It is extremely understeering. The steering has a relatively light feel, and is therefore not very communacative. You have to be very careful to not overdo it on the front axle, otherwise the tires will overheat.
You really have to concentrate in certain corners to keep the steering wheel steady. You need to have a light touch while steering, otherwise you will be going like a drunk through the countryside.
For now, the lap time is more important. Tim is convinced he can do better and does another lap. In the Aston, the engine is mounted at the front and the gearbox at the back. The good weight balance gives the Englishmen a neutral handling, even at the limit it does not swerve uncontrollably, which is one of the reasons Tim chose this car.
A bit tenacious at the front axle.
Last corner before the long straight, final spurt. Tim has made it.
Let's calm down first. 
First lap, I braked monstrously too late.
Ok, I was also surprised that you've hit the rev-limiter.
Yeah, I was thinking that'll fit, with other cars you can brake a bit later there. 
Tim has driven it brutally for the first time, has downrigth overdone it and with his second try, he didn't go that close to the limit but was basically just as fast, if not faster without overdoing it.
1:31! 
1:31, ok. 
And the second one: 1:29.05. It started to understeer some more, because the steering is so light and it keeps on going over the front axle. The steering is a disaster, at least for racing, because you can't "keep an eye" on the front tires if you don't feel anything in the steering wheel, so you have to rely roughly on your instincts. But the second lap was relatively good. We have to make sure that we get the steering sorted, because like this, it isn't very useful for our objectives. You feel way to little, so we have to give thought on how to make the steering more communacative, because this is absolutely essential if you are on the Nordschleife at night and it starts to rain, and your are driving along on slicks with this kind of steering, you might as well park at the side because it's way too dangerous like this.
After an insightful day at the testtrack in the Eiffel, both go back into the Sauerland. In Halver, a small town with 17 thousand people, an hour away from Cologne, lives Uncle Funny. For fifteen years now, he has a perfectly equipped garage there. Funnys garage serves for the next months as a basis for Team Schrick. Here, the production car will transform little by little into a racecar. 
The garage is just what you need if you start such a pipe dream. The nice thing is that Uncle Funny also feels like doing this. If I wouldn't have this opportunity to be in this garage with this car, I'd be unable to do this.
The conversion begins. 90000€ (83385£, 116478$) worth of car are going to be disassembled except for the chassis. Tim has scheduled one day for this.
So there it is, haven't seen it earlier. Luckily, I'm almost done...
Tims idea: he wants to have all racing parts made specifically for the car, like the engine, gearbox and interior. Risky, since he does not know wether they will fit toghether. Hard manual labour, that's not Uncle Funnys cup of tea.
Of course he helps me, but I can't expect my admired Uncle Funny to kneel down in the car and rip it apart with me. After all, he is 70 years old and I know that I have to do certain things by myself. And this is a neat task where I'll be refined, because guess how much I fancy disassembling an interior. Not at all. I would much prefer taking an angle grinder to it.
But that is unfortunately not possible, and therefore Tim is still fighting through the interior of the Aston. His motivation is sinking, but rescue is nearby. Surprisingly, an old friend arrives at the garage.
What are you doing here?
Just stopping by.
Kalle, you've brought some beer, thats fantastic!
I thought you were done already.
Yeah, that was cool. It's always fun when mates come by, and if they bring some beer, thats even better.
Cheers! Do you always have to drink alone?
I think much of drinking a beer at work ... ah, tasty... but you shoudln't go over the top, because if you drink three, it all becomes a bit diffuse. In this case I found it to be ok, because it was the starting shot, tearing the car apart, but lets not make it a habit.
Feel how much this alone weighs.
Even I could have removed that.
With combined forces the two of them get to work.
If you are looking for something, there is some stuff over here.
So, the lid is already open...
I thought you were done already. [..] There is something underneath that.
I know nobody but him who has so much patience. If you have any problem like "ah ah, Uncle Funny, thats not possible", then he comes along and goes "wait a sec" and uses little hammers, and sprays and extracting tools and then says "see, no problem". This when I realize that with my impatience, I won't get very far...ah, that's got him...and he can compensate for this.
Because I can be a guest at his garage, I have to watch my mouth sometimes, thinking "ah, there must be a quicker way to do this".
That was quite hard work.
Tim has underestimated the disassembly. Actually, the car should already be digitally measured. The obtained data is used for manufacturing the individual parts.
It stayed in one piece and is tinted with our fingerprints.
I've learned on several projects how quickly time runs out. And we already have dawdled away quite some time.
The boys decide to push a night shift and wonder what the parts might be worth on the internet.
Nope, you will have difficulties selling the carpet set.
Saved another 400 grams.
Uncle Funny has enough for today, the forthcoming nine month will be stressful enough.
Your going?
Yes, feel free to do whatever you want, but I'm going to bed.
Good night, see you tomorrow.
Don't knock down my garage.
Of course, bye.
The rules say that Tims car must have a minimum weight of 1200kg (2646lbs), if it weighs less, he gets auxiliary weights from the organisers. What he doesn't know yet is how much the new parts are going to weigh. The weight balance might get ruined, which would cost vital seconds in the race. 
If you look at 1580kg (3483lbs) and we want to get to 1250kg (2756lbs), thats quite a house number. That's when I hear voice inside of me saying: "You idiot, what are you doing here? You have no clue, follow the light, boy!". I'm in doubt wether I've lost my marbles and why I'm doing this. How am I supposed to tool away 300kg (661lbs)?
Look, I've managed to get the seat out!
One seat weighs approximately 30kg (66lbs), times two and they are only 240kg (529lbs) short of their racing weight. Every kilogramm saved is important, because later installations like the rollbar will increase the weight again.
I've put 5 Cent into the savings box.
5 Cent...
That daft american has lost his cellphone in here and never found it. How cool is that? Losing it in your car, that's one of the issues with small cellphones. Looking at the phone however, I wonder what kind of guy the owner might have been.
For sure a forgetful one, the car turns out the be a real repository. Besides a handful of coins, an hotel room card and a lot of business cards, the two boys find a cd, that lay next to the cellphone under the driver's seat.