My mom likes to poke fun at me when I agree to do something non-car-related with her, “Oh, you sure you want to go for a hike? There aren’t any vehicles to drive or shoot...you suuure?” Little did she know, there would be a truck to shoot.
I often get stuck in the trap of “I am here for a race weekend!” and don’t get to see much beyond the track itself and where I’m staying. I might make it to the local Denny’s at 1 a.m., but that’s about it. Do not fall into that trap with Watkins Glen. You will regret it and kick yourself until you can go back.