Well, this is it. I am officially obsolete. Clearance bin. Last year’s model. Overstock.com.
Thursday night, John drove on a real racetrack for forty-five minutes. His lines weren’t perfect, but we didn’t discuss line theory or anything like it prior to him setting off. I just asked him to be careful, and not to go too quickly. Here’s the thing: Every first-day trackday student, every male first-day trackday student anyway, secretly thinks they are going to be awesome. I know, because my students have admitted as such to me, and because I secretly felt the same way on my first trackday. We all think we’re going to immediately be respectably fast, that we’re going to have no trouble driving at the limit. None of us is ever prepared for the cold reality of being thirty seconds a lap off pace.
Well, I have no idea what expectations my son had for himself. He didn’t share them with me. But he was absolutely brilliant.