open at 5 p.m., and admission is $5 for spectators and $20 for unlimited racing. March 15-18 will be the 65^th Anniversary of the Mobil 1 Twelve Hours of Sebring, and advanced tickets are on sale now at www.sebringraceway.com.  For more on HSR, visit www.hrsrace.com. 

Carcass with Deafheaven and Inter Arma in St. Pete's

The first band Inter Arma is from VA and is like Emily Dickenson poetry put to metal.  Instead of the reminiscent “Because I Could Not Stop For Death,” they speak of riding slowly to their graves.  They exploded right off the bat, then slow it down to almost a Cathedral style epic song of going to the grave, a melodic groove that has parts that are purely instrumental, setting the slow march to awaiting death.

The lead singer eventually creeps in with a foreboding deep voice, as if the grim reaper is speaking.  Patchouli smoke fills the air as if an epic mist or fog in a graveyard.  While the rest of the band slows to a melodic crawl, the drummer, with no shirt and faded red shorts, pounds on steadily for the death march. 

When the pack picks up, he explodes on the drums, and the dueling guitars and bass follows suit.  The lead singer jumps in, growling, letting the spirits fill him.  The deep growls from beyond the grave meshes well with the massacre of music, as intense as the dropping of the guillotine, music splattering on you like blood from the severed neck: musical decapitation.

When they finish, they calmly exit, as if they did not just blow everyone’s mind, tiptoeing off stage as if it wasn’t them who just took the crowd on the epic journey through sound and musically inspired emotion, a trip to beyond the grave and back.  When the lights turn on and the house metal selection comes on, the drummer can be seen air drumming to the beats, proving he is a true music fan.

In fitting contrast, there is a guy in the crowd wearing a Whinnie the Pooh outfit onesie, who must be sweating…  He makes his way to the front for DeafHeaven, along with a mass of youth.  When the mosh pit erupts, some look startled, with big eyes like WTH is going on, and what are all these crazy people doing, especially the small guys in skinny jeans, uh-oh…

Whinnie the Pooh makes his way on stage to dive off into the crowd for the song Sunbather.  There’s so much dense fog rolling out from under the stage that it creates this cloudy effect like heaven.  There’s a lot of guitar playing that is higher up the fret, only adding to the ethereal effect of the band.

The lead singer says it’s incredible to be playing with a band that they’ve looked up to for so long.  He is great at slapping hands with the eager fans.  One guy nearly creams his jeans, exclaiming, “he touched me!” 

The girl next to him had her hand slapped, too, and she also looked as if she was going to cry from an orgasm.  It’s almost comical to see these young kids freaking out, because in their eyes, these guys are bigger than Justin Beiber, or girls in the 80’s screaming for New Kids On The Block.  Their music was great though, you’ll give DeafHeaven that. 

The fog made it hard to see who anyone on stage was, but it did add to an awesome effect.  It’s like a generation after the Carcass band; the lead singer sported leather dress shoes, paired with jeans ripped below his ass cheek.  The one guitar player could’ve been a stand-in for the guy turned into fishboy in that Rob Zombie film.

They were good enough that you would go purchase their album, so worthy of checking out if you’ve not heard them before for sure.  They end with Roads to Judah’s “Unrequited.”

Carcass guys set up the stage with a medical tools backdrop and positioned LED screens.  The same medical tool backdrop drapes beneath the drums and wraps around boxes, adding to the slice and dice effect.  A lot of youth filters out, as the older fans claim the front of the stage, each looking a little bewildered, like they didn’t expect to see a bunch of kids rocking out before a band like Carcass.

Feet are sticking to the ground, commanding you to stay in the front row.  Each time you pick up a hoof, you worry your shoes will get torn apart.  It’s like superglue on shoes.

Carcass commands the stage, bringing the heaviest riffs by far.  The mosh pit erupts like a volcano, asking over the crowd.  People hit around as if abruptly struck by a car of drunk drivers.

The make people chant along, egging them on.  Hair flies every which way, and the two guitarists battle for domination in between fits of angry screams.  The LED display even encompasses the drum kit, a really cool effect.  Bloody body parts, even a mangled, bloody penis, rotates around the LED synched displays.

Hearing the proper British accent is such a contrast to the guttural belting when they sing, but they command the audience like a king.  Some of the young blood went home to their moms, but a few brave ones stayed to get schooled on how these British cats rule.  There’s a bleach smell in the air, like someone has been sterilizing medical equipment.

Whinnie the Pooh must’ve been ripped apart, and maybe that’s his innards they’re flashing on stage, a take no prisoners show, regardless of age.  Here in Florida, lots of people sport their Death shirts, and the lead singer recalls coming to Florida in Miami to play with Death, calling it the “most epic tour ever.”  Bloody surgeries are shown on the stage, adding to how much these guys rage.

The real troopers stomp around, pounding fists and knocking their heads.  They show the young bloods what a real mosh pit is all about.  It’s not running in a circle, but hard, heavy hits, like people having fits.  

One guy marches by wearing a leather studded kilt.  Girls sport fishnets, even on their sleeves under their concert shirts.  The fad of skinny jeans replaced with cargo shorts, many sporting camo for Veteran’s Day. 

Military is definitely a group that doesn’t play, able to slaughter as much as the band that shreds on stage.  Like soldiers, these guys don’t take a break, stomping on until everyone in the crowd feels the ache.  They don’t pause for a ballad, just hitting hard again and again like a fly over dropping bombs, leaving a path of destruction and the telltale Carcass.

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