BAM. BAM. BAM. The woman in front of me clacks a pack of cigs against the gas station minimart counter before paying. I put down a few bucks for my first coffee of the trip and walk out into the night. It's 4am and our Audi RS7 sits idling in the cold Virginia air. We have five hours of driving ahead of us and…
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Delaware welcomes us with snow and the first signs of snow. The RS7 seems gravitationally pulled towards New York.
We're eating up the miles on the way to VIR from night-driving Road Atlanta. The RS7 feels very happy.
"Just remember that I can only go home when you're done." That was what the Sebring organizer told us as we waited in an RS7 to roll out on the pit straight. That's all. Just don't do too many laps. Otherwise, one of the greatest circuits in the world was completely open for us and us alone.
We went down to get coffee at the hotel this morning and who is there but multi-Le Mans winner, former F1 driver, and current Scotsman Allan McNish.
See that license plate? It reads 'STRIP.' We did not race him.
There ain't a lot going on down in Florida right about now. If you find yourself here, I recommend you take an RS7 and head towards the nearest racetrack.