Good point about the possibility of an incident, I didn’t consider that.

I have a question about track days in general, not just Ferrari ones. Why are they always SO FUCKING EARLY in the day? Is it a precondition for being a good track driver that you be an early person? Getting up at 5:30am is the worst part of my track day weekends. The rest of the day I’m all groggy and unfocused except…

People who feel this kind of guilt see it where it doesn’t necessarily exist. The co-workers may not have done anything different, but he now remembers it that way due to his feelings of guilt.

Is this all that uncommon? Our local chapter of the Porsche Club (Potomac - metro DC area) organizes offroad events for Cayenne and Macan drivers all the time. They go up fire trails in the Shenandoah mountains. If you’re a member and you don’t have a 4WD, you can ride along with an owner. I haven’t done it yet, but I…

Thanks for responding - those were exactly the thoughts going through my mind, but with nothing more than a few HPDE track days under my belt, I didn’t feel qualified to voice them.

Toyota is pushing really hard this year. I’m glad there’s a viable 3-way competition in LMP-1H.

Something like this once happened to me, about 30 years ago. I ran out of gas and just coasted down a slope into a gas station.

Chupacabra?

I read your sentence as, “Also, when autonomous cars start making out on the streets...”

So then, Corvette, amirite?

Agreed. I’m pretty sure my BMW’s parking assistant would have succeeded in that space, but as you say, could be the perspective distortion.

A shocking development that could be classified as assault and battery on that sign.

I’ve found that more recent episodes hurt a lot less than the first few, even though some of the recent ones were much bigger. Apparently stuff stretches inside you, so to speak, making each stone easier to pass than the previous. I haven’t had one in a long time since I decided to clean up my act and start exercising…

I hear you. I was watching “Four Weddings and a Funeral” when I had my first stone. I never have seen the end of that movie!

My wife really doesn’t care about cars. She doesn’t drive and doesn’t have a license. She bikes or takes public transit (we live in a metro area). This test wouldn’t even get off the ground with her - if she had to meet someone at the airport, she’d take public transit there and then get an Uber back, and she wouldn’t…

I drove my BMW across the country to Montana. Let me just say, driving in Montana was worth the trip. I won’t elaborate further!

Be careful people, of Philadelphia!

Do you have to speak with a British accent if you buy, service, or provide commentary on an Aston Martin?

Hell is other cars.

If hell is where the punsters go, then light the fires for me, bro.