You don’t want to be the guy who crashes someone else’s $550,000 supercar.
That’s obvious, but never more so than when you watch a half-million-dollar car getting towed from the racetrack into a garage where the frowning owners stand.
I wasn’t that guy, thank heaven. It was the dude right after me who lost control of the bright-orange Gumpert Apollo, helicoptering off the track and into a tire wall, cratering the nose.
Then there was the fellow just before me. He spun it but didn’t hit anything.
Super sensation: Hey, it's only, like, half a mill...
I drove about six laps in the violently powerful, German- made supercar, treating it like a pit viper with irritable bowel syndrome. Very, very delicately. (more…)
School’s out. Too bad we can’t say the same for work.
To my mind, the best shot at recapturing that piquant sense of summertime escape is found in a convertible.
Last week four of us jumped in a 2011 Mercedes-Benz E-Class Cabriolet ($56,850), with the ostensible goal of an afternoon hike and picnic. Dreamy grins settled on my passengers’ faces as soon as the top swept down. (more…)
Open weapons: Formula 2000, the open-wheel starter car
Yesterday, I got a mix of my two favorite things — New Mexico and racing. Al Unser Jr., the ex Indy racer from Albuquerque, and his son (also Al), came out to the East Coast to conduct a speed clinic driving open-wheel cars.
ABOVE: Video of a lap around NJ Motorsports in the Forula 2000
The one-day school was for charity — Unser is supporting research on paralysis, a subject close to his heart since his daughter became a paraplegic, he says, due to a spinal virus. The benefit was the first of its kind under the Unser aegis.
I’ve done a lot of racetrack driving this year (this was my 14th day so far), and so I was feeling pretty good. But these were Formula cars — open-wheel, Indy-style racers. You basically have to crawl into the damn things, your lower body disappearing completely, and you’ve got to find the pedals by feel. Gears are achieved by heel-toe shifts because the gears aren’t sequential, which can be tricky, especially when you’re worried about staying on track.
But… it was thrilling. Seriously, stupidly thrilling. Some of the best times I’ve had in a car, or on a track, in a while. The amount of grip is just astounding. We were driving on the Lightning track at New Jersey Mortorsports — a place I’ve come to really like. It’s fast-fast-fast out there, but you can charge through the first set of esses at speeds I couldn’t imagine using other cars. And I’ve driven
this track in a $400 Lexus LFA, Porsche Panamera Turbo, Ariel Atom and M3.
Down the long front stretch, where I was hitting the rev limiter in 4th gear (the tallest gearing on the car), I was around 115 mph or 120, and the buffeting wind felt like it would tear my helmet off.
The Unser boys were gracious, but obvisouly considered the cars tragically underpowered. They’re used to much faster everything. I will be writing about the experience in greater length in an upcoming Bloomberg column. Even better, I’ll soon get to drive an actual F1 car (an old one, and probably detuned… still) this month. So I’ll have more to report. For the time being, enjoy the video.
I have a $150,000 sports car in my parking garage, a handcrafted machine produced overseas in limited numbers. Next to it, I have a U.S.-made Ford Mustang GT, armadas of which will be sold for as little as $30,500.
I tested both the day before, so which to take out today just for the thrill?
“The ‘Stang, please,” I tell Paul and Hector, my trusty garage guys.
