Come to West Texas and join me in the open-road race we have out here.
They close like 150 miles of highway and let you at it (timed for some seperation, not in a group, so you don’t really have to worry about other drivers).
Only one of the Ferraris in the race ended up being carted away in pieces . . . . Several ZVettes and Porsches didn’t make it . . .
They close like 150 miles of highway and let you at it (timed for some seperation, not in a group, so you don’t really have to worry about other drivers).
Only one of the Ferraris in the race ended up being carted away in pieces . . . . Several ZVettes and Porsches didn’t make it . . .
I met a guy last year who used to run with his wife one of those races out in Nevada year after year. He was going 150 or so and blew his tires out - factory rated to go very fast, but still not race tires.
The crash mangled him to the point it took years to walk again, and smeared his wife all across the Nevada desert.
I like races, but I don't think that style is my cup of tea....