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| Petit Le Mans @ Road Atlanta |
I thought I'd put this on paper before the assignments blank it out of memory. On the contrary, I don think today will be ever forgotten. American Le Mans alias Super-car galore is a euphemism for the magnitude of this event. For any automotive enthusiast, the sights and sounds of the Road Atlanta circuit would have chilled the spine and elevated his spirit into a realm of appreciation of the beauty and art.
To be honest, this was my first ever super-car race experience. The likes of Ferrari, Porsche, BMW, Chevrolet ( in short, the best in the business) pitted against each other and the jaw-droppingly quick Le-Mans Prototype cars forming another category, yet racing on the same track for 10 gruesome, adrenaline filled hours, was an experience that ain't gonna fade with memory.
The free-flow exhausts sent shock waves as flew by on the straights. The maneuvering was simply flawless. All of the 50 odd cars zipping past the stands I was seated in embodied consistency in terms of the racing line they maintained. There was the odd one who ran out of space to make the overtaking and ran into the gravel, and the very rare crash which deemed the vehicle out of the race. The excitement never ceased nor subsided.
The vendors village and the exquisite car parks was the cherry on the cake. The opportunity to get up close and personal with the dream machines was half a dream come true. The other half obviously being owning one or more of these beasts. The freebies were a bonus. The overall experience in itself was an outlandish yet greed inducing.
A fearsome and seductive method of capturing one's imagination, inspire the young blood to fathom the impossible, and an addictive genre of sport that breeds and magnifies the daredevil lurking deep within.
A trip to remember, cherish and boast about.
