Do you remember the first racecar you ever lusted after? I’m not talking about the “Oh, I’d love to own that car,” kind of puppy-love lust. I’m talking about that full pubescent, deep burning desire in the pit of your stomach kind of lust where you know you’d commit almost any kind of unspeakable act to have the object of your desire. For me, it was an E-Type.
I should have been working on my dissertation project in graduate school, but instead I was spending an inordinate amount of time restoring old cars. Academic freedom and a full scholarship will do that to you. Somewhere during this period, a close friend and I made the realization that if we pooled our resources we could start racing by restoring our own vintage racecar. Thusly were the seeds of my own professional destruction sown.
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