I almost sat it out. I almost sent him on his way alone. But then I realized that I was giving in to my fear. That I wasn’t good enough. That I would be an inconvenience. That I would be unwelcome. Weakness.


“So what did you think?” he asks. “Way fun!” is my answer. He’s an acquaintance who was a few cars behind us on on the racetrack. We are standing in line for lunch, where I scored the 2nd to last chicken biscut. Yum. I tell him I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up, but I did. His eyes go a bit wider. “Wait, you were the one driving?” Yes!!! :)

It seems that a majority of the women here are passengers or onlookers. Lets step it up ladies. Ignore the jerks and the jocks, squeal some tires, and have some fun. You have just as much right to be here.

I had to laugh at myself later, when I saw someone take their minivan on the course. When I saw an F350 truck drive by. This is a ‘fun’ day. An all access day. A day for people like me who want to push their own limits or their vehicles limits, even if they don’t own a proper sports car.

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