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Both of my brother-in-laws like to race. One of them has been down south with his Corvette for a driving school and the other raced old Ford Fiestas in college on an oval course. I know nothing about cars, but I also know I like to drive fast. I could not race because I would only want to have the pedal glued to the floor. I do not have …
Both of my brother-in-laws like to race. One of them has been down south with his Corvette for a driving school and the other raced old Ford Fiestas in college on an oval course. I know nothing about cars, but I also know I like to drive fast. I could not race because I would only want to have the pedal glued to the floor. I do not have the disposition for the finesse required.
In my youth that's how I approached life. Max speed. Max power. Max everything. I wonder, Tom, if being forced to slow down has made us better people for it? I look forward to hearing more details about your trips. I'm fascinated by what constitutes walkability.
Yeah, you'd get cured of the max speed impulse pretty quickly on the racetrack--there's a lot more finesse involved, at least on the road courses. I think I'll write about this one first, but the walkability question is really intriguing to me.