An invitation to the Hungaroring. An old but cleverly tuned Honda Civic to drive. A mixer friend's birthday the night before. The recipe for my first drive at a Formula-1 track.
When the guys over at Totalcar Magazine started organizing an open weekend at the Hungaroring, they were kind enough to invite me too. They possess all sorts of crazy machines for the job, like Aardvark, Karotta's crazy Datsun track car, ShitGun, an AE86 dug out from the holy ground and glued together with chewing gums, or the welded-diff Sierra that could even surprise Ken Block. And I was supposed to arrive with my much-loved Autobianchi. Except that I decided it wasn't ready for track duty. This is where Peti's Civic comes into the picture.