The two other would-be drivers who were supposed to join me this morning have failed to show up. Their horoscopes may have warned them that danger lay ahead today. That danger being me—Ricky Bobby’s little brother, Jeffy Bobby.
I am at the NASCAR Racing Experience at Myrtle Beach Speedway. It’s good news for me that I’m the only one on the track, because I really put the pedal to the metal as best I can on this paved oval, without worrying about hurting anyone. The speedway once hosted NASCAR Grand National races and has been the testing grounds for the likes of Dale Earnhardt Jr. and Jeff Gordon.
They don’t coddle you here, folks. You can drive solo if you want, and the good old boys coaching you via remote audio actually encourage you to go as fast as you can.
So I do.
According to my post-race certificate—I’m a graduate of the NASCAR Racing Experience!—I top out at just over 84 miles an hour. Not that impressive on a straight stretch on Ontario’s Highway 401, but pretty good in a hollowed-out car sitting low to the ground with limited visibility on a track with high banks and hard left turns. Local drivers, like my coach, Brian Vause, get up to about 115 on regular race nights.
Like any fun carnival ride, my 10 laps are over too quickly. I could have driven all day.