The fire suit made me sweat, the helmet wrecked my hair, and that lap belt was WAY too personal. I felt a little bit panicky as I sat on the grid in my husband's Formula Vee, waiting to go out on the track for the Open Wheel Driving Experience at NHMS.
That morning, I went to the class, and I rode around on the track with an instructor. I had sat in the car, yanking on the shifter, pretending to drive. How hard could it be?
As soon as I drove out onto that enormous track, I had an appreciation and awe of my husband and the other drivers. I was the slowest person out there (by far) and I felt like I was flying along. I just kept telling myself not to break the car. Just don't break the car.
By the second session, I had relaxed a little bit. I shaved 20 seconds off my pathetic lap times, and felt like a boss. I got to know the gas pedal a little better. I felt more confident that I would not break the pretty race car. I pulled into the impound area with a big smile on my face.
And I can't wait to do it again next year!!