Guido Sarzani and his adventures in Oahu

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English is not my native language, therefore I hope you will forgive my mistakes and enjoy the story anyway.

 

Scene 1 Guido Sarzani goes to Hawaii

This diary is a collection of my official memories starting from that pivotal moment in my life when I decided to leave Italy and to move to Honolulu. It is a record of all the events following that very important decision that really changed my life.

 

My last chance to get that Formula 3 seat has expired last month and my frustration has reached new limits. I decided to move my 200.000 euros to the Manoa Branch of the First Hawaiian Bank and I booked a plane from Rome Fiumicino to Daniel K. Inouye International Airport in Honolulu. Once I bought the ticket and transferred the money to the American bank I cut all my bridges and the decision is irreversible.

 

A recent acquaintance of mine has been a decisive agent who pushed me to make the decision I made. I am talking about Jordan Duro, an Italian American who lives in Honolulu and who was in Rome for a vacation this summer. I met him at the Vallelunga Circuit near Rome where I was conducting my last tests for Baldini Corse F3 team; tests which did not lead to what I was hoping they would lead: a stable seat for next year F3 championship and a paid season for me as a driver by the team sponsors. On my part I failed to bring to the team any sponsor for the next season and that was the end of my business relationship with Baldini.

One evening, at dinner with Jordan, while I was expressing all my dismay and frustration for such turn of events, he came out with a weird but interesting proposal.

“Like in many other locations in the United States, in the Isle of Oahu there is a club of clandestine car road races.” he said.

“It is not Formula 3 or anything like that, but if you can drive you can make money there”

I asked him what he exactly meant by that and his answer was that if I could not be paid to drive race cars on a track, I could make money by racing road cars in Oahu Island in the Hawaii.

“First of all is the greatest place on earth to live” said Jordan. “It is expensive that’s true; but with the right skills and the right contacts you can make a considerable amount of money there by doing what you like to do. I mean if you like racing, there is a lot of racing on the Island of Oahu”

“You mean racing on open roads?”

“Uh Uh!”

“But that is illegal”

“It is illegal but it is also highly remunerative and I have to say unfrtunately, a little bit more dangerous than racing on a track. On the plus side you can be your own racing team, your own boss and do what you want. Most of the races are at night in remote places. I race there, and if I do it, you can do it too. How do you think I pay for my expensive vacations in Italy. If you so choose I can introduce you to the club there”

At first I refused to consider such a crazy idea, but then I considered my situation and the more I considered it and the more I thought about Jordan proposal. I gave that proposal a couple of week of thought and at the end I decided that I was desperate enough to make such a move. I had invested all my energies on racing. Starting very young like may with karting. I won the Italian championship three times and yet I was not able to secure a paid season in Formula 3. No degree, no skill other than driving and no perspective in such a crappy job market like the Italian one. And even if could find a job, what kind of job would it be. I didn’t want to end up washing dishes in a pizzeria or something. I decided to invest what I had inherited from my father’s death the year before in the enterprise of moving to the United States.

 

After months of bureaucracy at the US consulate in Milan and after having bought an expensive property in Ka-’ahu Manu east of Honolulu, I managed to secure a temporary green card for two years. “Better than nothing” I thought “In two years, if I manage to make something out of all that, finding a way to stay will be a minor problem”.

With that established I finally landed at the Inoue Airport of Honolulu a beautiful spring morning and found Jordan waiting for me at the arrivals. The one way ticket costed me 700 euros and it is the cheapest that I found.

Jordan takes me to see my house first of all. We are talking about a 1BR single small house with an independent Garage, which can fit four vehicles. I guess it will come handy for when I will be super rich and able to afford four vehicles. From the Airport to Ka-’aha Manu we travel on Jordan’s yellow Civic R EK9 that he uses to race. It is a good road racer the EK9, no doubt about that. It is also pretty expensive at 25.000 dollars for a car in good conditions. Jordan is a convinced suppoorter of JDMs and according to him there is only one JDM brand worth of consideration; Honda. I don’t necessarily agree with him but I have to admit that Honda is a pretty good brand in the landscape of the imported cars.

Jordan is a lithe tall young man, blond dark eyes, he is 23 years old and he is a fairly imaginative guy who always seems to come up with some idea or solution, and when I tell him that I don’t think that I can immediately afford a top line Honda sport car like his Civic R or an Integra, which is even more expensive, he immediately finds a solution: he takes me to Oahu Motors in Palolo where there is an assortment of cheap cars among which I can choose my first racer for my “new career.” They have all kind of assortment at Oahu Motors; from the cheapest little Mazda Miata, to the most expensive import which is a beautiful French Sport Car: a compact and mean looking Peugeot 308 GTi.

After much pondering and after having tested a couple of car, I decide to go for a Honda as well; a Civic Si (EM1) a “semi sedan” with a less powerful version of the 1.6 V-Tec that equips Jordan’s car, 185 HP versus 160 of my civic. It’s a good bargain anyway because the car is only 19.000 dollars and I need to keep a buffer for living expenses, car repairs and maintenance and to pay the entry fees in the races.

The Shadow Speed Shadow in fact works in the following simple way: you enter a club event and if you are among the first three you go home with a profit, if not you go home losing the money that you put on the table to participate to the race. Then you have to consider the repairs on car, maintenance, fines, and you quickly realize that either you drive well limiting risks as much as you can or you end up broke really, really fast.

I believe the Honda Si is a good compromise and has one the best cost to performance ratio among the F cars.

The Speed Shadow classifies all vehicles into 7 different classes; from the less performing entry level cars (F class) to the most exclusive hyper cars (A class) like Bugattis, Lamorghinis and other missiles of sort. The remaining two classes are for Motorbikes which are also marginally involved in the activities of the club. The higher the race class, the higher the prize money on the table, the higher the costs to purchase the vehicle and to participate in the events and of course the higher the risks and the profits.

There is also a “Vintage” class for gentlemen drivers. It is called G class and it has its own events.

The club is a highly secretive organization for obvious reasons. All communications must be done in person and a series of measures are taken to avoid that the police infiltrates their officers into the organization. Truth told Jordan told me that some cops are “infiltrated” in the club, but as members that participate in the events and supplement their meager cop income via the club races. Like I said life in Oahu is very expensive.

 

Edited Saturday at 12:10 PM by luigidelta

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Scene 2 Baptism of Fire

Not too long after I took residence in the Oahu Island and got a little bit acquainted with the new life style I access my first competition. The first occasion to show  the club who I am and how I drive. The Rookie’s Race is the entry level and  represents for me like for all other rookies the first contact with the Speed shadow clandestine events. Four Car. Get last  in this race and you can kiss bye bye to the club. The prize money for event is  partially provided by the club itself and part is put on he table by the participants. The winner brings home 5.000 dollars, which is not bad for an entry level race. It is a short race around the Punchbowl Crater a spectacular and huge extinct volcano on the Island. By the way speaking of the local color I have to say that Jordan was right; the island is a wonderful place, and life here, if you can afford it, is absolutely fantastic. 

I am of course very nervous for this first race. In the unfortunate event that I come last, I have just the money to get back to Italy and apply to that famous dishwasher job in a pizzeria, but Jordan says that I will not get last, and I trust that he is right. The race is at very late time on a Sunday night , when the traffic is practically non existent and the risks are minimal.

In this  event there are three imports and one American car. Almost all class F are European or Japanese Jordan. tells me. US manufacturers do not make many small cars than can compete with the specialized Euro or JDM sport compact, but the Ford Focus Sì driven by a lady called Emilia today is an exception to the rule. The other two cars besides mine are a magnificent red Delta Integrale, and an emerald green Volkswagen Golf GTI MKIII  which is a very competitive car in the F class.

We all are Rookies ias its name  of the event suggests and therefore all my opponents are unknown drivers to the club. In most cases they are just wannabe who will not last long in the club even if they pass this first test, but sometimes there are some serious driver, as we will see today . 

In this race I have to say that all the drivers were decent to good. I came up second for a split second behind Adam’s Volkswagen.

At the start we all rev up and my hart beat goes up as well.  Like I said I cannot afford to be last in this race.

The Lancia rockets away in first position thanks to her excellent supercharged engine, while the Ford and the Volkswagen trade paint  in the first super fast left corner and consequently lose terrain from the Lancia. In these  first moments I can’t compete with any of my opponents on a straight line. As soon ad the curvy section begins though, things begin to change.

This race has only two challenging corners, both right corners, and the rest  of them are super fast corners you can run flat out with these not so powerful cars. In the fast chicanes  before the first challenging right corner, I start gaining on the Ford that has been left behind by the Golf. The Volkswagen driver after having broken free from the Ford, surged ahead in hot pursuit of the Lancia, whose lady driver was being a little bit indecisive in some of the corners.

Little by little, the Golf takes advantage of that, the Ford also passes the Italian Lancia, and finally, just before the braking point of the first challenging right bend I manage to pass the Ford and the Lancia at the same time, because both of their drivers don't have the necessary thick skin to enter those corners as they should.

The Volkswagen on the other hand resists bravely on the outside and we are side by side in that corner and on its exit as well. I quickly realize that the Golf driver is non joke. He knows what he was doing and he is a hard nut to crack. So much so that we remain side by side for a long stretch until by raw power he manages to pass me on the inside a couple of corners before the finish line and remains in the lead to the end. of the race.

 I am not too unhappy anyway. I put 1’250 dollars in my pocket, while the Lady with the Lancia doesn’t make it and will have to abandon hope to become part of the Speed Shadow. On the other hand I am in, together with Adam the winner and Emilia who came third not too far behind me. with the Focus

While I am calmly driving back home, a Ferrari 430 Scuderia passes me on the coastal road at considerable speed and after a while a white Lambo does the same. Jordan told me that the are some high ranking club members who think that the Island is a race arena for them even when they are not in an event. Often the police pulls them over, but they can afford the fines or the bribes they pass to the cops.

Edited Sunday at 11:18 AM by luigidelta

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Scene 3: Celebrations and Congratulations.

That same night, the club held a celebration for the rookies who survived their first Speed Shadow Race. The place is the Republik nightclub in Kona Street Honolulu, and it has everything you can expect from a nightclub and then some. There are some club leaders as well to celebrate with us rookies and praise us for our good performance in our first event. The Rookie's Race is a special initiation ritual in the Speed Shadow, and whoever passes it must be celebrated. It's a Speed Shadow tradition. By the way, I learned that Dan, one of the leaders present at the party, is the owner of the white Lamborghini that zooms up and down Honolulu  at foolish speed and that passed me on my way back home after the race.

“I was in a hurry to get ready for the party,” joked Mr. Dan when I reminded him about that. I ask him if that is the normal speed for him inside an urban area.  Hi answers with a laugh, expressing the hope that I don’t mean to bring him bad luck. His White Gallardo LP "Superleggera" is one of the most feared B classes on the island, and he is very proud of that fact. He is bound for the office of senior executive of the Speed Shadow next year if he manages to be promoted to the A class competitions. Dan tells us that he can recognize talent when he sees it, and from his standpoint, the three of us have a brilliant and long future in the club if we manage to keep ourselves and our vehicles in one piece.

The Republik is, of course, a very noisy place; full of people who want to have fun. We can barely hear each other because of the very loud music and people's loud voices. In our group, bunched up around one of the round tables in a corner of the big and dark dance hall, illuminated just by the disco lights, there are us rookies, a bunch of high ranking club members, whom the club calls "executives,” and their girlfriends or wives, I don’t know. There were plenty of very skimpily dressed women and a lot of food and beverages.

Honestly, I do not really like these kinds of pastimes, nor am I used to them, but I certainly could not refuse the invitation.

Mr. Adam, the winner of the rookie's race, on the other hand, seems to enjoy the party much more than I do. Also, Emilia, the lady who drove the Ford Focus, a small and insignificant Brunette with a very significant right foot, seems to be having a good time. She finished  the race only a couple of seconds behind Adam and myself, and in different circumstances, she could have comfortably won the race.

Adam is very boastful about his race and about how he will be racing with the big boys in a short time. May be it's the exciting atmosphere or the exciting music, but the fact is that our hero has such a big mouth that it could comfortably store both of his feet in it. Dan and the other executive grin and bear to Dan bragging. They probably think that it would be no good to spoil the party, just because an idiot thinks he is the president of the club already. 

Starting to get annoyed and bored by the noise and the confusion around me, I try to identify a girl that might be single in our group, and when I think I have found one, I kindly ask her if she will dance with me. I gave her my A+ Italian race driver smile, but I don’t think she is very impressed. She politely declines, given that he’s getting late and it’s almost time to go. Toni is her name, and she attracted my attention because she looks like a reserved girl, slightly uncomfortable with the noisy environment, a little bit like I am. I guess I will be luckier next time.

The evening has not been totally useless, though. I don’t know if the attitude of the executives is plastic training or if it is genuine, but they seemed all very friendly with me, and also with tough guy Dan.  Very open and very approachable people, and I like it. On the other hand, I believe that my adventures with Mr. Adam and Emilia are not over after just one race.

Edited Sunday at 11:26 AM by luigidelta

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Scene 4: The Eye-Opener.

Only a few days after the party, Jordan tells me that there is another night race on the schedule if I want to participate. It is called “Cute Little Race Between Friends.” Usually, there are 6 cars enrolled in the race, but this time there are only five, including me.

One more girl will participate in this event—another lady called Emilia, but not the one with the Ford. This lady sports one of those big American trucks. A Dodge Ram I learned after the race. Sometimes members of the club, particularly the ones that are so rich that they do not have a particular ambition for advancement, race with such weird vehicles after having suitably tuned them. Those things usually tend to have a lot of power but not so good handling, and this race will show exactly that. Moreover, this is also the race that opens my eyes to the real nature and the real risks of being a member of the Speed Shadow and participating in its events.

As it happened in my first race, at the start, everybody was faster than me. There is a long acceleration straight before the first braking point to take the first 90-degree right-hander. To that braking point, I come 4th. The last car is a blue Toyota G86. A guy called Riley drives it. The poor smuck has even less power than me. On the other hand, the first three cars—a Civic like the Jordan has but is light grey instead of yellow—a Mazda and the truck are well in front of me at the first corner. As I prepare to exit the right-hander, I already see the Ram spinning in front of the two other cars and going sideways out of the road. So far, so good. The lady in the Dodge didn’t last long. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like she hit anything while spinning out. I manage to avoid her by a thread and go on with my race. The second corner, a 90-degree left-hander, leads into a left ramp to be dealt with carefully, or the external wall is waiting for you. Neither the Honda nor the Mazda are spotless on this ramp, and at the end of it, I am glued to their backs and racing hard. The Civic goes slightly sideways and raises a lot of smoke, which impedes my vision for a couple of seconds.

In the long straight that follows, I manage to put the Mazda behind, but the Honda is another kind of fish to cook on a long straightaway. I have less power and less speed, and it shows when the Civic gains visibly before the next 90-degree left-hander.

Fortunately for me, we arrive at this left-hander at 100 miles per hour, and we need to brake. Hard!

Just when I was thinking about how to gain on the Honda, the guy with the Mazda shot past me like a missile, braking way later than I did. Not only that, but he drifts along the entire corner, managing to control the car very well this time. I remember that I thought that such a driving style could not last for long, and it didn’t. I also thought that I couldn’t understand how someone sane could take such risks between houses, trees, and sidewalks.

On the subsequent straightaway, leading onto another narrow right-hander, the Mazda and I are side by side the whole way. Again, at the braking, William (the driver of the Mazda) puts his car in front of mine, braking later. The Civic is already out of the corner, about 30 to 35 meters ahead. Then what had to happen happened. Exiting the corner, William goes wide and parks his Mazda in a court yard. I don’t know if Hawaii is one of those states where you can shoot someone who violates your private property, but for William's sake, I hope it is not. Fortunately, the speed was not to high, and I learned thereafter that William was okay and his car was as well.

The next challenge after another acceleration is a technical left corner blind and off-camber. Here, I take precautions because going wrong can be fatal. On the right side at the exit, all kinds of obstacles can really hurt if you misjudge the bend. I exit pretty fast at 80 miles per hour, but the Honda is still well ahead. Either this guy is very lucky or he is very capable. One sure thing is that at these speeds and on such a course, you better do everything right or...

And speaking of that, tragedy strikes just on the subsequent straightaway. Harold, the Civic driver, has exited the last corner very fast, as I said, but in doing so, he demanded too much, either from the car or from himself. The fact is that after the exit, he does not manage to keep sufficient control of his Honda and slams it on an embankment on the left at almost 90 miles per hour. Later, I learned that the Civic is completely wrecked and the driver, gravely wounded, has been rushed to the Hawaii Pacific Health Center, still alive.

Needless to say, the race has been immediately stopped, and the victory has been assigned to me. As crazy as it is to imagine, and that is also a terrible eye opener for me, I got credited with 15,000 dollars for the victory, 3.750 went to Riley and his Toyota and 1.500 to Emilia. Nobody finished the race, one driver had his car destroyed and was presumably fighting for life and death in a hospital, and the club still compiled the standings and distributed the money as if nothing happened.

Successive news about Harold that we learned later reported that his life was never in serious danger, but he suffered from multiple traumas that battered his chest and broke several ribs. He will recover at the hospital. His car will be demolished after the police finish inspecting the wreck.

On those sad notes, I finish the second event that I have ever run with the Speed Shadow Club, and I suddenly come to the realization that what happened to Harold can happen to me at any moment. This is a particular kind of racing, for sure.

Edited Monday at 02:20 AM by luigidelta

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Scene 5: Respect for a fellow driver

Contrary to average foreigner expectations, Hawaii Pacific Health Center does not look like a very organized American hospital. Maybe it’s the time of day or the number of people there at that particular moment, but it looks like a pretty messy place where all the personnel are in a hurry and don’t have enough time to help you. The lady at the reception tells me that visits from strangers are okay. Determining Harold's room is a challenging task, though, either because I am dumb or because the indications are confusing. 

At any rate, after a certain number of minutes spent looking around and changing floors, I finally managed to find the right unit, the right floor, and the right room.

I put my ear on the door to see if I could hear anything, but everything is silent, except for what appears to be a TV set on. So I knock at the door. Nobody answers, so I carefully open it to peek inside. The man lying in bed must be Harold. He turns his head towards me, and I wave my hand at him to say hello. 

He is surprised to see me. After all, we barely know each other.

"Hey man, how are you doing today? I was kind of worried for you."

Harold is visibly in pain and distress, but despite that, he looks pretty well cared for. His room is in pristine order, and Harold looks neat and clean. 

"I am glad to see that you are much better than I thought."

"I am not... I am sorry, I do not remember your name," he says, a little bit embarrassed.

"Guido, do you remember? I drove the white Honda sì" 

"Oh yeah. Guido! I am sorry. I could be doing better, you know? Doctors say it will be some time before I recover. I have three broken ribs, and they say I have suffered a pretty serious blunt trauma to my chest. In the crash, I probably destroyed the steering wheel with my tits, you know?"

"Not to be rude; but your car is totally wrecked."

"I know, right? I already received the legal complaint from the owner of the house I crashed into."

"Well, I say it is a miracle that you sustained so little damage. When I saw you spinning out at the speed that you did, I thought you were dead."

Harold seemed to want to catch his breath.

"I came out of that corner too fast."

"That's OK, man; the important thing is that you are now recovering. You've got a neat room for yourself here. Are you a Wall Street banksters or something?"

"No. I just tricked the bureau here by lying a little bit about my insurance policy. When they discover the trick, they'll probably send me to the hospital's dirty laundry warehouse for a room."

"Jeez, Harold, why did you do that?"

"Well, you know how it is in these goddamned hospitals! I got into the emergency room almost unconscious, and even before they gave me a pain reliever, the first thing they asked me was: Do you have insurance? What insurance do you have?"

"You know, Harold; now that I think about it, I don't have any insurance. Where I am from, health care is free."

"What?"

"Yeah, you don't pay anything for medical care. Of course everybody pays a lot of taxes for that, but you know, in my country nobody really pays everything that is due, except for the employees, who have their taxes deducted directly from their paychecks."

"Wow! That must be a fantastic system!"

"Uhhhhhh... I don't know about that. It is an inefficient system in more than one way. Waiting times are very long unless you have a real emergency. Also, I am not sure about the quality of our doctors. The selection process is convoluted and bureaucratic. You get in the hands of the wrong doctor, and you are dead." 

While we are having our conversation, the TV set is broadcasting the local news. All of a sudden, the announcer starts talking about illegal racing getting out of control in Oahu and about how if the police department doesn't get any reinforcements, it will soon be a lost battle against the clandestine racers who roam left and right. Harold and I look at each other. At least one illegal racer will be out of the picture for a while. Harold and I are still discussing the news when a nurse comes into the room and tells me that the visit time is over.

"Harold, is there someone here who can look after you while you're here? 

He looks at me with a contrite expression.

“All right, dude, here's my number. Please give me a call whenever you need anything.

It is, after all, what I call respect for a fellow driver.

 

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Scene 5: Making Money, Spending Money

I'm doing really well financially following my win in the cute little race. This week is the day of the time trial, which is a very easy one. It is run around several blocks in Honolulu and is known as "Need for Freedom." I will win $8,000 if I can remain under two minutes and forty-five. I'm going to purchase myself a Honda Integra if I make the $8,000.

It goes without saying that the time trial is so ridiculous that, despite my slow Honda Sì, I managed to win. I go to the Honda dealer to pick up the single Integra they have available right away.

The Integra is a far better vehicle for me to compete in the upcoming F-class races, and I intend to use the so-called cargo missions to further my financial goals. You have to deliver an extremely valuable or unusual automobile to a certain location in these delicate transport tasks. These cars are owned by high-ranking club members, and they assign us, inexperienced or lower-ranked members, the responsibility of completing these missions for a very large pay. Naturally, you can wave goodbye to your compensation and be required to reimburse all damages if you even scratch one of these cars.

I have been assigned the first of those cargo assignments today, which is to retire a Ferrari Enzo in Honolulu and transport it to an Ala Moana repair facility. It's a job worth a lot of money, an interesting assignment, and, of course, I have to drive this monster with extreme caution. I've never driven a road car with such power before in my life. I have previously tested Formula 3 cars, but never a stock car of this quality.

I can become acquainted with my new Honda while I drive the Integra to my appointment with the guy who will hand me the Enzo. Compared to the Si, the Integra ihs even greater handling and power. What a fantastic F-class piece it will be for my F-class races

Is it even appropriate for me to discuss the Enzo mission? We are talking about a remarkable vehicle. Twelve cylinders, an incredible amount of horsepower, and excellent handling, provide confidence that you should never abuse, especially if the vehicle is not your own. It takes only a few seconds to reach 100 miles per hour, and driving out of town in a vehicle like that, is a living nightmare. On the highway, where I could safely rev it up a little bit further, the engine began to breathe. Needless to say, I drove this car to its destination with extreme caution. I'll make good use of the $120,000 in compensation by buying the greatest E-class I can locate for my upcoming races in that class.

There's no time trial quite like The Perfect Driving Line. And the Integra is probably one the best F-class cars to take on this kind of race. It handles with such speed and precision that it almost feels like a race vehicle. The automobile is up to the task, as I mentioned. In the beginning, the route winds through the heart of the city, turning abruptly to the left in the direction of the Alfa Romeo dealer, and then begins to climb the hill that makes up the longest section of the event. The course climbs via a first-class chicane that should be handled carefully and in full third gear. The road then increases in elevation to a number of left turns before climbing much higher to the hilltop. The fast portion of the course then starts.

The driver needs to use particular caution at this moment. When shifting down into fourth gear, be cautious when approaching the first right-hander. A slight error here will lead you right into a house on the left as you come out of the corner. You can unwind a little after this selective section because there's another fast stretch coming up. This continues until you reach an extremely difficult and off-camber left-hander where you have to shift two gears again and enter precisely. Once more, one small mistake, and your challenge is done. The time trial finishes with a final hard right-hander that leads on the last straight and a couple more rapid S-bends that are all blind and off-camber.

Here, 2'05 is the minimum time required to win the entire prize. Just to give you an idea of how outstanding this F-class is, my Integra finished the course in 1'59.