It was August 1980, in Jesolo, Italy. Ayrton Senna, aged 20, lay in a deck chair by the hotel pool—steely-eyed, angry. He had been beaten the day before in one of the world’s most prestigious karting events, a race he had dominated until the final lap.
You’ve probably seen the driverless race car that’s set to compete in a new series called “Roborace.” Come later this year, teams will do battle on city streets and purpose-built racetracks in what is being dubbed the “battle of algorithms.” The consensus among race fans remains that this is an awful idea. But I’m not…
I’m a child, just like you. I like to go sideways, in a plume of my own tire smoke. I enjoy opposite lock, balancing the throttle and brake in a smooth, effortless symphony. Generally I prefer to do this on gravel. Sounds familiar, right?
I knew it was coming. That feeling of utter helplessness, of panic. I was sweating profusely. The question of “if” was gone, replaced by “when”—a question that was to be answered about 15 seconds later. I zipped down my race suit to act as a sick bag, lifted my helmet as best I could, and prepared for the inevitable.…
When life gives you lemons, drive an Acura NSX.
You know what's frustrating? When there's an epic battle going on for multiple places in a race, but the cameras stick to the car in first place as if that's the only one who matters. That's exactly what happened with the Bathurst 12 Hour, and luckily, a fan fixed it for us. Three-wide. Smack-pass. This is nuts.