A day of honing virtually worthless skills in the pursuit of unachievable perfection, or at least to be half as good as you are at Forza.
Track days are the best kinds of days. A day of free will expressions of speed and wasteful spending. A day of honing virtually worthless skills in the pursuit of unachievable perfection, or at least to be half as good as you are at Forza.
There is palpable high from riding the edge to beat the ghost of your best lap time. Nothing is quite so gratifying, right up to the moment you run out of grip. Then all your money flashes before your eyes and explodes taking your ego with it. Or at least that is what happened to these drivers. So please sit back and enjoy other people’s mistakes including but not limited to: Lift off oversteer, fast in crash out, “Watch this!!” and basic stupidity.
Track days are the best kinds of days. A day of free will expressions of speed and wasteful spending. A day of honing virtually worthless skills in the pursuit of unachievable perfection, or at least to be half as good as you are at Forza.
There is palpable high from riding the edge to beat the ghost of your best lap time. Nothing is quite so gratifying, right up to the moment you run out of grip. Then all your money flashes before your eyes and explodes taking your ego with it. Or at least that is what happened to these drivers. So please sit back and enjoy other people's mistakes including but not limited to: Lift off oversteer, fast in crash out, "Watch this!!" and basic stupidity.