"Sweating the Wall Stuff" There simply is no sensation in our personal vault of experience to equate what that is like. We only know the familiarity of hugging a relatively tight corner at say, 50 or 55 in a street auto. Now we soar into Turn Three, exiting at Turn Four, between 140 and 150 miles an hour. Now, this thought uncontrollably surfaces:
“Mother of God, we’re going to roll 20 times and hit the wall backwards at 150 miles an hour!”
Incredibly, the car sticks. Again, nothing we’ve ever experienced in a passenger car can be of any useful reference here. We’re “pulling” between 4-5 Gs, gravity’s way of saying it has a friend with a giant claw attempting to yank me from the car at this decadent speed, while Schroeder, who by this time I’m convinced is some diabolical ex-amusement park ride operator out to separate me from skin and senses, turns hard, hard left. I try to recall if he even lifts off the throttle. If so, just slightly.
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