(Seems I didn’t pay close enough attention to the rules. NSFW WWII pinup art follows.)
Driving a race car can seem like a daunting task. They tend to have adjustable everything, big wings, front splitters, funny computers and screens to give you tons of info. Oh and you are out there with 60+ other drivers with various cars and states of conditions all trying to be numero uno. And you’re right there…
First four months of having my beloved 944. It’s happened. It’s finally happened - the trolls have surfaced from beneath their Napa Valley bridge. I have officially encountered that Porsche guy. That fart sniffing, wine and cheese chewing, xenophobic, concourse humping - Porsche guy. You know him well. He’s the purest…
Welcome to a new world - high performance driving events. Known colloquially as HPDE.
Quick check. Raise your hand if this applies to you. How many out there record their tracking days to post online so you can show off to your co-workers and buddies?
First two weeks of having a vintage 944. And I get it. I get the hype about the mythical unicorn that’s farting rainbows of Porsche. Specifically a 944. Here’s why: