America is where roundabouts are too confusing so they demand stoplight after stoplight. Also, where left lanes are called “my lane “ and everyone is wrong 

Most vintage racing isn’t about being super competitive (with the exception of the drivers you see at places like Goodwood each year, they are nuts). It’s more about giving cars that no longer have a series to compete in somewhere to race. That’s why vintage races sometimes have classes for “new” prototype racers.…

Global LMP2s never had multiple engine suppliers this year. Every car in competition is supplied with a Gibson motor.

It’s totally cool and has nothing to do with the bald right-rear tire.  Move along.

At least the bald right-rear tire explains the metal shavings in the diff.

I had a 2002 AP1, which went thru maybe 1 quart every 5k miles.

Sultans. Always.

Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Scar Tissue
Eagles - Hotel California
Eddie Money - Two Tickets to Paradise
Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing
Blue Oyster Cult - (Don’t fear) the reaper

Passenger... absolutely. I usually start off my week with this song. Maynard and Chino are insane together. 

Passenger by Deftones (i mean there are a billion of them out there but this one has stood the test of time for me)

HOLY CRAP WHAT A WEEKEND!!!

I know it isn’t over yet, but this was the race of the season. When Montoya tried to pass Taylor through T3&4, I just knew it would end badly. You can’t be off-line through there and hold onto your lead down the back straight. Simpson had it the moment Montoya went for it.

That absolutely intense racing. NASCAR doesn't even come close to this action.

The Crotch Belt is victorious!

It is a volume knob.

That is absolutely true. Every time I was away from my S2k for a few weeks in the winter and then I would sit back down in it to drive it again, it was always a moment of, “Ahhhhh....” The car just feels absolutely perfect. I can’t imagine a better driver position than that car.

I have to admit I abused the heck out of my AP1 for 168k miles and other than a couple clutches, my only real expense was tires. All I can say is me and the rev limiter communicated more than I did with my ex and the S2k took it like a champ. My ex, not so much.  

Which is weird because cars that are once worshiped tend to remain worshiped.

There is something about that starter button. The first time I started one was an S2000 I bought off an insurance lot with hail damage. The first time you sit in one of these, turn the key, watch the digital tach run to 9,000 RPM, and push that big, red starter button is a moment of pure bliss.