In Victory Lane I, my daughter, my son, and my fabulous wife Martha do our best to dent my expensive aluminum hood. Photo: Amy Mills.
A killjoy could peer at the results of yesterday’s Sports Car Club of America race and conclude that I won almost by default, as most of the top drivers in my class chose to skip the event at Watkins Glen International (the best race track in North America, by the way, and absolutely stunning in mid-October).
But you’re not a killjoy and you don’t have access to the results (not if I can help it), so take my word: I was Jackie Stewart out there. I was Emerson Fittipaldi and Juan Manuel Fangio and Ayrton Senna all rolled into one, with just a soupcon of Dale Earnhardt Sr. for grit’s sake.
At least that’s what I told my family, who finally got to see me do something other than hit the wall.