I had a good 14. I knew my hometown back to front, and my bike took me everywhere I needed to go. At least that’s how I remember it now. Maybe my 14 was trash. Certainly I wasn’t sliding someone else’s Ford GT around a snow-covered race track.

This is Monticello Motor Club, both in that it is the club’s track and it’s the club’s boss’ personal Ford GT, as the club’s shooter/media coordinator Christopher Szczypala told me, after I hastily DM’d him seeing the car on his IG. The driver, though, is just a student of the club’s Teen Race Camp. That is, uh, a lot of trust to put in a 14-year-old.

Never has anything been so directly targeted at my jealousy glands than to see this guy hold that GT sideways.