All you have to do is drive one car next to another car for some photographs. Is that okay? Sure it is. Can you do about 40mph? Sure you can. Can you get to within an inch or two of the other car? Great. Can you stay lined up? Thank you. We need to go around the whole track like that. Fine, right? Did I mention that the cheaper of the two cars is worth $212,000, and the more expensive of the two cars has a race that it absolutely cannot miss in a few days? You’re still good with that, right? Great! Let’s do this for an hour.
Sometimes the juice is worth the squeeze. As you’ll see over the weekend, I recently had the chance to drive a proper factory-built McLaren GT race car at speed for the second time. (You can read about the first time here.) How’d I do? The answer is: depressingly well. The only thing standing between me and a ride in the Continental Tire GS series is, well, everything else about me besides my ability to race: my age, my poverty, my work schedule, my height, my weight, my fragility, my temper, my background check, my Zodiac sign.
Let’s roll the tape of what I wrote for you this past week.
For R&T, I covered the case for a Tesla-GM merger of unequals and expressed concern about how Ford dealers are handling their high-performance inventory.
Just five thousand words. That’s twice what Hemingway used to write, but it’s not twice as good as what Hemingway used to write! Am I right? ‘Course I’m right.