Cobra Man

Sadly, there aren’t many “perks” associated with my line of work—terrible hours, constant deadlines—I know, “Boo, hoo. Welcome to the real world!” However, every now and again—if you’re a good boy and are in the right place at the right time—nice people will let you drive their cars. OK, who I am trying to kid? It’s likely one of the best jobs this side of being Pamela Anderson’s plastic surgeon.

Last weekend was one of these rare times when it appeared that the heavens had aligned properly. I ventured out to Southern California’s Willow Springs Raceway for an annual historic race weekend which features a 2-Hour Twilight Enduro. I’m not sure what it is, but there is something about an Enduro that I find irresistible. On the one hand, there is something special about endurance racing —perhaps it’s the pace, the teamwork or just the plain challenge of it, but I always find myself drawn to these events like a moth to flame. On the other hand, it might also have something to do with the fact that because they usually require two drivers, there is almost always a driving opportunity for an editor who is down on his luck. With this in mind, I made my way to the track with my racing kit in the back of the car…just in case (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).