My first track day ever, at Thunderhill Raceway in Willows, California. A 3-1/2 hour northern jaunt from San Jose, where we live.
Hot day. It hit 102 degrees, but the canopy helped a lot. I don’t know how the canopy-less dudes survived.
The first hour of the day was spent in class, where we learned the rules of the road, or track, as it were. After that, we hit the track in a follow-the-leader exercise for another hour. Following that, we were let loose.
I met 2 instructors. One, the owner of a Z3 M Coupe, praised my driving for being a novice. The other, owner of a Corvette Z06, took me for a ride. WOW. When you’re in a powerful car with a good driver, the g-force is about as strong as a roller-coaster. It was one hell of a ride.
The best part of these days? The sights, sounds, and smells. Strolling around the paddock, witnessing amazing cars, chatting to folks, hearing the high-revving engines on the straightaway echoing out of the infield, and that sweet, sweet smell of hot rubber and exhaust.