The call came late on a Saturday, “I’ve signed us up for a 4-Hour enduro—you in?” Yikes, four hours. As I stood in the middle of my kitchen, with my friend nattering away in my ear, my mind began to drift off… a colorful sea of fans press nearer to the track to see the start…drivers, cocooned in their cars, await the drop of the flag…the clock slowly ticks down the start in lock step with my beating heart….
“Did you hear a word I’ve said?!” asked my friend, breaking my Steve McQueen flashback. “Can you drive next weekend or not?”
