I have spent more driving time on the Texas World Speedway track than any other. I know the track and can drive it in my sleep, although I have been advised that that would be a bad idea. But I still get nervous before a race.
It was a crisp fall night in Austin a few weeks ago. I was in my almost-800 horsepower Supra, because it was beautiful weather and I wanted to enjoy the drive. I was looking for a happening restaurant for dinner and turned on South Congress. In the corner of my eye, I saw something huge. I pulled closer and saw the glow of the turbine wheel in the rear. I recognized it instantly — it was the Batmobile.
My assignment: review the recent Ron Howard Formula One racing movie Rush. Now, I am not a movie expert. I’m no Gene Siskel, Roger Ebert or Peter Travers. But I do love auto racing, so let's get to it.
Jealousy. That was my feeling whenever I heard other people talk about car racing. It was the summer of 2008, and I was ready to change that. I got wind of a two-day Sports Car Club of America (SCCA) driving school in Houston at a racetrack called Motorsports Ranch, and there was a Mazda RX7 racecar available for rent.
When last we left my auto obsessions, I was plowing through high school in my beloved Blazer. But after graduation, I was getting tired of it. Even with gas prices under a dollar (remember that?), getting 12 miles per gallon was not ideal to cruising. Plus it started needing some expensive repairs. So I was ready for something else.
When I was about 4 years old, I wandered off from my parents in a department store. After a frantic search, they found me on the sidewalk outside, strolling along and looking at all of the parked cars.
Class of 1995, owner of Caffe Capri in Downtown Bryan.
Rami Cerone is a car enthusiast, and competes in local autocross events and regional road races. He'll share his automotive adventures on this blog.