Makes perfect sense, really. I’ve been in perfect health for the final few weeks of my dreary tech job — but the minute I have a chance to fly to NorCal and drive on a track, I get knock-down sick. The same was true of Danger Girl; our press-loaner 430i sounded like a TB ward while we were on the freeway what with the continual coughing and wheezing. To make matters slightly worse, on the way home our plane turned around over Columbus and went all the way back to St. Louis because the runway was covered in ice.
Enough griping. We ended up getting a total of 5 sessions on Thunderhill and napping at lunch. Can’t complain about that. Time for the recap on last week.
For R&T, I continued my series on zombie cars.
That’s all, folks!