Okay, I can understand that the average guy or gal doesn't want to run their car in Road Racing. That makes sense. People would rather take their daily driver on an autocross track. And by all means, let them go for it. But I want to be tossed on a track. I love the idea of hitting a track with a bunch of other monster machines and going for the checkered flag. I'd much rather compete in a full-on road race.
I would like to race on Sebring International Raceway one of these days. Road Atlanta and Laguna Seca are my true dream tracks though, that is where I want to be. So, anyway. Cars have been a big part of my family for a long time. As a child, my mom only had a 94 Ford Taurus SHO and my Uncle Leroy had a little Mercury Tracer. My uncle lived in Tennessee and my family lived in Detroit but we would always drive back and forth between the states. My mom and uncle would weave in and out of traffic like expert drivers and it was usually more fun than hanging in Tenn. for a weekend. Aside from the fact that I usually got to skip school on Monday for these little trips. Canada was across the border in Michigan so we went there all of the time before there was so much terrorism bulls***. Drives to Niagra Falls were fun. Same for Tennesse though. The roads weaving throughout the Smokey Mountains were awesome. Anyway, this was where my love for cars began. Even though most of my family says that I was in love with cars long before this. You know; sitting in a car seat, holding the window seal, trying to pull myself toward the window enough to watch the cars zipping by. Still, it was later, when Gran Turismo came out on the original Playstation (Thanks for taking hours and hours of my life Polyphony), and I was hooked on that game. When I turned sixteen I swore that driving fast, competitively, with precision and only enough fear racing through you to keep you on your toes was going to be easy. That was until I slid an Eclipse into a wall due to a coating of dew on the road at 6 in the morning. I understood then that it would take practice and determination. A little wits as well, hunh? So I stopped being so stupid, I slowed down, I took my time, I learned how to drive for real, the way that I wanted to be able to. And after all of this, I see that I am still learning. With every mistake, I learn a little more. Like not to open calipers. Thanks Anthony Rodriguez. Find that caliper rebuild kit yet?