|Getting in my ride|
|Out of the pit|
Starting the race we wound into a series of turns on asphalt snaking its way through an open field. I listened intently to the direction given by my instructor as we drove, making sure to take is somewhat easy until I was able to get the feel of the vehicle. About halfway through the course I felt my confidence growing slightly as I recalled the instruction I had received earlier and did my best to put it into action. Although the gap between me and the cars ahead of me had widen significantly, I knew the distance would provide me the opportunity to catch up later, which meant I would be able to experience the unconstrained power of the car during my final laps.
Upon completing the first lap, my instructor provided me reminders of the course's turns and critiqued my performance. While I knew my performance was anything but professional, I felt in control at a relatively high speed. In turn, my confidence grew more. In turn, I challenged myself to take the course faster with each turn we encountered, remembering the bends and method being preached to me from the passenger seat. Coming into the last turn of the second lap, a call over the radio broke the now familiar sound of the Lamborghini. "Slow down Lambo!" the radio barked as I approached the last turn. Watching for my instructor's hand signals, I tapped the breaks and rounded the corner. The car sunk into the ground and gripped the pavement as I hit the apex of the turn and pushed the pedal to the floor. Now entering the straightaway along the pit, I pushed the car as fast as it could go. The force of the engine pushed me back into me seat as the car accelerated. I could feel the force of gravity weighing against my chest as we tore down the pavement and we eclipsed 100 miles per hour. Still accelerating, I saw the next corner approaching and waited for a hand signal. A moment later my instructor threw his hand in the air and gave the signal to break hard, which set my feet in to motion. As we slowed to round the first turn on the next lap, I felt the pressure ease off of my body and the car slowly lift from the rear. In that moment, an powerful feeling of excitement took over. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced in a car, and I had one lap left to go.
|Hitting the straightaway at 100 MPH|
Today I drove a supercar on a closed racetrack. Although it's something I never expected to do, I must say the experience is something worth having. The speed, the feeling of the car, and the challenge of the course all provided me unique experiences unlike anything I have tried before. While I don't know if I will ever get behind the wheel of a supercar again, saying I had the experience once and made the most of it is something I can wear with a tinge of pride. For most people, there just aren't that many opportunities to do something like driving a supercar on a closed racetrack, but its something I can now cross off my "I have never..." list.