Half way through the turns on the track, I understand that a race car driver's life is always in extremes. Suddenly were climbing to alarming speeds. The pit crew is assisting me into my race man's Ind圜ar, and I'm sitting shotgun to the God of the racing world. I keep telling myself - this is beyond real. I can't breathe! Well, I can - but not in any normal way. He revs the Indy Car's motor - beckoning me closer to the car. Come on! This is - seriously!)Īndretti's wasting no time. The sound of Andretti's engine disarms me. Guy helps put on the black fire-retardant gloves before telling me it's all for my protection, in case I burn up. But, oh no - here comes a cream-colored ski-mask. You'd think that'd be enough for this one lap ride. Guy shows me a few helmets - we decide on the one with the snuggest fit. He has a soothing voice - his calm words are a delivered gently, offering a perfect distraction from all the noise bouncing around the extreme track. He's in the car - oh my - he's revving the engine!īefore I know it, Guy - Andretti's lead mechanic is indulging me. The vroom of the car's engine is electric. In the distance, I hear my race-man! I peer out of the trailer. Some really soft black leather high-tops find their way to my feet. Donning a crested black-canvas fire resistant get-up - my 5'2 figure feels, well, flattered.
I secretly wonder if he does this for all the girls. Wow - double wow! He's got tons of different suits. I'm suddenly inside Mario Andretti's trailer. Why read the fine print when your life is about to get that much faster? This man and his Italian charm! How can I say no to possible death when Mario Andretti is behind the wheel?
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