Painfully accurate- and a heartfelt thank you to the community who both recognized this isn’t a video game / entertainment issue, it is someone wishing to commit harm, and they chose to let others know.

I have headed East-to-West (VA to OR) several times. Radio broken (not fun, but could hear the Chevette breaking down easily), or with friends. Drive / refill car & bellies - 19 hours, sleep 6 - gain about an hour each day. If I didn’t need the car or what I needed to bring... FLY, the Midwest is a soul-sucking…

I have some reclining Hunsaker seats that accept 5 point belts and have decent bolsters. I drive up to six hours in them, limited more by the lack of summer air conditioning than by a sore posterior. I don’t see many of them around.

More than a track-spec’d M2 from 2017... by 10%.

Also in NoVa - I hope you have a great, safe journey and I look forward to reading more.

My father grew up in a Central Oregon logging town in the ‘30's through 1954. Company housing, limited funds, but lots of family. My grandfather worked in the mill, I think he was some sort of a line foreman at the time. When Dad was about 14, about 1950 or so, his parents poured the then-only six boys aged 14 to…

Racism isn’t a one way street.

Never underestimate the value of earplugs. Hour upon hour of that noise while driving is doing you no favors.

I teach science to sixth grade students, an audience that seldom estimates risk well. We use JASON Project, and Monster Storms is one of the units they often like. This year’s group of kids was like these wannabes in the story - all giggles, no reality - until I had enough. The jokes had to stop.

Excessive speed in Virginia is jail time. More than 20 mph over, or over 80mph, and you can be in the pokey. A Jalop writer had to do time, in 2011(?) or so.

Went from a 3 point belt to six points, and HANS. Driving at Watkins Glen went from feeling like I was driving on a playground monkey bar set up ‘hold on with one hand while you....’ to a predictable, solid, stable platform on a track.

I would take that over most of the crash-fests on TV. Or the F1 conga line.

Dexter, the gutless scum puppy from hell, was my college car, a 1979 Chevette 2 door hatch that I hooned to death from Virginia to Oregon’s logging roads, becoming more gutless, unreliable, and increasingly crappy day by day. It was seven years old when I got it, and it sucked. It only went downhill from there. In…

What if you BTDT?

Looks like it is privately owned. According to a board discussion on tennspeed.net, the size is closer to karts than a road course.

Get both - and the 993 can be a blast if properly ‘molested’ (by a quality shop).

Seriously innocent question:

I bought another car. My son, 17, responsibile, budding enthusiast, drove my E36, a 1997 328is, learning to drive a manual on his commute to high school. On the first day of winter break, the car was quietly totaled by a sliding Chick-Fil-A minivan. The E36, an emerging Autocross contender, came to an ignominious…